Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1907-08-31

this moment -miserabiy.
Curse it. 0 are keeping us wait.
ingt" The duke kicked about tho
shattered bits Of porcelain.
4 used to play with the-the young
| prince" began Arnheim. Your high.
ness win ~recolfect that ! did" Arm.
helm went over TO Max Take an
your coat" Max did so, wondering
Roll up your sleeve Again MAY
obeyed, and his wonder grew. Sect.
cried the colonel in a high, unnatural
| voice. due to his unusual excitement.
"oh, there IA be no doubt, 1t is your
SOM"
The duke and the prince bumped
against each other In their mad rush
to inspect Max's arm. Arnheim's
finger rested upon the peculiar scar ]
have mentioned.
Lord help us, 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, explain!" said Max.
Eyes, yesl How did this Gomez
put there?" s%pluttered the prince.
Your highness, we--your son-we
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.
Ha nrind ca fhnf I ura frf1hfanAI nnA
ran and hid. When | went to DOL for
him he was gone. oh, | know; it is
your son"
I'll take your word for 1T, colonel"
cried the prince. 81 said from the first
that he wasn't bad-looking. Didn't l.,
pr%incess?' He then turned embarrass-
eddy 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 youi' The happy old man
slapped the duke on the shoulder.
I've an idea. Josef"
What is it?" asked the duke, also
very well 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 a liberal education.
Il am pardoned? ?" said Arnheim.
"Pardoned? My boy, If | 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 vas changed!
thought Max, as he let down his sleeve
and buttoned his cuff. A prince! He
was a prince; he. Max S~charfenstein,
cowboy, quarterback, trooper, doctor,
was a prince! II it was a dream, he
was going to box the ears of the bell
boy who woke him up. But 1t wasn't
a dream; he knew il 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 a bit brokenly.
II am called Gretchen by my
friends with a boldness that only
half disguised her real timidity. What
would he do. this big, handsome fell
low, who had turned out to be a prince,
fairy-tale wise?
Gretchen? l like that better than
Hildegarde; it is less formal. Well,
then, Gretchen, | can't explain it, but
this new order of things has given me
a tremendous backbone" He crossed
the Don to her side. You will not
wed my-my father?"
Never in all this Notwithstanding
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 look around ?"-innocently.
you certainly did, for | looked
around and saw you"
But they say that I am wild like a
young horse" CLove is always finding
some argument which he wishes to
have knocked under.)
Not to me,"-ardently. You may
ride a bicycle every day, if you wish"
I'D rather have an automobile
drolly.