The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1905-01-27

perate Irritation In a weeks time
Munsterberg was her slave. Where
Peggy Went, there went he. He drove
with her; lie sailed with her on the
lake; he climbed the mountain with
her As Peggy's satellite he seemed to
have found his true vocation.
No one blamed Munsterberg for fall
ing in love with her. Indeed at one
time or another almost every unmar-
ried man at the lake had offered his
heart and his worldly goods to Peggy.
She was adorable from the toe of her
trim little shoe to her quaint little turn
up nose that always gave one an idea
of Peggy's superiority
1t is doubtful if Peggy entertained a
really serious thought of the German
until the day Jack Motley discovered
by means of n crest on silver
brandy fiask-that worthy's true iden.
tity. BE it said of Jack Motley that
he fairly flew to Peggy with the news
He found her in the boathouse comb
ing brers from the poodle's name.
Peggy" he exclaimed breathlessly.
who on earth do you suppose you
have worshiping at your shrine?"
She smiled YEARLY.
"Oh, you again, suppose" she said
His royal highness Ludwig Will
helm, prince Of Coburg- Gotha," said
Motley, with the air of profaning so
sacred title by letting it slip from
his plebeian tongue.
Peggy stared.
'Munsterberg- the prince-doing
America incog.,' Motley went on.
Peggy turned pale. She rose and
tripped over the poodle. Motley rat
tied out the whole story and capped it
triumphantly with a confession to the
title on the part Of his royal highness.
BY the time he had finished she was
the old self possessed Peggy.
do you think you've told me any
news?" she asked easily. And then,
lest she should betray herself, she gath
cred up the poodle and fed to the
house.
Peggy may be forgiven if she
dreamed of many things after that
Of an old gray castle in the hills of Co
burg, of three letters and a royal title
preceding her own name. of stationery
bearing the crest of the triple headed
eagle. In fact, she did dream much Of
these advantages at first, and the in
teresting German of that first Wednes-
day night hop was suddenly vested in
her mind with much romance and
much eligibility.
Then-Oh, heart of woman!-after the
first romance of the thing had worn
off and his royal highness had begun
to repeat his rather slender store of
bright remarks she found herself
dreaming of Donald Macomber and
wondering why he had not come back
to her as all the others had. She re-
membered that Macomber had always
been masterful and high handed even
as a sutton and that it was because he
had been unwilling to yield some triv-
ial point that she had broken with
him. She began to think seriously and
to compare his royal highness with
Donald. And when the comparison.
point by point, was ended Peggy was
a very unhappy girl, to whom the cas-
tie in Coburg was q nightmare.
And because of all these things the
throne of CoburgGotha barely escaped
losing its heir.
1t happened one August evening. His
royal highness was padding Peggy
slowly about the lake, singing as he
padded little sentimental German
songs and looking very contented.
Peggy gave the song no heed She
was watching solitary figure in an
approaching canoe. The figure bent
to the paddle in an easy, familiar man