Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-04-01

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 "Ste's an English girl, yet she sings our
 Rhdettdn music"
 meadow flowers. rich as the deep notes of a nightingale in his passion for the moon. And, for the song, it was the heartbreaking cry of a young Rhaetian peasant who, lying near death in a strange land, longs for one ray of sun rise light on the bare mountain tops of the homeland more earnestly than foI his first sight of an unknown heaven.
 The man outside the door did not move until the voice was still. He knew well, though he could not see, possible for the plump lady at the window or the thin lady with the glasses to own a voice like that. It was the girls. She only of the trio could so exhale her soul in the very perfume of sound, for to his fancy it was like hearing the fragrance of a rose breathed aloud. II have heard an angel" he said to himself, but in reality he had heard Princess Vir- ginia of Baumenburg- -Drippe showing off her very prettiest accomplishment in the childish hope that the man she loved might hear.
 Leopold of Rhaetia had heard many golden voices-golden in more senses of the word than one-but never be fore, it seemed to him. voice which so stirred his spirit with pain that was bittersweet, pleasure as blindine as pain and a vague yearning for something beautiful which he had nev. CT known.
 If he had been asked what that something was he could not, if he would. have told, for man cannot ex plain that part of himself which he has never even tried to understand.
 Before he had moved many paces from the door the lovely voice. no longer plaintive. but swelling to bril- liant triumph. broke into the national anthem of Rhaetia-warlike. inspiring as the "Marseillaise," but wider call ing her sons to face death singing in the defense.
 'She's an English girl, yet she sings our Rhaetian music as no Rhaetian woman l have ever heard can sing it." he told himself, slowly passing on to his own door. She is a new type to me. I don't think there can be many like her A pity that she is not princess or else-that Leopold. the emperor, and Leo. the chamois hunter. are not two men. Still. the chamois hunter of Rhaetia would be no match for Miss Mowbray of London. so the weights would balance in the scales as unevenly as now
 He gave a sigh and a smile that lifted his eyebrows. Then he opened the door of his sitting room to forget among certain documents which urged the importance of an immediate return to duty the difference between Leo pold and Leo, the difference between women and a woman.
 ''Goodby to our mountains tomorrow morning" he said to his three chosen companions. Hey for work and Kron- burg!'
 She was going to kronburg in a few days. according to Frau Yorvan. But Kronburg was not AlleheIligen. and Leopold. the emperor, was not at his palace in the way of meeting tourists or even explorers"
 "She1n never know to whom she gave her ring" he thought. with the dense innocence of q man who has studied all books save wOmen's looks And I'll never know who gives her g plain gold one for the finger on which she once wore this" But in the next room. divided from bim by a single wall. sat Princess Vir- l ginia of Baumenburg Drippe "when We meet again at KrOnburg be mustn't dream that I knew all the . lime. she was saying 10 herself. That . would spoil everything just at first. i Yet. oh. some day how | should love b confess all-sIl. Oniy couldn't pos sibly confess except to a man who would excuse or perhaps even approve l because he had learned to love me well And what shsl, do. how shall ear my fife now I've Seen him. if that lay should never come:~