Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-03-09

| THAT helps me. 1t stirs up the best that is
| in me 1t is good to have something to
! struggle for, something to win, and If
may not win, hope to fall in the press of
] the fight and, to the loud funeral music of
| clashing steel, find the death of soldier.
| What is your name?"
| Desmond Ellerey.'
| TT is an easy name to remember. Well,
| Desmond Ellerey, If your ambition finds no
outlet in England, come to my country, to
| the city of Sturatzberg. and claim friend
| ship with Princess Martha. She shall find
you work for your good right arm
| She walked away from him as though she
| had bestowed great favor, never looking
| back. She went in the opposite direction to
| the school. her truant spirit not yet salts
| fed and Ellerey watched her until he lost
| sight of the tall, graceful figure in a fold of
| the downs. Then he turned and went slowly
back the way he had come.
| Desmond Ellerey had declared that she
had done him COOL. L was true Although
! he walked slowly. his spirit was stirred
| within him, and his blood ran with some
| thing of its old vigor. Faced by a thousand
! difficulties. this girl had the courage to look
| upon them bravely, and to believe in her
| power to overcome them. That was her Sc
| cret, the belief in her own power. He had
| faced his difficulties bravey enough but he
| had not had the courage to hope: therein
| lay his weakness and this girl, this princess,
| had shown it to him. He had allowed him.
self to drift into a hackwater; it was time he
pulled out into the stream again, and
fought his way back to his rightful place.
| inch by inch, against whatever tide might
run.
For some little time he had been staying
| with Sir Charles and Lady Martin, two peo-
| pie who had looked into his eyes when he
| had denied the charges brought against him,
| and had believed linn.
AS he crossed lie lawn toward the house
| he met his host
| II have had an adventure, Charles; have
| met princess
There are some pretty rustic maidens in
the village. l have been struck with their
beauty myself"
| II mean a real princess; at least, she said
] so, "3Desmond answered "She was playing
| truant from school, large white house, on
| the other side of the downs
DO you mean a tall, red-headed grip
| asked Sir Charles.
| Have you seen herr" Desmond asked.
| mo, but 1 know all about her.
| "Ah, l thought you couldn't have seen
her. you wouldn't describe her as tall.
red-headed girl. She's the most beautiful
woman 1 ever saw. She spoke the truth,
| then she is princess?'
ooh, yes, but the sooner she fcrgets the
| fact the better for her and for-for every
| body. She is the descendant of a line of
| rulers chiefly remarkable for their inability
i to rule. and her chance of ascending the
! throne of her fathers is absolutely nil, for
| tunately for Europe. You are not student
| of contemporary history. Desmond, you
would know something about Wallara and
] its exiled princess"
Il am not a diplomat. but a soldier-at
| least l was Desmond answered. STILL I
| should like to improve my knowledge"
THAT is easily managed said Sir
| Charles. IF you come into the library /
| can find you heap of literature concerning
this little wasps' nest of a state, and when
you have mastered the position, thank your
natal stars that you were not born to take
a hand in ruling it. 1t is a menace to Eu-
rope, Desmond, that's the truth of the mat
ter. Wallaria may at any time be the cause
of European war. If this princess Of
yours had her way, that time would not be
long in coming"
For the remainder of the day Desmond
Ellerey filed a corner of the library with
tobacco smoke. and his head with thou
sand details concerning Wallaria. When he