The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1912-04-14

"I don't mind" said Pollyooly
fiercely; and she tugged at the re-
straining grip, hard but in vain. eying
the pest with vengeful eyes.
81 wouldn't let my children play
with him like some people do just be-
cause he's a Prince, not was it ever
time" said the nurse.
eff ever he touches the Lump, I'll
teach him!" said Pollyooly fiercely.
eff ever he touches one of us, Papa
will spank him hard. Papa doesn't
like Princes. He says they're so use
less" said Kathleen.
$50 they are-if they're like that, !"
said Pollyooly with conviction.
They watched the devastating royal
progress with indignant eyes. The
back view of the Prince was nearly as
unpleasant as the front. He slouched
along with his fat little figure hunched
forward in a very ugly fashion. The
children fed before him as he came,
and from the shelter of their nurses,
or their mothers, angrily watched him
destroy the castles they had built. But
most of their mothers regarded him
with gloating admiration; they felt
that the beach was more glorious for
his royal presence.
About forty yards behind him came
companion figure, his equerry the
Baron Won Habelschwert, stout, pig
eyed, snub-nosed man Of forty-five who
walked with the stiffness of a ramrod
Of the thickness of a barrel. His legs
were, unfortunately, rather short, and
since the lower part Of his body was
of fine protuberant rotundity which
the breadth of his shoulders and the
thickness of his chest failed dismally
to equal, he presented the quite IN
common appearance Of perambulat-
ing pear. He had rich expanse Of
fat cheek and small but dimpled
chin; but a fierce mustache, upturned
in the Imperial fashion, gave him the
ferocious air required by his military
profession and his sentiments of a
superman of the latest Prussian brand.
Happiness sat enthroned upon his
brow A passion for backing is a dis
tinguishing characteristic of his mill
tary caste; and his natural love Of
licking the boots of members Of the
many royal families Of the Fatherland
was finding its full expression. In
Prince Adalbert he had a perpetual
DOOL 10 lick. 1uQe6Q the
boot licked him; that very morning
the Prince had kicked his shins in a
mastery fashion, on being invited to
wash his face for the day.
The Baron's clothes fitted him with
extreme military tightness. They
were of an unpleasant greenish tint
which did not match the green HON.
burg hat he wore. In his right hand
he carried a short cane and yellow
gloves. The morning was hot; his
boots were patent leather. Diffusing
an agreeable odor of pomatum on the
breeze, he walked with the air of one
taking his ease in a conquered country,
for he looked forward with touching
certainty to the day when the mailed
fist of his Imperial master should
sweep England with fire and sword
from sea to sea. He often talked in a
gloating fashion of that great day TO
his young charge. Possibly that was
one of the reasons which induced
Prince Adalbert of ppe-Schweidnitz
to make so free with the castles and
persons of the children of the so-soon.
to-be-subjugated English.
The ogres of the sands having dis.
appeared down the beach, the children
repaired the damage to their castle
and once more played in peace. That
afternoon there was another royal
progress of the same devastating kind