The Wallace miner. [volume] (Wallace, Idaho) 1907-current, 1908-07-23
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This Is AMERICA. Mr.. ARn1rAoE.'

- PRING, planting green
q and gold banners on old
7y virginia battlefelds,
aNTT1fTN crossed the Potomac and
NV occupied Washington.
~ Shirley Claiborne
called for her horse and rode forth to
greet the conqueror. The afternoon
was keen and sunny, and she had turn
ed impatently from tea to which
she was committed to seek the open
The cab Of thu outdoor gods sang In
her blood. DaffodIls and crocuses lift
ed yellow flames and rudy torches
from every dooryard. She had pinned
a spray Of arbutus to the lapel OF her
tan riding coat. 1t spoke to her Of
the blue horizons of the Virginia hills.
The young buds in the naples lowered
like mist in the treetops. Towering
over all. the Incompatible gray obelisk
climbed to the blue arch and brought
1t nearer earth. Washington. the CEN
ter Of mans hope. Is also In spring the
capital Of the land of hearts desire.
With groom trailing after her, Shir-
ley rode toward Rock creek-that rip
ping, murmuring, singing trife Of wa
ter that laughs day and night at the
margin of the beautiful city, as though
politics and craftsmanship were the
hugest joke In the world. The dag on
the Austro- Hungarian embassy hung
ut half mast and symbols of mourning
auttered from the entire front of the
house. Shirley lifted her eyes gravely
as she passed. Her thoughts flew at
once to the scene at the house Of the
secretary of state week before. when
Baron Won Marhof had learned of the
death Of his sovereign, and by associa-
tion she thought. too, Of Armitage and
Of his look and voice as he said:
Long live the emperor and king!
God save AUSTRIA @%
Emperors and kings! They were ~
impossible today as snOwstorm. The
grave ambassadors as they appeared ut
great Washington functions, wearing
their decorations, always struck her as
being particularly distinguished. It
just now occurred to her that they
were all linked to the crown and scep-
ter, but she dismissed the whole mat
ter and bowed to two dark ladies' In
passing victoria with the quick little
nod and bright smile that were the
same for these titled members Of the
Spanish ambassadors household as for
the young daughters Of western SEN
at0r, who Economically waved their
hands to her from doorstep.
Armltage came again to her mind.
He had called mt the Claiborne house
twice since the secretary's ball, and she
had been surprised to find how fully
she accepted him MS an American now
that he was on her own soil. He de-
rived, tos, a certain stability from the
fact that the Sandersons knew him:
he ives, indeed, an entirely different
person since the Montana senator def
inltely, connected him with an Amer
lean landscape. She had kept her own
sounsel touching the scene on the dark
deck Of the King Edward, but 1t was
not thing lightly to be forgotten. She
was half angry with herself this mel
low afternoon to find how persistently
Armitage came into her thoughts and
how the knife thrust on the steamer
deck kept recurring In her mind aud
her sympathy for man
Of whom she knew 80 little, and she
her horse impatiently with the
crop and rode into the park at gait
that reused the groom to attention.
At a bend Of the road Chauvenet and
Franzel. the attache, swung into view.
and rs they met Chauvenet
turned his horse and rode beside her.
"Ah, these American airs! This
spring! Is It not good to be alive. Miss
1T is all Of that" she replied. 1t
seemed to her that the day had not
needed Chauvenet's praise.
II had hoped to see you later at tho
Nallingford tea," he continued.
mo teas for me on a day like this!
rhe thought Of being indoors Is tragic"
She wished that he would leave her.
'or she had ridden out into the spring
to be alone. He somehow
lid not appear to advantage in his
'iding coat--his belongings were too
perfect She had really enjoyed his
ak when they had met here and there
lbroad. but she was In no mood for
lin now, and she wondered what he
lad lost by the transfer to America.
lie ran on alrily In French, speaking
Il the rush Of great and small social
fairs that marked the end OF the sea-
on.
Poor Franzel Is indeed trIste. He
, taking the death OF Johann Wilhelm
uite hard. But here In America the
cath OF an emperor seems less i'm
ortant A king or peasant. what
0es It matterw
Better ask the robin In yonder bud
ing chestnut tree. monsieur. This IL
ot an hour for hard questions
"Ah. you are very cruel! You drive
,e back to poor. melancholy Franzcl.
rho IL indeed funeral in himself"
THAT IL very sad. monsieur" and
he smile1 at him with mischief IN her
yes. "My heart goes out to any one