The Democrat-sentinel. [volume] (Logan, Ohio) 1906-1935, 1907-08-01

finger rested upon the peculiar scar l
have mentioned.
Lord help U.S. it's your wine-case
brandt" gasped the duke.
My wine easel" The prince was al
most on the verge of tears.
The girl sat perfectly quiet
Explain, explainl" said Max.
Yes, yesl How did this Gomez
put there?" spluttered the prince.
Your highness, we-your son--ws
were playing in the wine cellars that
day" stammered the unhappy Arm
helm. Il saw the hot iron
! was a boy of no more than five
| branded the prince on the arm.
lie cried SO that 1 was frightened and
ran and hid. When l went to look for
him he was gone. oh, | know; it is
your son"
III take your word for it, colonel ."
cried the prince. 81 said from the first
that he wasn't bad-looking. Didn't l,
princess?" He then turned embarrass-
edly toward Max and timidly held out
his hand. That was as near sentiment
as ever the father and the son came,
but 1t was genuine "Ho, steward
Hans, you rascal, where are your"
The steward presently entered, shad
ing his eyes.
Your highness called?'
THAT did. That's Max come home!"
Little MAXI"
Little Max Now, candles, and
march yourself to the packing cellars.
Off with you!" The happy old man
slapped the duke on the shoulder.
I've an idea, Josef"
What is it?" asked the duke, also
very we'll pleased with events.
I'll tell you all about it when we
get into the cellar" But the nod to-
ward the girl and the nod toward Max
was liberal education.
l am pardoned?" said Arnheim.
"Pardoned? My boy, if l had an
army | would make you a general"
roared the prince. Come along, Josef
And you, Arnheim! You troopers, out
OF here, every one OF you, and leave
these two young persons alone!"
All, how everything was changed!
thought Max, as he let down his sleeve
and buttoned his cuff. A prince! He
was prince; he, Max Scharfenstein,
cowboy, quarterback, trooper, doctor,
was princel If it was. a dream, he
was going to box the ears of the bell
boy who woke him up. But it wasn't
a dream; he knew it wasn't. The girl
FOUNDER didn't dissolve into mist and
disappear; she was living, living. He
had now the right to love any one he
chose, and he did choose to love this
beautiful girl, who, with lowered eyes,
was nervously plucking the ends of
the pillow tassel. 1t was all changed
for her, too.
'Princess!" he said bit brokenly.
Il am called Gretchen by my
friends, with boldness that only
half disguised her real timidity. What
would he do, this big, handsome fel-
low who had turned out to be prince,
fairy-tale wise?
Gretchen? l like that better than
Hildegarde; it is less formal Well,
then, Gretchen, l can't explain it, but
this new order of things has given me
tremendous backbone" He crossed
the room to her side. You will not
wed my-my father"
Never in all this ld!"-slipptns
around the table, her eyes dim like the
bloom on the grape. She ought not to
be afraid of him, but she was.
But /"
You have known me only four
days" she whispered family You
can not know your mind"
oh when one is a prince, laugh
ing,-'it takes no time at ALL | love
YOU | knew it was going to be when
you looked around in old Bauer's
smithy."
Did 1 look around d?"-innocently.
You certainly did, for l looked
around and saw you"
But they say that | am wild like
young horse" Love is always finding
some argument which he wishes to
have knocked under)
Not to me, ''-ardently You may
ride bicycle every day, if you wish"
I'D rather have an automobile,"--
drolly.
An airship, if money will buy it!"
They say-my uncle says-that
am not capable of loving anything"
What do l care what they say?
VIII you be my wife?"
Give me week to think it over"
No"
(She liked thatD
"A day, then?'
Mot an hour"
(She liked this still betterD
oh"
Not half an hour!"
This is almost as bad as the duke;
you are forcing me-"
Ii you do not answer yes or no at
once, III go back to Parscheit and
trounce that fellow who struck me.
can do it now"
"Well-but only four days"
Hours! Think of riding together
foreYer!"-joyously taking step
nearer.
Il dare not think of it, 1t is all so
like dream. OIL" bursting into
tears (what unaccountable beings WON
areD-"if you do not love mel"
Don't |, thought"
Then he started around the table In
pursuit of her, in all directions, while
after the manner OF her kind, she
baked him, rosily, stareyed They
laughed; and when two young people
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