Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1911-06-28

He was right Looking at q difficult
u never made &c easier. He took his
horse firmly by the bride and started
Daria went next, and I followed It
was q perilous journey, more perilous
by reason Of the horses. But we ac-
comphshed II, and a short climb
brought us out upon the path where
Mustapha and had commenced our
journey to this land Of legend
Els this your country, ClintonT Da-
ria whispered
mo, my love. We have a long Jour
ney yet before us, but there are no
dangers here. Those are past"
We mounted our horses and clattered
along the road to Brayie.
1t was strange entering the low door
Of the inn. The familiar scene made
the time seem short since the first time
I had entered IT. A wood fire was
cracking on the hearth. and round the
table. drinking their thin wine. sat
three men
They rose az entered. q scared look
upon their faces.
1--WE thought you were dead-killed
perhaps by that mailman Mustapha."
said the landlord.
mo; / am alive. you see. and hun
Cry. Have you entertainment for
three hungry travellers"
"And MustaphaT questioned one Of
his companions.
I recognized him.
"Ah, my friend, you do not know all
the paths upon the mountains. The
legend was true. Supper FIRST, the tale
afterward."
Better leave the tale until tomor-
row." said Organ. Faith, it's not
only supper I want, but a bed"
There was hustle in the inn that
night, but shortly I told them the tale
before I went to bed
"But the treasurer said the land
lord, with glistening eyes, as finished.
He would not have understood had
told him of Daria, so answered short
ly as rose from the freside with a
yawn:
TREASURED There was no treasurer
Did I not say when commenced
this history that should hardly be-
lieve It myself had I not one incon-
testable proof of the truth of It al
ways before me?
If 1 doubt, as indeed almost do
sometimes, have only to look at my
wife How else would Daria be with
me had not passed through these al
ventures In Drussenland7
Darta! My little wifei How well
she 'fits her English home! Yet how
strange It was to her at first! It took
her long to learn that in England I
was only private gentleman, that she
was only Mrs. Clinton Verrall, a per-
son of some importance certainly. but
not a princess. She could not under
stand why my queen should think 30
little Of such a brave knight as / was.
And then her wonder at all she sawi
On this theme could write a sequel
to this history. 1t had been strange
enough slipping from civilization into
the middle ages. but of the middle
ages we have read in books. What
must it have been for one leaping from
the middle ages to civilization There
were no books to help Daria.
But the sequel will not be written,
fancy. It could only be humorous. aud
even were capable Of writing such a
history, with a smile in every line of
1t, ] should not do so. could not
have my little wife laughed at
have laughed at her myself sometimes. |
It is true-I did when she saw her first |
train steaming into station, but then |
am q privileged person
OF Organ I have seen little since
we parted with him In London Twice |
only. think, has he been TO visit us, |
n "A ha An tho npiv ona xvto rorafafa In /
addressing Darta as your highness."