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however, Helen Mowbray was not
subject and had exhibited no sign Of
gpbjection. 1t was therefore futile to
prophesy. whether or no she would
choose to grant his request.
Revolving the pros and cons, he was
forced to conclude that she probably
would not grant it-unless he had some
new argument to bring forward. Yet
what had he to urge that he had not
already urged twice over? What could
he say at this eleventh hour which
would not only induce her to await his
coming Mt Felgarde, but justify him
In making last appeal when he came
to explain 1t In person?
AS he stood pen In hand suddenly he
found himself recalling a fairy story
which he had never tired of reading in
his childhood. Under the disguise of
fancy It was a lesson against vacilla-
tion. and he had often said to himself
rs boy that when he grew up he
would not, like the prince of the story,
miss gift Of the gods through weak
hesitation.
The pretty legend In his mind had
for hero young prince who went
abroad to seek his fortune and rcceiv-
cd from one Of the fates to whom he
paid visit three magic citrons, which
he must cut open by the side Of GER
tain fountain. He obeyed his instruc-
tions, but when from the first citron
sprnng an exquisite fairy maiden, de-
manding n drink OF wpter. the young
man lost his presence OF mind While
he sat staring the lovely lady van
lshed, and with second experiment 1t
was the same. Only the third cltron
remained Of the fates squandcrcd
gifts, and when the prince cut 1t in
half the maiden who appeared was so
much more beautiful than her sisters
that In adoring wonder he almost lost
her ns he had lost the others.
MY knife is on the rind Of the last
citron now" Leopold said to himself.
Let me not lose the one chance | have
left"
Last night he had believed that there
would not be room In mans heart
for more love than his held for Helen
Mowbray; but, realizing to the full
how great was the danger Of losing
her, he found that his love had grown
beyond reckoning.
He had thought 1t sacrifice to sug-
gest morganatic marriage. Now n
voice seemed to say In his ear: "The
price you offered was not enough. Is
love worth all to you or not?" And he
answered: ut Is worth all. l will offer
all, yet not count 1t n sacrifice That Is
love, and nothing less Is love-"
white light broke before his ewes
ike mptnnr hnrcfin1 Io
In his ear spoke words that sent n
flame through his veins.
Il Will do It," he said "Who Is
there among my people who will dare
say NO to their empcror's Yes? l
VIII make n new law / will be n law
unto myself"
His face, that had been pale, was
flushed. He tore up the unfinished
telegram and wrote another, which he
signed LEO, the Chamois Hunter"
Then, when he had handed in the
message and paid, there was but Just
time to buy his ticket, engage n whole
first class compartment for himself
and dash into it before his train was
due to start. n>
AS 1t moved slowly out Of the big
station Leopold's brain rang with the
noble music of his great resolve. lie
could see nothing. think of nothing,
but that. His arms achcd to clasp his
love. His lips, cheated last night, al
ready felt her kisses, for she would
give them now, and she would give
herself. lie was trcadlng the past of
an empire underfoot in the hope of n
future with her, and every thrOb of
the engine was taking him nearer to
the threshold of that future.
But such moments Of supreme ex-
altation come rarely in lifetime. The
heart of man or woman could not beat
on for long with such wild music for
accompaniment, and so it was that ms
the moments passed the song of the
emperor's blood fell to minor key.
He thought passionatcly of Virginia,
but he thought OF his country as well
and tried to weigh the effect upon 9th
ers OF the thing that he was prepared
TO do. There was no one on earth
whom Leopold Of Rhaetia need fear
but there was one to whom he owed
much, one whom 1t would be grlevous
to offend
In his fathers day one man, old
even then, had built upon the founda-
tions OF tragic past great and pros
porous nation. This man had been to
Leopold what his father had Lcvcr
been and. without the magic power of
inspiring warm affection, had inStillcd
respect and gratitude in the breast Of
an enthusiastic boy.
Poor old Won Breitstcn! the en-
peror sighed. "Thc country is his idol
the country with ali the old tradi-
lions. He'll feel this break sorcly. I'd
Ann rn him II cnmll Put 1 nnn,t lI,.o