The Ocala evening star., 1911-06-02

any pain Eouio iooE TOO narrow Tor
safety
This is rhe way. Clinton" said Da-
ria
There was 4 catch In her breath as
she spoke did not wonder al il
The longer We think about il the
harder II will become" said O'Ryan
practically I'll lead the way II 4
pitch over you must decide whether IL
Is worth while to cha nee the crossing"
He was right Looking at difficult
n never made II easier. He took his
horse firmly by the bride and started
Daria went next and | followed II
was a perilous journey. more perilous
by reason of the horses But We &C
compIished il. and a short climb
brought Us out upon the path where
Mustapha and | had commenced our
journey to this land Of legend
is this your country. Clinton?' Da
ria whispered
NO. my love We have 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 Rrayle
II was strange entering the low door
OF the inn The familiar scene made
the time seem short since the first time
| had entered il. a wood FIRE was
cracking on the hearth. and round the
table. drinking theiF thin wine sat
three men
They rose as entered. a scared look
upon their faces
We thought you were dead-killed
perhaps by that madman Mustapha."
said the landlord
NO; | am alive. you see, and hun
CRY. Have you entertainment for
three hungry Travellers?
And Mustapha 2" questioned one of
bis companions.
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 ! want. but bed"
There was hustle in the inn that
night. but shortly told them the tale
before / 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 l answered short
Iy as I rose from the fireside with q
yawn:
Treasure! There was no treasurer
Did not say when I commenced
&c I ha I'D t..
lieve il myself had | not one incon
testable proof Of the truth of il al
ways before mef
If | 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 ad
ventures in Drussenland?
Daria! My little wife! How well
she Ats her English home. Yet how
strange 1t was to her at first. 1t took
| her long to learn that in England ]
was only u private gentleman. that she
was only Mrs. Clinton Verrall. per
/ son of some Importance certainly but
| not q princess She could not under
stand why my queen should think ~
| little of such brave knight as 4 WAS
| And then her wonder at all she saw
| On this theme could write sequel
TO this history 1t bad been strarpr
/ enough slipping from civilization iut"
! 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 1t could only be humorous. aud
even were capable of writing such u
| history, with a smile in every line at
1t, should not do SO | could net
have my little wife laughed at |
| have laughed ut her myself sometimes.
It Is true-l did when she saw her first
train steaming into a station. but then
1 am a privileged person
! or Organ / have seen little since
we parted with him in London Twice
only, think. has be been to visit Us.
and he is the only one who persists In
addressing Daria as your highness."
He has not forgotten Drussenland.
Nor have we quite. 1t was a fancy
Of Daria's, and humored her. In my
library hangs a picture Of myself clad
in armor. which had to borrow from
q costumer for the occasion, and un-
derneath Is a little tablet fixed into the
bottom Of the frame. Some day the
reader and I may become acquainted,
and / will show 1t to him. And the
legend on the tablet runs thus: "sir
Verral, knight of the Silver Star"