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

| color of your own, Prince the
| Prince smiles at the compliment
"and eyes like lakes, deep and limpid
and blue as springs first violet. Hei
complexion is like the petal of new
" opened rose, blushing family at Its
own loyeliness," murmurs the poet
| softly. as though to himself; he has
J forgotten the Prince. Lips formed
! by Cupid to ensnare the hearts OF
mortals A manner as sweet and
modest as a violet, a soul as white and
pure as lily, and heart as true and
noble as its fair heart of gold. !,
Bravo! my dreamer" cried the
Prince. you have drawn a picture
of Venus"
Dreamer" With a start Dorian
comes to himself. That is what the
Princess Glare had always called him,
her Dreamer
"a Venus, he cries passionately.
"A Venus so pure, SO lovely, that she
would make Cupid's mother envious.
But" recovering himself, 'you say
you have never seen her picture, j
have one here which will give you"
Drawing small case from his pocket
he snaps spring and hands it to the
Prince.
The face that gazes back at him is
SO fair, SO surprisingly lovely that the
Prince is lost in admiration And he
had thought that this young goddess
was marrying him for his kingdom,
his royal palacesl He Pushes holly
at the very thought. And this vision
is to become his bride on the morrow.
1t seems year off now. How can he
wait that long to speak to her! He
finds himself wondering if she will
like him. Would she = could she
learn to love him.
A strange smile fits across the
poets face as he watches the Prince
Carl. Well he knows that no man
can resist that face,
why did you not show me this be-
fore, Dorian?" asks the Prince, softly.
Because" says the boy bluntly,
looking straight into the mans eyes,
Il wanted to see if you were worthy
of the treasure before / told you
about 1t. l was sent here, Prince
Carl, by the Princess Glare to see If
and as your picture looked-for she
has one of you. If | had found you
wanting, she would never marry you,
for" drawing himself to his full
height, II am my uncle's heir, and I
have more influence over him than
any one knows, and could have pre-
vented the marriage. But going up
to the Prince, who has risen, too, and
holding out his hand II have found
you to be as noble and true, and not
only that, but man that is worthy
of any maiden, and tat Little
Brother. with sweet smile, "can
worship as his hero
Blue eyes looked into brown ones.
Then the Prince dropped both hands
on Dorian's shoulders, and shaking
him gently, murmured:
Boy boy, you will never know
what you have done for me tonight.
You know naught of love yet. IT."
softly, cannot say the same now.
But when your time comes and the
fair one wants a reference, " laughing
softly, send her to your Big Broth
err. Now | am off to bed, and you
had better go to yours, for you will
have to be UP with the lark in the
morning.
When Prince Carl had left, Dorian
threw himself down in his old posi-
ton in front of the fire, and, unclasp-
ing fine gold chain from around his
neck. drew from it a locket Opening
it, he gazed for long time at the
face revealed. 1t was miniature of
the picture he had given the Prince
A beautiful light grows in the brown
eyes as he gazes, then closing it ten
derby. he throws it deliberately into
the very heart of the glowing fire.
There it melts and grows black, and
presently sinks with small crimson
log entirely out of sight
No, my Prince, the boy murmurs.
softly, as it disappears, you we're
wrong. I know all of love and have
taught it to you tonight The
Dreamer will never need your help.
His time has come and gone"
And, rising. he leaves the room
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