Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1909-09-08

Every one knows, Mr.. Browne.
You are the most interesting quartet
In the world just now. Every one is
wondering how it is going to end.
What a pity you can't marry Lady
Agnes"
'Oh. say" protested Browne. She
laughed mcrrily.
But how dull it must be for Mr..
Chase! Does he complaint
IL can't say that be does. Britt
that's my lawyer-Britt says he's new
err heard murmur from him. He
takes his medicine with a smile 1
like that sort of fellow. and wish
he'd he little more friendly"
HE has learned to know and keep
his place." said she coolly. Perhaps
she was thinking of his last night in
the palace garden. Away up there in
the darkness cleaned his single. lone
~. pathetic little light Isn't it ratn.
er odd, Mr.. Browne. that his light
should be burning ut = o'clock in the
morning? Is it his custom to sit up:"
1--WE never noticed it before, now
you speak of it. hope nothing seri-
Gus has happened to him. He may
have been injured in l say, if you
don't mind. I'll ask some one to tele-
phone up to his place."
Yes. do telephone" she broke in. II
am sure Lady Deppingham will ap-
prove. No, thank you. will stand
here awhile. 1t is cool. and love the
stars" Five minutes later he re-
turned to her. accompanied by Lady
Agnes. She was still looking ut the
stars.
Lady Deppingham called him up
said Bobby.
"And he answered in person." said
her ladyship. lie seemed strangely
agitated for n moment or two, Ge-
nevra. and then he laughed-yes.
laughed in my face. although it was
such long way off. asked him if
he was Ill or had been hurt. He said
he never felt better in his lfe and
hadn't scratch. He laughed-I sup
pose to show me that he was all right.
Then he asked me to thank you for
bringing warship. You saved his
life. Really one would think you
were quite a heroine or godsend or
something like, that I never heard
anything sweeter than the way he
said good night to me. Therev'
The light in the bungalow bodied
mysteriously for an instant and then
went out.
How far is it from here| asked
the princess abruptly.
Nearly two miles as the crow flies,
only there are no crows here. Five
miles by the road. fancy. Isn't it
Bobby? ! call him Bobby, you know,
when we are all on good terms. /
don't see why shouldn't If you stop
to think how near to being married
to each other we are ut this very in
stant.''
1 II wonder If help could reach him
quickly in the event of an attack"
4 at could If he'd have the kindness
to notify us by phone" said Browne.
but he wouldn't telephone to u.s.
said Lady Deppingham ruefully. "He's
not SO communicative as that"
Surely he would call upon you for
help if he
you don't know him. Genevra."
The princess smiled in vague sort
of way. i've met him quite informal
ly, IL you remember"
81 should say it was informally. It's
the most delicious story I've ever
heard. You must tell 1t to Mr.. Browne,
dear. It's all about the enemy in
Thorberg. Mr.. Browne. There's your
wife calling. Bobby. She wants you
to tell that story again about the bish-
op who rang the doorbell."
The next morning the captain of the
Kings Own came ashore and was TAX
en- to the chateau for dejeuner. Late
In the afternoon the marquis and his
party. saying farewell to the princess
and the revived legatees. put out to
the yacht and steamed away in the
wake of the great warship. The yacht
! was to return in month to pick up
the princess.
Genevra, her maids, her men and her
boxes, her poodle and her dachshund
were left behind for the month of
March-not without misgiving, 1t must
be said for the marquis, her uncle,
was not disposed to look upon the is
land situation as spot of long contin-
ued peace.
You won't be able to get help as
cleverly and as timely as that Ameri-
can chap got 1t last night" protested
the marquis. "Warships don't browse
around like gulls. you know. Karl vii:
never forgive me If leave you here
"Karl is of very forgiving nature.
uncle, dear" said Geneva swee.ie
"He forgave you for defending Mr.