Rogue River courier. (Grants Pass, Or.) 1886-1927, 1907-03-08

IT'S PASS OREGON, MARCH 8,
choice. There is one present trustee
friend Of your beautiful princess anu
Iov,nglv called in your hearts Beverly
NJ Graustark. Whose example Inole
worthy for me to follow than that OF
the Princess Yetivei With whom coulu
better share my throne and please
Won more than with your beloved Amerl,
can protege? ask you 10 drink toast
10 NV betrothed. Beverly Calhoun the
future Princess of Dawsbergen.
Every glass was raised and the toast
drunk amid ringing cheers. The mill
tarv band crashed out the air so dear
to all Americans, especially to south
ern hearts. Beverly was too overcome
to speak.
"You ALL she exclaimed.
There was a tremendous commotlon
In the gallery. People were standing
in their seats half frightened ana
amused, their attention attracted Dy
the unusual scene. A portly negress
totally unconscious Of the sensation
she was causing, her feet keeping time
to the lively strains Of music was
frantically waving red and yeIlo"
bandanna handkerchief. II was Aunt
Fanny. and in voice that could De
heard all over the banquet hall she
shouted: Good Lawd, honey, eff der
amt playin' Away Down South Id
Dixier Hooray! HOoray"
Hours later Beverly was running
confused and humbled, through the
halls to her room, when swifter one
than she came up and checked her
flight.
Beverly cried an eager voice. She
slackened her pace and glanced over
her shoulder. The smiling, triumphant
fqce of Bados met her gaze. The up
per hall was almost clear of people
She was strangely frightened, distress
mely difident. Her door was not far
away. and she would have reached II
IN an instant later had he not laid a
restraining. compelling hand upon her
arm. Then she turned to face him, her
lips parted In protest. Don't look at
me in that way" he cried implorlngly.
Come. dearest. come with me. we
can be alone in the nook at the end of
the hall Heavens. | am the happiest
being in all the world. 1t has turned
out as | have prayed 1t should"
She allowed him to lead her to the
darkened nook In her soul she was
wondering why her tongue was so pow
erless There were a hundred things
she wanted to say to him, but now that
the moment had come she was voice
less. She only could look helplessly at
him. Joy seemed TO be paralyzed with
in her II was as If she slept and
could not be awakened. AS she sank
upon the cushion he dropped to his
knee before her, his hand clasplng
hers with fervor that thrilled her
with life. AS he spoke her pulses
aulckencd and the blood began to race
furiOusly.
81 have won your love. Beverly, by
the fairest means. There has never
been an hour IN which have not been
struggling for this glorious end. You
gave yourself to me when you knew |
could be nothing more than the hum
blest soldier. 1t was the sacrifice OF
love. You will forgive my presumption
my very lnSo ence, dear one-when /
tell you that my soul is the forfeit
pay, 1t is yours through all eternity
love you. | can give you the riches
of the world as well as the wealth Of
the heart The vagabond dies; your
poor humble follower gives way to the
supplcatIng prince You would have
lived In Il cot as the guardsman's wife
You will take the royal palace in
stead"
Beverly was herself again. The spell
was gone Her eyes SWAIN with happi-
ness and love The suffering her pride
had sustained was swept into a heap
labeled romance ana she was rejoic-
ing.
81 hated YOU tonight | thought" she
cried, taking his face I'm her hands. 1T
looked as though YOU had played
trick ON me. 1t was mean, dear.
couldn't hep thinking that you had
used me- rs a p.aything. and tit
made me- furious. But II is different