Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1909-04-01
CHAPTER l.
What the World Thought Of the
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s ClOuu III lIle SKY, previous DAY OIL
rain had washed the CRIME from all
the buildings of London, and the great
city shone clean and white against
the blue above. almost like Southern
city, a city Of palaces
Outside the gates Of Marlborough
house there was a crowd of people,
kept away from the actual entrance
and shepherded by band OF good hui
mored policemen. The crowd extend
ed east up to the Carlton club, and
westwards into the open space at the
bottom of st. James street in front
Of the palace.
The gates of Marlborough house
We're open, and the crowd could catch
glimpses of royal grooms and attend
ants who moved about beyond the
little lodge upon the left. In all the
windows those wonderful boxes Of
white and scarlet flowers that the
Londoner knows SO well were bloom
Ing brilliantly. The whole scene was
one of the utmost animation and
gaiety, and the scarlet-coated sen
tinels who marched around the high
walls added a further note of vivid
color.
Every now and again carriage
rolled out of the gateway and turned
into ST. James street or Pail Mall 1t
was the birthday Of one of the little
princess who was giving a children's
garden party, and loyal Londoners
had assembled to see a spectacle of
little boys and girls, bearing some of
the historic names of England. being
carried to and from the entertain
ment..
The beautiful children in car
riages seemed instinct with the gaiety
OF that bright summers afternoon,
and the sympthetic crowd laughed in
sympathy TO witness their happiness,
and thus joined vicariously in con-
graduation to the little prince within.
All sorts of great and famous people
went In and out Of the gates during
the afternoon gR
Often the crowd recognized a popu-
lar favorlte, and there was murmur
which now and then rose into cheer.
An eold gentleman of middle height,
white moustache. and an upright car
riage came walking briskly out Of the
gates, holding the hand of little
boy of eight in sailor suit. There
was rustic among the crowd, cho-
rus of quick ejaculation, and then
hearty cheer as the waiting people
recognized famous soldier, the hero
of q hundred fights, and his little
grandson. The old gentleman, who
seemed rather abashed, touched the
brim of his silk hat with two fore
fingers. and trotted away down Pail
Mall. For few minutes after his de-
parture nothing occurred and then
the people nearest the gates saw that
q large open carriage, drawn by two
black horses, the footman and coach
man i'll livesies of purple and peach
color, was. coming slowly out Of the
grounds. r5:s5
In moment more the c arriage
turned towards st. James street, going
very slowly, however, as the crowd
had now become much denser. Upon
the back seat of the carriage sat
young ana very beautiful woman
wearing q bonnet of white tulle and
helitrope. and dress of soft white
silk with mauve trimming. and a
bunch of Neapolitan yiolets in her.
corsage. ,.sl
This lady's hair was of that rare
and brilliant color which resembles
nothing SO much as horse chestnut
fresh from the poi. Her eyes were
of deep violet, heavily fringed with
black lashes, and one of the kindest
and most good humored months which
ever smiled a welcome completed a
personality as unusual as it was re-
nowned, and as popular as it was
both
BY the lady's side was a little boy
I OF some four and half or five years
OF age. dressed in simple white. fan.
mel.
Once more there was murmur Of
interest.
IT'S the little duke!" some one
cried: the little duke of London and
his mother. Hurrah for the little
duke! 80 Is II
s3 Thescr was taken up and repeated
Swelling in volume every moment as
the crowd pressed nearer and nearer
1.-THE carriage, despite the efforts OF. the
lconstables to restrain them
Isn Y he a darling?'' said the
women to each other as they caught
glimpse Of the pretty little bow.
chattering away to his mother in high
gond l,,ir1lor and excitement. And to
think of him being duke! They say
he's got two hundred thousand a
Year. And the duchess, isn't she
beautiful? She's only twenty-seyer
they say, and won't marry again for
love of her late husband <, .ook
some ones given the little duke q
ggi1ower.'
young woman in the crowd who
was wearing q rose in her dress. had
been pressed up to the wheels Of the
slowly owing carriage. with sud-
den. sporta eods gesture she snatched
at hi fewer and held 1t out to the