Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-06-30

n looking important; four giant halberders of the
royal guard took position, each in corner of the
box.
Then rose shout, "Vi7a Ell Reyl" and against the
crimson velvet draperies the figure of the tall young
King in white uniform stood out like slender statue
of marble. He was accompanied by his sister, the
Infanta, and her husband three four ladies' and
retinue of decorated officers but for instant
only the King because-rebe though was supposed
loud any in the crowd. l had not his face
that day at Biarritz long ago when his automo-
bile stopped for want of petrol. He had worn his
motor mask, and had not removed it, for he
incognito but now, he bowed in answer to the
peoples greeting, the young face noble under
the silver helmet His smile brought a deep dimple
to either cheek, and pleasant light to the brown
eyes. l was proud of my King, and found myself
wishing that could serve him, though it seemed
that that could never be; and with sigh for the
perversites of fate l looked away, only to receive
a shock of surprise.
Among the ladies with the Infanta were the
Duchess of Carmona, Lady Vale Avon, and Monica.
With the officers and friends of the King stood the
Duke, his dark face radiating satisfaction, if this
was the GROWING moment of his life
Not only was Monica with the man as his fiancee,
but she was dressed, in compliment to him, like
girl of Spain. She wore mantilla such the In
fanta wore, and so bright was her hair so fair her
skin framed in the black founce of lace, that she
almost much stared at as the King. On her
breast pinnng the folds of the mantilla there was
CLINT of crimson; and looking closely, made it
out to be large brooch of rubies,. forming the
Duke could have given her this, thought-and she
had accepted it,
There was hope then. 1t did not matter
that her unexpected presence in the royal box would
prevent Pillar from speaking giving her my letter.
Still l chung desperately to the chance left the
cathedral and the Miserere.
Hardly were the royalties and their friends settled
in the red draped box, when the next brotherhood
marched out from Las Sierpes and halted their first
float before the King, that he might it well. He
his feet, his head barred and bowed; and while
he stood yelled in rising incense emotional
soul in the audience broke into Moorish wall, the
prayer song of the people, improvising words which
caught the popular fancy.
A murmur of approval through the crowd,
which pressed close in spite of the police; and all
eyes for the moment turned upon the King upon
the white haired peasant singer, thing happened
which caught my attention The velvet curtain
which hid the bearers of the float resting before the
royal box parted very slightly at side, if
some peering out; then hand darted
forth and received from a man in a black coat who
stood with his back half turned me, faded bou-
quet of flowers, arranged Spanish fashion in hard,
stiff pyramid
Quick that darting hand a thought flashed
through my brain. In a few seconds the float would
be moving on; the bearers were bracing themselves
for effort. That bouquet if it should hold
the threatened bomb! This the moment for
such an attempt at wrecking the royal box, for the
King member of the next brotherhood that
must pass; and he would be leaving his sister