Arizona republican., 1909-06-22

the radiant colors and jewels would renew their luster.
 | O'Mally, half hidden behind a tree wondered if he had not fallen asleep over some tale by Scheberazade and was not dreaming this. But here was old Pietro standing close by. It was all real. At odd whiles he had a vision of Kitty in her simple white | dress, of Merrihew's flushed face, of Hillards drowning pallor, of La Sig norina wholly in black, a rare neck lace round her white throat, a star of emeralds in her hair, her face calm and serene. Where would they all be on the morrow
 "Pietro, she is more than beauti- full" sighed O'Mally.
 But wait" said Pietro He alone among the men knew the cause of Worths disappearance. Trouble" Leaning against the door which gave entrance to the ball room from the hall were two officers, negligent ly interested in the moving picture
 What do you make of it?" asked one.
 Body of Bacchus, you have me there!"
 Shall we go?"
 No, mol The prince himself will be here at eleven. He was, singularly enough, not invited; and knowing the story as l do, l am curious to wit ness the scene. The women are al ready picking her to pieces To give ball in this hurried manner, with out ladies in attendance, These Americans! But she is beautiful" with evident reluctance
 Hillard. peering gloomily over their shoulders, overheard. The prince, Oh, this must not be There could be only one prince in a matter of this kind He pushed by the Italians without apology. for his rudeness, edged around the ballroom till he reached La SignOrina's side He must save her at all hazards.
 "A word" he whispered in German.
 What is it?" she asked in the same tongue.
 The prince himself will be here at eleven"
 What prince?"
 ''Di Monte Blanca. Come, there is no time to lose. l have been holding my carriage ready ever since I came. Come"
 Thank you. but it is too late" She smiled, but it was a tired and lonely little smile. Wait near me. but fear nothing" She had long since armed her nerves against this moment.
 But"
 Enough Leave everything to me"
 Tn Gods name, who and what are you that you show no alarm when such danger threatens?"
 T have told you to wait" she answered.
 He stepped back, beaten, discour- aged. He would wait, and woe to any who touched her!
 At precisely eleven the music ceas- ed for intermission. There was a lull Two cs.rai':nieri r:shed their way into tine ball room. Tableau.
 Which tmOng you is called the PrincI2essi di Monte Bianca2" was asn'G a:t:horitatively. sieYpi:a: forth.
 The carabinieri crossed cuickly to her side What do you wish?" she asked 
 1Ou are under arrest Tor im- posture. You are not the Principessa di Monte Blanca: you are known as La Signorina, singer"
 Hillard, wild with despair. made as though to intervene. Remain where you are!" he was warned. As the carabinieri were about to lay hands upon La Signorina, loud voice from the hall stopped them. One moment" An officer in rid ing brooches and dusty boots enter ed and approached the dramatic group. Hillard and Merrihew recognized him It was the man with the ! scar. What is the trouble?" This woman." explained one of the l saluting respectfully, "is i posing as your wife. Highness. We | are here to arrest her" Do not touch her." said the prince. l "She has the most perfect right in | the world to do what she has done. | She is the Principessa di Monte | my wife!"