The morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1899-1930, 1907-03-29

/ princess. II you went BY any name un
der heaven"
"For PHYS sake.' dimpled she. Ihcr
she added with n wlstful dignity; aBu'
must have changed a deal since then.
That was nearly twelve years ago.
Just fancyw
II don't see the changes" said he
gallantly ITO me you're Just the
same"
But, oh. how tired she looked his
gay, light hearted little princess. And
how he longed to fold her protectlngly
In his arms! The wide divergence in
that moment between what this man
wished to do and what he did do
stands for civilization
do you remember those glorious
sails we used to have on Long Island
sounds' he asked constrainedly. pick.
ing up the fan which she had dropped.
Remembery The parisian opera
house and the hum Of chattering voices
faded away, In their place came the
big, blue sound covered with white
sails, and no voice save that OF Prince
Paul" teaching her the ''Marselllaise" In
French. oh, what a voice he had. And
the salt spray was again on her tanned
cheek. the wind blowing through her
hair
''0nce upon time" began Paul Dem.
Arrest. there was young chap with
a lot Of Ideals and ambitions and that
sort o. thing who went to spend
summer In quiet little place ON Long
Island. II seemed absurdly. irritat-
ingly quiet to him until he meta
princess. She didn't wear crown.
except her glorious dark hair, whose
thick tendrils the wind was always
blowing awry, and she wasn't follow
ed about by court chamberlain. but
she had the dearest, most loving fs-
ther | ever knew. Well, the princess
was quite five years younger than the
man, but they read together and sang
together and sailed together. and when
he was suddenly called away to France
he purposed coming back one, day
when he was an independent person
and claiming the little princess. He
didn't get back as quickly as he had
hoped. When he did, he found that
she had flown, and he could find no
trace Of her"
When the low, mesmeric Voice had
finished, Dorothy Clemmens looked up
with startled eyes. The lambent flame
In them met an answering fash In his.
Father died the year graduated"
she said unsteadily. I'VE had to give
up our old home, and ever since I've
been putting what little learning I'D
gained to use teaching the young
mind etc. incidentally now I'm chap
eroning, as you see.n She gave vague,
graceful little motion with her slim
hand. which included Elya, the two
English chappies and part Of the stage
Back In that little spot on Long Is
land" went on her companion eagerly.
the sea is just as blue as ever, I'm
sure. And the white sails are there,
and d-don't you think. princess, II we
went back we might find fairylandT'
Just here the orchestra took mp the
superb stretto Of "The Decision OF
Love- and there was the general stir
In the house of people getting ready for
the third act.
When at the end OF the month Elya
Dix sailed for America. Miss Dorothy
Clemnens sailed with her as Paul
Demarest's flancee.
But isn't II terribly funny, mother"
said Elya as she unpacked her Partisan
fnery, ITO think Of my coming back
from gay Paris quite unengaged and
my chaperon with prize on her
stringy'
And Mrs. James Dix clasped her ring
tedecked. plump hands In acqulesence.