Daily Arizona silver belt., 1909-08-26
By GEORGE BARR M CUTCKEON
(Chapter XV.--Continued,) )
Page Six
Copyright. 1908. by Dodd. Mead
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 teresting achievement. Mir. Chase. ii it were only borlc out by facts. You see. 1 have not been married so much as three minutes"
 He stared at her. uncomprehending
 She went on. Do you consider 1t bad luck to postpone a wedding?'
 Invountarlly he Grew his horse closer to hers. There was new glcam in his eyes Her blood leaped at the challenge they carried.
 Very bad luck" he snid quite stead fly. flor the bridegroom"
 Ia an instant they seemed to under stard something that had not even been considered before. She looked away. but he kept his eyes fast upon her half turned face. flcdlng delight in tic warm tint that surged so shame Icssly to her brow He wondered If she could hear the pounding of his heart above the thud of the horses feet
 We are to be married In June." shl said. somewhat Gefantly. Some of the Ii ,ht died in his eyes. Prince Karl was very ill They thought he might die I.is-his studies-his musk. l mean. proved more than he could carry. It-it is not serious A ncrv uus breakdown" she explained halt ingly. "lt vas necessary to postpone the marriage. He will be quite well again. they say. by June
 s.I h., fttlf fv for your sake" he managed to say.
 "Tbank you" After long pause she turned to him again and snid. We are to live In Paris for year or two at least"
 He is in Paris now"
 "No." she answered. and that was all He waited, but she did not ex- pand her confidence.
 In June" she said quietly. He Iighed.
 ''l am more than sorry that you are princess" he said boldly
 ''l am quite sure of that" she said, so pointedly that he almost gasped. NdS d uiiS- chievous gleam in her dark eyes. His laugh was as awkward as hers was charming.
 You do like to be fattered" he ex- claimed at random. And l shall take it upon myself to add to tcday'S meas .ure." He again drew forth his pocket book. She looked on curiously Per init me to restore the lace handker- chief which you dropped some time, ago. I've been keeping 1t for myself. but
 My handkerchlef?" she gasped her thoughts going at once to that ridicu ious incident of the balcony. "It must belong to Lady Deppingham."
 ''Oh. it Isn't the enc you used on the balcony" he protested coolly. Tt antedates that adventure'
 Balcony: don't understand you" she contested
 ''Then you are exceedingly obtusc"
 'I never dreamed that you could see" she confessed pathetically.
 Tt was extremely nice in you and
  highness. this Is the handkerchief you dropped in the castle garden six months ago. Do you recognize the rerfumeT
 You are very sentimental" she said at last. Would you care to keep it? It is of no value to me"
 Thanks. Will keep it,"
 i've changed my mind" she said inconsequently. stuiiing the fabric in her gauntlet, You have something else in that pocketbook that l should very much like to possess"
 Tt can't be that Bank of Engand''-
 No, no! You wrapped it in bit of paper last week and placed it there for safe keeping"
 You mean the bulletY
 "Yes. should like 1t to show to my friends. you know. when tell them how near you were to being shot" Without word he gave her the bullet that had dropped at his feet on that first day at the chateau. Thank you. Oh Isn't 1t horrid thing! Just to think. lt might have struck your She shuddered.
 He was about to answer in his de- lirium when sharp turn In the road brought them in view of the chateau. Not a huudrcd yards ahead of them two persons were riding slowly, unat- tended. very much occupied in them selves. Their backs were turned to- ward Chase and the princess, but 1t was an easy matter to recognize them. The glance which shot from the prin- cess to Chase found peculiar smile disappearing from his lips.
 Il know what you are thinking" sue cried impulsively. You are wrong very wrong. Mir. Chase. Lady Dep bingham is born coquette--a born tritier. It Is ridiculous to think that she can be seriously engaged in a.
 1t isn't that, princess" he interrupt cd, dark look in his eyes. Il was mereE wondering whether dear little