The Birmingham age-herald., 1908-07-26
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 all those she had shed in years had left | their traces.
 How she has sufferedi" thought the general Then, to conceal his emotion, he called, "Colette Herbert! Come here and
 salute your queen!'
 | Prince Herbert de Rosen, who had lean l jaws like those of a horse and innocent,
 tabyish cheeks. advanced, followed by his
 wife, whom King Christian observed with | interest He twirled his mustache and
 watched her curiously-the little Parisian
 bird of fashion, with her radiant plumage
 made up of a mass of overskirts and | hounccs.
 "Where did that devil of a Herbert | get such a jewel?" he said to himself, envying the playmate of his child l hood
 It was a great satisfaction to him
 when old Rosen begged that he might
 be permitted to take charge of the
 royal household, and offered his son as
 aid de camp to the King and his sons wife as lady in waiting to the Queen. You shall show me Parisian pleas
 ures," said the King to Herbert, when 1 they were alone on the balcony after dinner. As soon as possible the two | managed to slip away When they had | stroIled a few squares the King Of IIlyria called a cab triumphantly and | ordered the coachman to drive them to
 famous all-night resort.
 While the monarch was thus soft ening the rigors of his exile the tall,
 brown, lean Franciscan monk who of
 fciated as the Queens chaplain was | saying to General Rosen:
 Ut Is she who is the King, the true King! Not in vain does royal blood course in her. If you could have seen her riding around the ramparts to en- courage the soldiers when it rained | sh ot! She sat with her riding skirt raised over her arm and her whip in her hand as if she were in the park. | And during that time he was heaven | knows where.- He Is brave, too, brave enough, but with no thought of his | destiny"
 He certainly had no thought of his destiny in exile. While the Queen was l devouring her heart with grief and l hot ambition, Christian gladly drifted into the life of man about town. He became a familiar figure in the clubs
 His gambling losses became a part of the daily news of the metropolis. The bouEoirs that attained their turn at I fame all knew him as a regular visitor.
 His mocking, delicate profile was ex hibited in the picture and book shops I11l foo @f fa, tress and the haggard features of d royal prince in disgrace, who frequent ed the Parisian cafes while waiting for the hour of his reign to strike. He dared not face his Queen, whose scornful coldness restrained him like a visible conscience Too weak to rebel against her power, he avoided it, even at the expense of duplcity, lying and flight
 When the first six months of exile had passed without sign of reawakening roy alist influence in Illyria, General Rosen
 bought a house in St. Mande for tho royal home Christian made the distance a welcome pretext for longer absences. Queen Frederique became more the Queen than ever She sent letter after
  spired constantly, sending her chaplain, Father Alphee, on mysterious journeys. The ing signed the addresses and me-
 morials that she laid before him. but he did 1t with a scornful contraction at one corner of the lips It was with ennu | and fatigue that he listened to Freder- | ique's attempts to awaken in him some of 1 her fervor; and 1t was with an "Ouf! Of relief that he escaped to the delights of | Paris
 | hundred thousand francs, the royal cou- pie lived in gilded cage. Both being sovereigns and the children of kings. they ! did not know the cost of anything; ana
 far from being astonished at their com