The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1909-10-23

grounds, never drawing closer to the
castle than permitted by the re-
striCtiOns; always coming up to the
broad driveway which marked the
border line, never passing IL IHe
gorgeous beauty of this historic old
park. so full of traditions and the
lore Of centuries, wrought strange ran
cies and bold inclinatIons in the hedQ
Of the audaCiOus visitor. de 1eit the
irksOme chains of convention, ne Ih0I
INJURED against the laws that SAID ne
should not step across the sIanIIe
road into the cool forbidden WorlQ De
yond-the world of kings Hobbs
knew he was doomed TO nave rebel
lion on his hands before long; he could
see il coming
we'll have seen everything of any
consequences, he fastened TO say.
Then Wen leave by the upper gates
and
Hobbs, this is all vary beautiful
and very grand and very SLOW, said
King, stopping 10 lean against the moss
covered wall that encircled the park
within a park; the grounds adjoining
the grOtto. Cant mop over TINS wall
and take a peep into the grotto?'
by no means" cried Hobbs hori-
ned. That, sir, is the most prescribed
spot, next to the castle itself You can
! King looked over the low wall. The
prospect was aluring. The pool, the
trickling rivulets, the messy banks the
dense slduOWSs IL WdS LAdtiACAA4iA5 ~
think he could not enter!
Il wouldn't be in there minute" he
argued. And | might catch glimpse
of d dream-lady. Now, \ say, HOBBS
here's a low place. / could jump
MI King, If YOU do that / am ruined
/ forever. l am trusted By the steward
4 1t would cut of my privilege HOODS
could go no further. He was premature
| ~ aghast. Something told him that MI
| Kine would hop over the wall.
Just this once. Hobbs, pleaded MS
ichange NO one viii know
For the love of Moses, sir, l. HOODS
began to wall Then he grOaned IN as
mai horror. King had lightly Vauiteo
/ the wall and was grlunlnS back at mn
from the sacred precincts-trom Iht
( playground of prinCesses
Go and report me, Hobbs, there
| a good fellow. Tell the guards Wouldh
obey. That will let you out, my boy
sake Hobbs, don't burst! You'll eX-
| pIode 81 re if you hold in Ike that mucr
/ longer. I'll be back in a minute.
He STROBE off across the bright green
/ turf toward the source Of all this en-
/ chantment, leaving poor Mr., Hobbs
/ braced against the wall, weakened
and helpless. If he heard the frantic
/ though Subdued whistles and the
! agOniZe1 "hil" Of the man from
J Cooks a minute or two later, he gave
no heed to the warning. 4 glimpse
: behind might have shown him the
I error of his ways. reflected in the
/ disappearance of Hobbs head below
/ the ton of the wall. But he was look
! ing ahead, drinking in the forbidden
/ beauties of this fascinating little nook
/ of nature
Never in all his wanderings had he
/ looked upon a more i!iviting spot
/ than this. He came to the edge OF
the deep blue pool. above which could
/ be seen the entrance to the grottO
! Little Tivulets danced down through
! the crannies in the rocks and leapec
+, joyously into the tree-shaded pool
/ gaf
/ famed Basins Of Venus, shimmering In
/ the sunlight, fanked by trees and
/ banks of the softest green On thelI
surface swan the great black swans
! he had heard so much about Through
/ a wide rift IN the trees he could see
! the great, gray castle, half a mile
away, towering against the dense
/ greens of the nearby mountain. The
! picture took his breath away he
/ forgot Hobbs. He forgot that he was
! trespassing. Here, at last. was the
/ Graustark he had seen in his dreams
had come 10 feel in his imagination.
| RegardIess Of surroundings or con
| SEQUENCES, he sat down upon the
/ nearest stone bench ami removed his
hat. He was hot and tired, and the
air was cool He would drink it IN
as If IL were an am brOsial nectar
and moreover, he would also enjoy z
cigarette. Carefully he refraineC
from throwing the buTnt-out mattel
into the pool below even such as hJ
could feel that it might be desecra-
ton. AS he leaned back with sigh
of exquisite ease and a splendid ax-
Ihalation Of Turkish smoke a small i'm
perious voice from somewhere behind
broke in upon his primary reflections
What are you doing In here?" de
manded the voice.
Truxton, conscious Of guilt, whiTIeC
/ with as much CONSERVATION az IL ne had
/ been accosted by a voice of thunder
He beheld a very small boy standing