Evening star., 1912-09-01

Is HSN hair with unsteady hands.
/ .@NMI But Mark smiled back at her
ZSS0SS invincb1y. "Ah don't be angry,
! !. !. !. ]:
IZLA&N PLAYMATE! Look, let start again
.TZCoSNWY lets pretendl Real things hurt-t's
8GlMI so much better to make believe.
,4S|W You are the Kings daughter, and
NASX the two dragons the other side
\NN/ of the mountains have captured your
|C 6[<N g golden crown and your Jeweled
~ ~ sandal. Who shall l be-"
III THE Fairy Prince, replied Pris
GlS ella, and her eyes begged. 'Pleasel
PeaSe"
ut Mark was looking at something beyond her eyes
here's your imagination" he asked. mo, I'll
-,Ist passerby:
nd Priscilla said nothing.
What shall the passerby have for reward?' asked
Didn't he generally have the Prncess's heart
b. hand?"
Not the passerbv," denied Mark, and he smiled
. though his face little white. He shall
h.. the rose from the Kings daughters crown.
He is unthrfty passerby, replied Priscilla
rly, ito throw away the rose of the world for one
H. -lk and tinSel."
Mark turned away his face so that she could not
it, You're not playing fair, Playmate" he said.
III hurt. You know that l take what l may
in honor, give what | may give Even in play
IS houldnt forget that Play fair, my playmate.
I-iScia lifted her hands to her eyes, though to
r. n away something ugly. Is 1t honor Mark!
You know, Playmate
Is it-because of-.Tacqueline that day at the
Yes" said Mark Il hadn't known till then"
been different, you know. 1t couldn't help being little
different of course, could it,"
No." replied Mark gently, 1T couldn't help it.
But we're still playmates:" asked Priscilla. al
" yS always, Mark? No matter what happens:
Always, always, dear my princess dear my lady,
d ar my pay1natei" said Mark, and his clear voice
y that of joyous child and great warrior.
Oh, if you'll only be happy" cried Priscilla. "If
Il only stay happy nothing else matters but that.
You mustn't worry about me-, Mark told her,
cause I'm always happy So you see it's quite all
|DRISCILLA closed her eyes for minute with little
shver When she opened them again she nodded
IA, smiled. Yes" she said quite all right. Now
e start again. Mark. Where we? Oh, l
r. lenber You about either to climb or move
n untains to get back my crown. Would you
n nj if fed the dragons grass something during the
O. ration, to distract their minds and relieve mne?"
It's wretched etiquette, replied Mark; but,
i to relieve your mind and as they might bite my
L on, courteously consent. Feed them from this
IS of the mountain, please"
| shouldn't mind them so much if they hadn't
S -, explained Priscilla feebly,. as she proffered
IA ~emulOus handful of fragrant herbs to the two
p usters. "Oh, hurry, hurry, Mark"
What's the matter?' he demanded. The jeweed
al had been extracted from the bog, and he was
" itling valianty with the golden crown
.I-I-somehow l dropped the grass, and they're
Is ,g after you--they re-oh hurryi'
Mark glanced from the two spotted COWS, anlblng
u lrely toward him, to Priscillas anguished face,
g the hat final jerk, and cleared the hedge at
h nd
It's all right" he assured her I'm perfectly
IL Ct. Here are the crown and the sandal, my
IT. 1cess."
Thank you, said Priscilla in very small voice.
|" sorry that | screamed But hate cows-I do!
j ant help it. Especially spotted ones
Then it awfuly brave of you to try to distract
t m. | should have noticed them coming if
y hadn't screamed; SO probably you my life.
= sc poor returns
priscia put the shoe and surveyed the damaged
with a critical eye. Its rather battered crown"
S Laughed Il hope that you will not consider me
! King in gratitude, good Sir Passerby, if l return
i TO the They make feast of Lucullus
IL"
First my rose" exacted Mark.
nriscila wrenched the silken trife free from its
fhinpS cf t,1le brushed with crnnu Iirc -occed