The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 18??-1935, 1906-08-03

lineament, N every look; life, genuine
life, dwelr in the mobile countenance
that turned the head Of every man and
woman who looked upon if. Her hair
was dark brown and abundant; her
eyes We're a deep gray and looked
eagerly from between long lashes of
black; her lips were red and ever
willing to smile or turn plaiDtiye as &C.
casion required; her brow was broad
and fair, and her frOwn was as danger
Gus as smile.
As to her age, if the major admitted,
somewhat indiscreetly. that all his chill
dren were old enough TO vote, her
mother, with the reluctance born in
women, confessed that she was past
twenty, so year or two either way
will determine Miss Beverly's age so
far as the telling of this story is con-
cerned. Her eldest brother, Keith Cal
hOun dhe one with the congressional
heritage), thought she was too young
to marry, while her second brother,
Dan, held that she sOon would be too
old to attract men with matrimonial
intentions. Lucy, the only sister, hav-
ing been happily welded for ten years,
advised her not to think of marriage
until she was old enough to know her
own mind.
Toward the close of one of the most
brilliant seasons the capital had ever
known, less than a fortnight before
congress was to adjourn, the wife of
Grenfall Lorry received the news
which spread gloomy disappointment
over the entire social realm. A dozen
receptions, teas and balls were des-
tined to lose their richest attraction,
and hostesses were in despair. The
| princess had been called to Graustark.
Beverly Calhoun was miserably I'M
happy. She had heard the story of Ga
briefs escape and the consequent prob
ability of conflict with Axphain. It
did not require great stretch of mag
ination to convince her that the Lorrys
were hurrying off to scenes of intrigue.
strife and bloodshed, and that not only
Graustark, but its princess, was in
jeopardy.
Miss Calhoun's most cherished hopes
faded with the announcement that
trouble, not pleasure, called Yetive to
Edelweiss. 1t had been their plan that
Beverly should spend the delightful
summer months in Graustark, a guest
at the royal palace. The original ar
engagements of the Lor1ys were hope
lessly disturbed by the late news from
Count Halfont. They were obliged to
leave Washington two months earlier
than they intended, and they could not
take Beverly Calhoun into danger rid
den Graustark. The contemplated visit
to st. Petersburg and other pleasures
had to be abandoned, and they were in
tears
Yetive's maids were packing the |
trunks and Lorry's servants were in |
a wild state of haste preparing for the
departure on Saturdays ship. On Fri
day afternoon Beverly was naturally |
where she could do the most good and
be of the least help-at the Lorrys'. |
Self confessediy she delayed the |
preparations. Respectful maidservants |
and respectful manservants came of
ten to the princess boudoir to ask |
questions, and Beverly just as fire.
quently made fearful resolutions to
leave the household in peace-if such
a hullabaloo could be called peace.
Callers came by the dozen, but Yetive
would see no one. Letters, kilograms
and telephone calls almost swamped
her secretary; the footman and the
butler fairly gasped under the strain
of excitement. Through it all the two
friends sat respondent and alone in
the drear room that once had been the
abode of pure delight. Grenfall Lorry
was off in town closing up all matters
of business that could be dispatched at
once. The princess and her industri-
GUS retinue were to take the evening
express for New York, and the next
day would find them at sea.
II know l shall cry all summer"
vowed Miss Calhoun, with conviction
in her eyes. Its just too awful for
She was lying back among
the cushions of the divan, and her hat
was the picture of cruel neglect. For
three solid hours she had stubbornly
withstood Yetive's appeals to remove
her hat, insisting that she could not
trust herself to stay more than min
ute or two. 1T seems to me, Yetive,
that your jailers must be very incom-
petent or they wouldn't have let loose
all this trouble upon you," she com
planned.
prince Gabriel is the very essence
of trouble" confessed Yetive plain
lively. HE was born to annoy peo-
pie, just like the evil prince in the
fairy tales"
IT wish we had him over here" the
American girl answered stoutly "He
wouldn't be such a trouble, I'm sure.
We don't let small troubles worry us
very long, you know"
"But he's dreadfully important over
there, Beverly; that's the difficult part
Of It," said Yetive solemnly. "You
see, he is condemned murderer"
"Then you ought to hang him or ,
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