The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1909-08-27
Copyright. 1908. by Dodd. Mead
O. Co.

Again the dapper director came for
ward to lead the musicians, and again
he was most enthusiastically received
This time Chase was not where he
could watch the princess. He found
therefore, that he could devote his at
tention to fhe music and the popular
conductor He was amazed to find
that the fellow seemed to be inspired.
He was also surprised to find himself
carried away by the fervor of the
moment
With the final crash of the orchestra
he found himself shouting again with
the others. Oddly, this time he was
as mad as they. A score or more of
surprised, disappearing eyes were
turned upon him. when he yelled EN-
corer"
There will be no encore" admon-
ished the fair girl at his side kindly.
ut is not New York." she added, with
sly smile.
Ten minutes later Chase and the
Englishman were lighting their cigars
in an obscure corner of the gardens
extraordinarily beautiful" Chase
murmured refectively as he seated
himself upon the stone railing along
the drive.
Eyes. they say he really wrote it
himself" drawled Baggs, putting away.
Pm not talkin@ about the music"
corrected Chase slYarpfS.
OH murmured Baggs apologetical-
~ 1.-THE night:"
NO; the princess, Baggs. Haven't
you noticed her?' with intense sar-
casm in his tone.
"Of course I have, old chap. BY
Jove, Go you know she is good looking
positively ripping"
They laZily observed the approach of
one couple, attracted no doubt by the
disparity in the height Of the two
shadows. The man was at least half a
head shorter than his companion. but
his ardor seemed a thousandfold more
vast. Chase was amused by the an
parent intensity of the small officers
devotion, especially as it was met with
GOODNESS that would have chilled the
fervor of man much larger and
therefore more timid. 1t was impossi-
BILE to see the faces of the couple until
they passed through moonlit streak
in the walk quite close at hand
Chase started and grasped his COM
panion's arm. One was the Princess
Geneva and-was it possible? Yes,
the nimble cocductor-the sensation
Of the hour, the musical lion More
over, to Chase's cold horror, the "little
freak" was actually making violent
love to the divinity Of Rapp-Thorberg!
The princess had not seen the two
men, nor had the fervent conductor,
whose impassioned French was easily
distinguishable by the unwilling lis
teners. The sharp, indignant "No' of
the princess, oft repeated, did much to
relieve the pain in the heart of her
American aGmirer Finally, with an
unmistal;able cry of anger, she halted
not ten feet from where Chase sat, as
though he had become a part of the
stone rail.
Il have asked you not to touch me-
sir! Is not that enough? II you per-
sist Shall be compelled to appeal to
my father again. The whole situation
is loathsome to me. Are you blind?
Can you not see that l despise you? l
will not endure it a day longer You
promised to respect my wishes
How can | respect promise which
condemns me to purgatory every time
see your he cried passionately. Il
adore you. You are the queen of my
life, the holder of my soul. Genevra.
Gcnevra, love you! My soul for one
tender word, for one soft caress! All,
Go not be so cruel! / will be your
SLAYER
Enough Stop, l say! If you dare
to touch mel" she cried, drawing away
from her tormentor. her voice trem-
bling with anger. The little conduct
or's manner changed on the instant.
He gave snarl of rage.
by heaven, I'll make you pay for
this some day! You shall learn what
a man can do with woman such as
you are! YOU
Just at that moment a tall figure
leaped from the shadows and confront
ed the quivering musician. A heavy
hand fell upon his collar, and he was
almost jerked from his feet. half
choked, half paralyzed with alarm
Not word was spoken. Chase
whirled the presumptuous sutton about
until he faced the gates to the garden.
Then, with more force than he realiz-
ed, he applied his boot to the person
of the offender-once, twice, thrice!
The princess stared, wide eyed and
unbelieving. upon the brief tragedy.
She saw her tormentor hurled vicious
ly toward the gates and then, with
new alarm, saw him pick himself up
from the ground, writing with pain
and anger. His sword flashed from
its scabbard as, with scream of rage,
he dashed upon the tall intruder She
saw Chase-even in the shadows she
knew him to be the American-she
saw Chase lightly leap aside, avoiding
the thrust for his heart. Then, as if
he were playing with child, he wrest-