The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1910-01-11

(. The castle is all astir. Servants
are rushing hither and thither and
confusion and excitement reign, for
tonight is the eve of the marriage of
young Prince Carl of Oldenwall to the
Princess Glare of Langdale.
I Negotiations had been carried on
dor some time between the parents Of
the young couple, and now they were
betrothed, though neither had seen
the other.
In one OF the private rooms of his
own apartments the prince is loung-
dng by the fireplace He is tall and
fair, with frank, open face. true
docking blue eyes and tender but
determined mouth. He is dressed in
a rich black velvet coat, knee
brooches, fastened at the knees with
large silver buckles, and a soft ruffled
white shirt. He is a Bridegroom that
any bride would welcome with de-
aigat
Lying at full length in front of the
fireplace, with his head almost touch
ing the princes feet, is a young lad.
Unlike the prince, who is fair. this
boy is dark He is not very tall, yet
he would attract attention anywhere
Vie has Roman style of countenance,
and his head, covered with rich brown
curls. would have pleased a painter
His eyes, large, soft and wistful, beam
with the fire of poetic soul. There
is something in his whole appearance
that indicates beingof unusual char
acter. Such is Dorian, poet and cou-
sin of the Princess Clare. When only
three years old his parents died with
din week of each other. and Dorian
had been taken to the castle Of his
uncle, where he had lived ever since.
His cousin. the Princess Glare, was
only a year his junior, and so they
had grown up together.
i Two weeks previous he had come
with party to the castle of the young
prince to make arrangements in re-
gard to the coming of the princess.
In that short time he had won his way
into the hearts of the entire house
hold, and especially into the heart of
prince Carl, who had always longed
for brother, and who now regarded
Dorian in that light.
Y Tonight as they lounge together
hhe conversation naturally turns to
the coming event. Prince Carl, who
looks with disfavor on the whole pro
Feeding, and who does not wish to
marry, especially bride he has never
seen, turns to Dorian for comfort.
Tell me now, Dorian, do you not
pity me? You, who will have your
freedom for years to come, for as yet
you know naught OF love-neither do
d--yet here am forced to wed a mai
den ! have never seen. She may. !"
with a bitter laugh, "be witch or
beauty for aught know"
The Princess Glare is very beauti-
full. murmurs Dorian gently.
Beautiful or not, do not want
her cried the prince. "and she is
marrying me but for my"
Remember You are speaking of
my cousin."- interrupts Dorian, half
rising.
Forgive me. little brother saws
carr gently, and dropping his arm
around the lads shoulder he draws
him to him. so that Dorian's head
rests against his knees. II had for
gotten that you are friend If ira
princess. Tell me of her. You must
remember I have not even seen her
picture, One was sent. but was mic
aaid before | arrived home. 4
|, too, am to blame, Carl. I had
forgotten you had not seen Glare
Pardon me" flushing hotly and look
dng into Carl's eyes as the loved namo
slips from his lips, but we are like
brother and sister"
Carl laughs softly at the boys con-
fusion and runs mis- fingers caressing-
ny through the rich, dark curls.
At you but know the princess Won
would not rail at your fate. prince. a
continues Dorian. She is beautiful.
ionc Of the fairest women to be found
40 any kingdom. and as good as she
As beautiful We were, as YOU have
sheard, brought up together, and +
know her as no other does ana to
himself marmurs, love her as no
Other can
Is she fair or dark, lad?"
| Fair. fair as the angels! with
peau,lful golden hair. aimosr the