The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1905-05-03
QUEENS
CHOICE
BY CAMPBELL MACLEOD
Copyright, 1905. by d. {. Macleod

the clown To her side He sank ON the
steps nj her feet
This Is my throne vi tonight he
announced gayly jtngling Ills bells. Il
shall surrender it TO no one. For one
night l shall speak only tie plain, UNI
vanished truth, your majesty"
lone who would speak the truth, Sir
Cap and Bells" replied the queen sage
ly. must needs have some previous
experience"
fla. haw chuckled the king, beam
Ing ut the vision at his side We'll
said, my lady. Previous experience,
Sir Fool
Age tangled in the voice of the king;
youth dubbed In the laughter of the
jester. The queen uneonseiously lean
ed on the arm next TO the clown aud
closed her eyes for n moment to rest
them from the bewidering sight be
fore her. To be queen of one of the
most splendid Mnrdi Gras balls is
something TO turn girls heart. But
this one, to judge by her weary eyes
In spite of the magnihccnce surround
Ing her and in face of the kings open
deyotlon-was bored. And the even
ing WAS only beginning
The jester Mt her feet played With
his bells and hummed III Ever |
Cease to Love" In time with the mu
slelans far overhead. As he sang he
watched the face of the queen. Sud
denly she turned to him.
"Sir Fool" she said gently that air
goes not with that get up. Save your
voice for Tell Me, Pretty Maiden
Would she listen If | told her, think
YOU he whispered eagerly. There
has never been but one pretty maiden
for me. your majesty"
"a maid is but maid,' the queen
returned slowly, and man but
man. and love is but
"Eyerythlng!' the Jester interrupted
seriously Love is all
The king called the second time, then
had To touch the arm of the queen be
fore she heard him Two strange
princes stood waiting TO be presented.
Behind them came II train Of Gnpids,
Lohcngrns and monks, each bearing a
tray of compliments. The queens eyes
We're big and suddenly bright. The
king SAT With his fat hand on his heart
and listened to her bandyIng repartee
with each In turn Tho testers bells
were silent. He was nttentively study
ing the queens pink nails on the hand
resting on the vase OF magnificent
roses near the throne
"You should have been n queen" the
king announced ponderously as the last
troubadour moved off.
You were born queen" the Jester
whispered eagerly.
This splendor shall always be
yours" the king continued in business
tones. "Evcrything shall be yours that
money can buy. But You were fitted
for u real throne"
Kind hearts are more than CorO-
nets, the Jester sang softly TO the mir
of Under the Bamboo Tree And
the trucst throne Is Il thrObbns heart,
lady" The queen frowncd mt him I'm
patiently and turned To the king, who
was presenting two foreign generals,
ablane with decorations No, she was
not dancing, she told them. The King
couldn't dance, and it nattered him
that she was SO well content on the
throne beside him. The incident VIZ
full of significance. lie had wealth, so
clal position, everything but her, and
now II seemed that his patience was to
be rewarded at last What woman
could hold out In such fightI The
queen sighed and brought him back 10
earth He turned eagerly to her. She
was looking far away. Her thoughts,
even TO casual observer, were far re
moved from this crowded ballroom.
you sighed, your ma jcsty," he
begged humbly. "You share my throne
Let me,share your trouble. whatever 1t
Is"
The queen laughed mcrlly. The lc4t-
er touched his bells.
"Margot" he whispered eugerly.
"Margotw
The queen ignored the appeal \
merry crowd of troubadours We mp
prouching, and she paid for thelr com
pllments WITH II fire OF smiles and pref
ty speeches.
IT Won MOlllu marry me. Ii'Stfillptl
the old king suddenly wien the crowd
departed with backwarq bows aud
obelsanee nnd they uerr alone save
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