The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1910-03-17
Copyright. 1909. by George
Barr McCutcheon
Copyright. 1909, by Dodd.
Mead q Company
CHAPTER IV.-Continued

Il WOulun [ be III there q minute,
he argued. And | might catch a
glimpse of a dream lady. Now, | say.
Hobbs, here's a low place. | could
jump
"Mr. King. if you do that | am
ruined forever. | am trusted by the
steward. He would cut off all my priv
ileges'- Hobbs could go no further.
He was prematurely aghast. Some
thing told him that Mr.. King would
hop over the wall
go and report me. Hobbs; there's a
good fellow. Tell the guards | wouldn't
obey. That will let you out, my boy,
and III do the rest"
He strobe off across the bright green
turf toward the source of all this en-
chantment. leaving poor Mr.. Hobbs
braced against the wall. weak kneed
and helpless.
"What are you doing in here de-
manled Il voice.
TruXton. conscious of guilt, whirled
with as much CONSERVATION as if he
had been accOsted by a voice of thuu-
der. He beheld Il very small boy stand
ing at the top of the knoll above him.
not thirty feet away. His face was
quite as dirty as any small boys
should be at that time of day, and his
curly brown hair looked as if it had
not been combed since the day before.
His firm little legs. in half hose and
presumably white Knockers. were
spread apart, and his hands were in
his pockets.
King recognized him at once and
looked about uneasily for the attend
ants who. he knew. should be near. 1t
is safe to say hat he came to his feet
and bowed deeply. even in humility.
II am resting, your highness." he
said meekly.
Don't you know n better than to
come in here?" demanded the prince.
TruXton turned very red.
81 am sorry. I'll go at once"
"Oh. I'm not going to put you out"
hastily exclaimed the prince. coming
down the slope. But you are old
enough to know better. You are the
gentleman who picked up my crop
yesterday. You are an American"
YES, a lonely American" with an
attempt at the pathetic.
The %youngster looked cautiously
about. Say, do you ever go fishing?'
he demanded eagerly,
occasionally"
You won't give me away. will youE'
with a warning frOwn. Don't YOU
tell Jacob Fraasch. He's the steward.
II know q fine place to fish"
The prince led the way up the bank.
followed by the amused American.
who stopped so admirably that the boy.
looking back, whispered that it vas
Just fne." At the top Of the knoll
the prince turned into Il little shrub
lined path leading down to the banks
of the pool almost directly below the
rocky face Of the grotto.
The prince scurried behind a big
rock and reappeared at once with a
willow branch from the end Of which
dangled a piece Of thread. A bent pin
occupied the chief end in view. He
unceremoniously showed the branch
into the hands Of his confederate and
then produced from n OF his pockets
a silver cigarette box, which he gin
StilN ODChNu ~ v w IN SoH>
conglomerate mass of angleworms n
grubs.
"a fellow gets awful dirty digging
for worms, doesn't hep he pronounced.
The prince took the branch and gin
gerly dropped the hook into the dane
ing pool. In less time than it requires
to tell it he had a nibble, a bite and
a pnfoh UNbarn rnynr was n how so OK
cited as he when a scarlet niobler flew
into the shrubbery above.
On the opposite bank of the pool
suddenly appeared two rigid members
Of the royal guard, intently watching
the fishers. King was somewhat dis-
turbed by the fact that their rl1es
were in a position to be used at an In
stant's notice. He felt himself turning
pale as he thought Of what might
have happened if he had taken to
fight.
A young lady in a rajah silk gown, a
flimsy panama hat tilted well over her
nose, with a red feather that stood
erect as If always in a state OF sur
prise, turned the bushes \ came 10 a
stop almost at Kings elbow. He had
time to note in his confusion that she
was about shoulder high alongside him
n that she was staring up into his
face with amazed gray eyes. After
ward he was to realize that b was
amazingly pretty; that her teeth were
very white and even; that her eyes
were the most beautiful and expressive
he had ever seen, that she was slender
and imperious and that there were
dimples In her cheeks so fascinating
that he could not gather sufficient
strength Of purpose to withdrew his
9aze from them. OF course he did not
zee them at the outset. She was not
amiling. 90 how could lie?
The prince came to the rescue. This
II my Aunt Lorraine, MIMI He
swallowed hard and looked helpless.
King" supplied TruxtQn-"TrQxtop