The Wenatchee daily world. [volume] (Wenatchee, Wash.) 1905-1971, 1906-07-04

SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS
CHAPTER THE relations be-
tween Graustark. a small aud isolated
principality, and Axphain, TO the north
and Dawsbergen, TO the south of it,
have become strained. Prince Gabriel,
a half brother of the reigning prince
of Dawsbergen, imprisoned in Grau
stark for the assassination of Prince
Lorenz, of Axphain. has escaped ana
seized the throne of Dawsbergen. AK
phain demands the immediate recap
ture of the escaped prince. Princess
Yetive, of Graustark the wife of an
American, one Grenfall Lorrv) who
has been sojourning in Washington,
upon the receipt of this news, leaves
for home. IT-Beverly Calhoun,
daughter of United States senator, is
an intimate friend of the princess.
She obtains the consent of her father
TO visit st. Petersburg. III-Attended
by a guard of Cossacks, Beverly leaves
st. Petersburg for Graustark. while
passing through Axphain the Cossacks
hear that the AXphainians believe
their charge 10 be the Princess Yetive
and have laid plans to intercept the
coach. The terror inspired by this in
formation and the sound of shooting
cause the Cossacks and even the coach
man to abandon her. IVA troop of
ragged, half starved men emerge from
the mountain shadows. The leader,
who speaks English well, tells Beverl,
that they are goat hunters. These
men believe that she is the Princess
fetive and offer to escort her to the
borders of Graustark. This leads Bev-
erly to pose as the princess and accept
the offer.
TT am a subject of its princess in
heart from this day forth. but not by
birth or condition. | am native of
the vast domain known to few of
us as Circumstance" and he smiled
rather recklessly.
"You are poet. delicious poet.
cried Beverly, forgetting herself in her
enthusiasm.
Perhaps that is why | am hungry
and unshorn. 1t had not occurred to
me i'll that light. When you are ready
to retire. your highness," he said.
abruptly rising, eve shall be pleased
to consider the Inn of the Hawk and
Toasted we'll. we should sleep well.
We have hard day before us. With
your consent. | shall place my couch
of grass near your door. | am the
porter You have but to call if any
thing is desired
She was tired. but she would have
sat I'D all night rather than miss any
hot had
thrust upon her. But Sir Redfeather's
suggestion savored Of command. and
she reluctantly made her way TO the
Tapping blanket that marked the en-
trance to the bedchamber. He drew
the curtain aside. swung his hat low
and muttered a soft good night.
May your highness' dreams he pleas
ant ones" he said.
Thank YOU" said she, and the cur
tain dropped impertinently. That was
very cool of him. | must say" she add
ed as she looked at the wayering door
When she went to sleep she never
knew. She was certain that her eyes
were rebellous for a long time and that
she wondered how her gray dress
would look after she had slept in il
all night She heard low singing as il
N the distance, but after awhile the
stiffness became SO intense that its
pressure almost suffOca1tsi her. The
rush OF the river grew louder and loud
er, and there was a swishing sound
that died in her ears almost as she won
dered what 1t meant. Her last wax
ing thoughts were Of the BLACK patch
poet. Was he lying near the door?
She was awakened in the middle Of
the night by the violent Tapping Of her
chamber window Startled, she sal
bolt upright and strained her eyes to
pierce the mysterious darkness. Aunt
Fanny, on her bed Of grass, stirred
cOnvulsiveiy. but did not awake. The
blackness Of the strange cha nber was
broken ever and anon by faint flashes
Of light from without. and she lived
through long minutes Of terror before
1t dawned upon her that thunder
storm was brewing. The wind was
rising and the night seemed agog with
excitement Beverly crept from her
couch and felt her way to the fluttering
doorway. Drawing aside the blanket