The Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1903-1909, 1908-05-13

think he could nave IOunu CuduCc W
do so much In such a short time, but
our emperor Is a man OF action. Yes
terday we had n picnic at the Seebach-
fall to see Thorwaldsens Undine. Leo
pold and Miss Now bray. being splendid
climbers, reached the statue on the
height over the fall long before the
rest of us. At starting, however, was
close behind with the baroness and
overheard some joke between the two
about mountain and COW. The en-
peror spoke Of milking as a fine art
and said he'd lately been taking les
sons. They laughed great deal at
this, and II was plain that they were
on terms OF comradeship When
young man and a girl have secret
understanding, even the most limo
cent one, 1t puts them apart from,
others.
Last night there were fireworks on
the lake. The emperor and Miss Now
bray watched them together, for every
thing was conducted most Informally.
Afterward we had an impromptu CO.
tillon, with three or four pretty new
figures invented by the baroness. The
emperor gave Miss Mowbray several
fayors, and one was buckle Of en-
ameled forgetmenots. This morning
there was tennis The emperor and
Miss Mowbray played together. They
were both so skillful 1t was pleasure
to watch them. At luncheon they ate
q double almond out Of one shell, had
a game over 1t, and Leopold caught
Miss Mowbray mapping That brings
us to the moment OF my coming to
you. For the afternoon / fancy the
baroness was getting up a riding party,
and this evening, unless they're too
tired, she'll perhaps get up an anna
teur concert at which Miss Mowbray
will sing. The girl has delicious
voice"
"The creature must be fool or an
pronounced the chancel-
lor. IF she has kept her senses she
ought to know that nothing can come
of this folly-except sorrow or scan
dal."
Egon shrugged bis stiffiy padded mil
itary shoulders. ~ have always found
that a woman In love doesn't stop to
count the cost"
80! You fancy her in love- with the
with the man rather than the en-
peror, If I'm Judge of character"
(which you're mott" Iron Heart
brusquely disposed OF that suggestion.
1.-THE merest schoolgirl could pull the
wool over your eyes II she cared to
take the trouble"
This one doesn't care 4 rap. She
hardly knows that | exist"
"Humphw The chancellor's eyes
appraised his young brothers. features.
"That's pity. You might have tried
cutting the emperor out Her affair
with him can have no happy ending,
while you, in spite Of all your faults,
with your good looks, our position and
my money, wouldn't be q bad match
for an ambitious girl"
"Your money!
" mean should I choose to make
you my heir, and would choose II
you married to please me. Who are
these MowbraysT
II haven't had the curiosity to in
quire into their antecedents," said
Egon. 81 only know that they're la
dies, that they must be Of some conse-
quence In their own country or they
couldn't have got the letters of intro
duction they have and that the girl is
the prettiest on earth"
"Mechtilde talked to me, I remem-
Der, a good deal about those letters of
Introduction" the chancellor reflected
aloud. "But Rhaetia Is long cry
from England, and letters might be
forged. I've known such things to be
done. Fetch me a big red volume
you'll find on the third shelf from the
floor at the left of the south window.
You can't miss 1t. It's Burkes Peer.
age"
Egon rose with alacrity to obey. He
was rather thoughtful, for his brother
had put an entirely new and exciting
idea into his head.
Presently the red volume was dis
covered and laid on the desk before
the chancellor, who turned the leaves
over until he found the page desired.
As his eye fell upon the long line Of
Mowbrays his face changed, and the
bristling brows came together in q
grizzled line. Apparently the women
were not adventuresses, at least In
the ordinary acceptation Of the term.
There they were. His square tipped
finger pressed down upon the printed
names with dig that might have sig
nided his disposition toward their rep
resentatives.
1.-THE girls mother Is the widow Of
Reginald, sixth Baron Mowbray," the
old man muttered half aloud; "son,
Reginald Edward, fifteen years of age;
daughter, Helen Augusta. twenty eight.
Aha! She's no chicken, this young
lady She ought to be a woman Of
the world"
"Twenty-eightw replied Egon. an
eat my hat II she's twenty eight"
Doesn't she took It by daylightT
"Not an hour over nineteen; might
be younger. Jove, was never so sur.