Putnam patriot., 1910-03-18

ried without Homp quietly. first nt the magistrates and then at the church Al ast the day came
 Ne passed through the streets 10 ;he magistrates I did not know then that wag not in love. that was only young and curious l threw roses 10 any who asked. Tie prince sat beside me In full dress uniform looking very handsome and distinguished. The prince smiled. but he was nervous and mol at ease 1 thought nothing of this at the time 1 believed his nervous ness q part of my own.
 The magistrate performed his part. Legally we were man and wife. We were leaving for the church when at the very doorway il handsome woman. sad eyed, weary. shabbily dressed. touched me on the arm. "A rose. slgnorar,
 gave II to her smiling pItyingly. God pray" she said. that this man Will make you happier than he made meT,
 Let us be en,s said the prince eagerly.
 Wait" turned to the woman "signora. what do you mean by those words9.
 "IIis highness knows" She pointed to the prince. whose face now saw strangely enough for the first time It was black with rage and ngliness.
 "M ha, has he been to youY' de manded
 She answered l understood In that moment l became woman without Illusions Without looking at the prince | entered the carriage and closed the door in his face He stormed; he lied | was of stone He turned upon the poor woman and struck her in the face. Even had loved him that would have been the end of the ro- nance 1 drove home. There would be no wedding at the church that day There was great scandal Every one took up the princes cause. with the exception of the king
 The prince was almost bankrupt. He had sqpandered his all He had sold te usurers half of the fortune he expected to gct after marrying me. He had not the slightest affection for me. Hr WAS desperate and wanted the money How old and wise l became during that ride home from the magis. irate's, | vowed he should never have peuny |, should III % te the crown
 When at length he found that l was really serious he became base in his tactics lie was the one who was .fs ameng these knew that soon | found doors elased te me which had always been open Ne Italian woman could see the matter from my neint of view was an American for all that my mother was Venetian, therefore was wrong
 There That Is all There k no more mystery coneerning Sonia uilda Grosvenor
 And se the letter ended. There was not wort regarding any future meeting There was nothing to read between the lines. great loneliness snrged over Hiiiard. Was this. then. really the endg No. He would wait here m Florence til the day of doom He would waste no tune in seeking her for lie knew that If be sought he would net tiad
 Day after day dragged through the hours. and Florence grew thinned aud torrsd. Sometimes he rsae past the Villa Ariaane. but he never stopped IL was in the middle of June that eae afternoon the concierge handed hln a telegram. IL contained but three words
 Villa Serheilonl Reilaggio." The Villa Sereeiloni. now hotel. stands on a wooded promontory among
 the Alps and between the lakes. at Bellaggfo. and all day long the warm I sunshine doods it's walls and terraces and glsnees from the polished leaves | of the tropical plants. | The 6 o'clock boat from Como putfed up aoisily and smekily 10 the quay. l ehurning her side paddles nillari l stepped ashore imnatiently. What a lonx day it had been. How whi,e the viiia Serhelloni seemed up ther~ oa the little hilltop He gave hts iaxxags to the porter from the GranaN ssd fcl- iowed him oa foot to the hC<al He drsssed 0uiekly. and h issa tAss an hour he stepped forth frou the e%r- deas and took the path ID se tho vtllaA AfAr hs aaw . tnnlo epeoad unk1e