The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1910-03-17
a Story Of
Gra,sSfork
GEORGE BARR
M'CUTCHEON
SSGY

On the opposite Dank OF lne poor
suddenly appeared two rigid members
of the royal guard. intently watching
the fishers. King was somewhat dis
turbed by the fact that their rifles
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
flight
\ young lady in a rajah silk gown, a
himsy 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 and came to a
stop almost ut Kings elbow. He had
time to note in his confusion that she
was about shoulder high alongside him
and that she was staring up into his
face with amazed gray eyes. After
ward he was to0realize that she 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 inperiouS and that there were
dimples in her cheeks so fascinating
that he could not gather sufficient
strength Of purpose to withdraw his
gaze from them OF course he did not
see them ut the outset. She was not
smiling. so how could he?
The prince came to the rescue. This
is my Aunt Lorraine, Mr-Mr."- He
swallowed hard and looked helpless.
King" supplied TruXton-"TruXton
King. your highuess." Then, with all
the courage he could produce. he said
to the beautiful lady: I'm as guilty as
he. Sec He pointed ruefully to four
goldfish which he had strung upon
wire grass and dropped into the edge
Of the pool.
please put those poor little things
back in the pool, Mr.. King" said the
lady in perfect English.
Gladly, with the princes permis-
sion" said King, also in English. The
prince looked glum, but interposed no
imperial objection.
1t must be confessed that Kings
composure was sorely disturbed. He
glanced up to find her studying him,
plainly perpIeXed.
4 just wandered in here" he began
guilty. The prince captured me
down there by the big tree"
Did you say your name is TruXton
King she asked somewhat skeptcal
ly.
Yes, your-ycs, ma'am," he replied,
"of New York"
Your father is Mr.. Emerson King;
Are you the brother of Adele King:'
she asked.
Il am"
rive heard her speak of her brother
TruXton. She said you were in South
America"
She was regarding him with cool,
speculative interest. Il wonder if you
are heE"
u think | am" he said, but doubt.
fully. please pardon my amazement
Perhaps I'm dreaming. At any rate,
I'm dazed"
I'VE were in the convent together FOR
two years Now that | observe you
closely you do resemble her. We We're
very good friends, she and l."
Then youll intercede for meE he
urged, with a fervent glance in the
direction Of the wall.
She smiled jOyously.
More than that she said, Il shall
assist you to escape. Come"
He followed her through the shrub
berry, his heart pounding violently.
Say" whispered the prince few
moment later. dropping back as if tc
lmpart grave secret. See that mar
over there by the fountain. Mr. King?
Bobby" cried the lady sharply
"GoOdby. Mr.. King. Remember me tC
your sister when you write She
That's Aunt Loraires beau" an
nounced the prince. That's Count
Eric Nos Engo" TruXton's look turned
to one of interest at once. The MAJ