Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1909-12-02
By GUY THORNE.
CHAPTER xxIl-continued.

CHAPTER. xxll-Co
The Royal carriage with its outrid
ers and positions had just gone ur
the Row. Sir Hercules, as he passed
received a bow and answering smile
+ to his own salutation from the august
person who sat beside the dusky mon
arch from the East. He cantered on,
but his heart beatsrapidly, wondering
what was going to, happen.
He knew something was going to
happen, and he half guessed at its
4 nature.
Not for many years had the we'll
known old society man experienced
such thrill as when he saw his SOL
and Michael Grant come as uncon
cernedly into the club as if all London
4 were not busy with their names as
implicated in a mystery-and perhaps
{ scandal unparalleled in experience.
And now-and noW-and now-what
was going to happen?
AS he was walking his horse slow
ly along, little Tom Davidson cantered
upon his park hack little Tom David
son who knew everybody and every
thing, and was always prined with
the latest titrbit of news.
sSHalloa, Admiral.' the little, clean
shaven fellow said chcerfully, "shak
i ing UP your liver? What? Did yo,
4 see the dusky potentate go by? Looks
very i'll and worn, doesn't he? There's
a. good deal of unrest, In Persia, I'm
told. Heard 1t from a man who has
i just come back from Teheran, and
knows what's going on. Any day the
poor old Shah may be blown up
diamond .aigrette and all-when he
gets back. Regular mortality amonG
royalties lately,3stoo, suppose you
saw In this afternoons paper that the
Princess #of Wohlau-L is
dead? Beautiful woman, by Gadi she
was. I remember her years ago when
they said Alberto London was going
tosmarry her, Curious thing, too, but
q man from the German Embassy,
4 whom i saw atsWhite's just now, told
me thnt the Princess suddenly went
a.raNings mad three or four days ago
without any cause. Her paroxysms
were frightful, so they say. There's
more behind it than meets the eye,
81 make no doubt. Any news been
heard, by the way. about the Duchess
of London and the little Duke? Peo-
pie are saying all sorts of queer things
and they are mixing up her name with
Michael Grants, the athletic fellow,
you know? Grant has been missing
from London for days, and nobody
I knows where he is-and, Of course, he
Yves :aWfnlly sweet on the Duchess"
Sir Hercules Marriott was not par
Aticularly fond Of little Tom Davidson.
and he rather enjoyed the next few
seconds. II al. Il
sQuite wrong, my dear Tom" he
said; as your Information generally
is, by Joye! Michael Grants in town;
i I have Just had a long talk with him;
7 Intact, he will be In the Park in a
minute, for the old Duke Of Perth has
asked him and my son to drive with
\ him, There they are! Afternoon
Z Tom! and the ancient dandy cantered
on towards the old-fashioned ducal
carriage, which was approaching with
the four men.
He turned his horse as the carriage
came up to him and cantered along
by the side, talking to Sir Anthony
s HELLER, whose face wore a curiously
Il preoccupied and anxious expression.
The sun beat down upon the bril-
liant crowd Of eQuipages,s The roads
ware lined with sightseers, who point
ed out this or that notability as they
went by.
Suddenly the men In the carriage
and Sir Hercules also heard curious
8 noise of cheering coming from the
4 neighborhood OF Hyde Park Corner.
IS 1t grew louder and louder. and both
the Duke and Sir Anthony turned
round and looked behind them.
Then, suddenly. an astonishing thing
I happened. A pair-horse victoria, driv.
4 en- ut rapid rate, came UP the ride.
! Upon the box were two men in the
s5sysssI l-known livery Of peach-colour and
purple which the servants Of the
Inkas az London always wore.
In the Victoria, rad iantly lovely, her
violet eyes aliKht With happiness, her
glorious hair shining In the sun. the
glory Ut health upon her cheeks, sat
sa4hesD ucllessso 81, London herself!
nd Nv her side, In q sailor: suit
~ She little Duke, ~
;;ss fie PARK had, perhaps, never known
3 D sslch M sensation before.
q ctlAPTER XIII.
was mfdnight III the great duca
IN "a uldaaaneion at lO0R, Piccadilly The vas,
s'j1 narDis hall was flooded With light
" sif only one sleepy footRan sat II
n v chair BIZ tfhs heavy doors which
ao thu ss6tsllit ars tibule. There wal
Il s6Iuta silence In the place.
So resehtiy n II. Reming ton, the port
III iiiI bmo, ~ his evening clothes
B bla9 tie ned across the hall
y svort NV man face wore an Ell
a !: IN sshan III Nere behind him