The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1904-06-26

motherl I was created to create a |
human creature, to sustain and love a
human SOUL derived from my own soul. |
see nothing in nature or in living be-
ings that is not destined to be continued
and to love Itself in another being born
of its own essence
When the Prince Of Wales now King
Edward VID came to Romania, the
Queen arranged in compliment to him
some private theatricals, the names of
the successive tableaux forming an
acrostic. The first represented Per
dita." the second Richard III" the
third "Imogen," and so on. spelling in
the end prince Of Wales" In return
for this the Prince and Princess of
Wales devised a characteristic welcome
for the Queen of Roumania and her
party when they visited Baimoral Cas-
| tie. OF this the author says:
Dancing at Balmoral.
That very evening. in honor of our
| Queen, a Highland reel was danced in
| front of Balmoral Castle. The spec
/ tacle was new TO us and somewhat be-
wildering. The glare Of tho torches,
| whose flames were shaken by the
\ strong north wind, the loud cultural
| sounds that escaped from that group
/ of wild men, clad in the picturesque
costume so often described by Walter
/ Scott, sent thrill through our imagi-
/ ration as we stood there on the stone
| threshold with the Illuminated hall be-
| hind us. Tartans flew high, and from
/ head 10 foot the wild dancers appeared
to be seized with frenzy Of cadence
| and clamor Our Queen had insisted on
! getting as near the dance as possible.
| and presently, 10 complete the weird
| poetry of the scene. the gentle wall
OF distant bagpipes hoated from the
neighboring hills, as IL a chorus of
| mysterious and invisible beings were
: sending forth the welcome of the dim
4 Highland glades 10 the strangers en-
| tranced by their pathetic charm.
"A lady, enveloped in a plain gray
woollen mantle, was standing Dy the side
OF our Queen. In the darkness, when
I the red streaks Of the waving torches
traced long burrows Of flame. 1 could
scarcely discern her form. and her face
was hidden by a gray cap which des-
| cended low on her forehead. The cold
was bitter, but we scarcely felt how
sharply the night breeze blew, pene-
| trating the thin tissue of our evening
dresses. We should indeed have felt our
light summer cloaks unable TO pro-
tect US from the biting atmosphere had
| we bestowed a thought upon ourselves
| instead Of remaining entrauced, with
eyes and ears intent on losing not
movement or a sound.
The Gracious Alexandra.
Presently that silent lazy in green,
whose form seemed to mingle with the
rising mist. glided softly away, and I
had forgotten her when the slender
figure again appeared by the side of our
! Queen. and, raising her arm TO the
! shoulders Of the royal guest. wrapped
round her a fieecy white shawl. which
1 guessed TO be welcome, and which
I heartily envied. But had barely time
70 do so before the graceful apparition
| had performed for me the same silent
kindness. 1 lifted up my eyes and recog-
nized the Princess Of Wales. She had
no leisure TO listen to my.~graceful
thanks. as her arms were laden with
shawIs, which one by one she deposited
in the hands of the ladies present.
Then quietly the gentle benefactress
resumed her place, which she left only
now and again 10 explain TO us the diT-
ferent meanings OF the words and
dances. The tartan few. the bagpipes
spread their flames abroad in the dark
night air. and the humid scent OF the
heather mingled with the smell OF the
river and the trees. That moment will
remain alive in my memory forever"
Little King of Spain.
There are some quaint stories Of the
King Of Spain, the boy who was born
King, as the author observes, so that
tho nurses had to check his screams by
, respectfully inQuiring, VIII your majes-
~ deign 10 be Quiet?" One wonders If
the treatment worked, One of the sto-
ries is this:
In tbs large drawing room overlook
ing tne Tagus was placed the cradle Of
King Alphonse III when he first came
10 Aranjuez. Here the infant monarch
loved 20 lie and listen 10 the rush Of
the river When at the age Of three he
! eagerly inquired where the impetuous
torrent went 70 in such a hurry, and re-
ceived the answer that the Tagus want
! ed to get out Of Spain and grow big in
another land. the child cried bitterly,
J asking again and again II no one could
prevail upon the river 10 stay and grow
, big in Spain. On this occasion his nurse.
perhaps unwittingIy. made him the same
answer as that which Victor Hugo
caused the duenna TO give to an infanta:
Everything on earth belongs TO princes,
except the wind though this time IT
was the water that failed to respond 10
{ his demand"
Pilgrim Once a Gear.
IN the account OF the Car and Gar
ina, which is accompanied by a very
T pretty group picture OF the imperial
r family, the author gives this version
OF curious legend which has appeared
: ia a fragmentary form in the newspa-
/ pers since the beginning Of the war In
} the East;