Williams news., 1914-08-27

and stepped to the window. She looked out at the beautiful green fo liage and the blooming flowers for g long time, and Napoleon did not dis turb her. Her actions commanded re spect.
 A smile appeared on her face, g smile that reminded Napoleon of his own mother; it expressed mothel love, the most holy of all.
 "See-see how green the grass is! How blue the sky is How mild the air, and the water of the Lago di Mag giore Is as smooth as mirror" She beckoned to Napoleon. Just look al that sweet little girl, see how she runs on the shore-she is after butter fly. Don't you see her, man! Don't you see herr" She gasped these last words hoarsely and grasped Napole ons arm. A nameless terror had his noble soul in its grip.
 Answer me, do you see herr" She began to sob. "Ah, don't say no-say you see her. She is my own little girl She is good and not like her mother She Is good, say! She must be good to be happy" She sobbed wildly. Turning to Napoleon she screamed: :: Speak! Oh, speak to me. or shall go mad entirely"
 He took her hands in his and in 8 mild voice said: "Rositta, be quiet: you don't know what you are saying.
 She pushed him away. A wild look came into her eyes.
 You f1end! You have killed me, and I'll kill you now!" Her hand slipped into her bosom and a short gilt Venetian dagger glistened bright ly. She darted forward blindly and just missed Napoleon. Her dagger struck the wall fiercely. The blade broke and fell with sharp clink to the floor. The next moment she faint ed in Napoleon's arms.
 He carried her to the sofa and brought fresh water to revive her.
 For two long hours her soul trav- eled through unknown regions where there is neither time nor distance. When she opened her eyes again she was not the same youthful, vivacious Rositta. She had become old.
 She did not speak for long time, and Napoleon had the patience to await her pleasure, notwithstanding his neglected duties at Washington.
 At last she sat up and said weakly: Napoleon Edison, you have won. You are strong; I am weak. The Queen Rositta is dead. The only one I ever truly loved, my little daughter, is dead, and now I can mourn the rest of That kiss of yours on the roof at Hell goland-that kiss given as alms-is responsible for all have done" She offered her hand. Please go; there are many awaiting you. want to rest in this solitude"
 Napoleon took her hand. "Good-by. Should you need me, there is special signal arrangement in the other room i; use it." He left, and she watched his form disappear in the dark night. The man she had once feared, loved and hated was gone, and, 1t was strange. but she found all these conflicting emotions gone as well.
 That was the last ever heard of the once-famous Princess Schomburg- Lithow, the ambitious Queen of the Air.
 En route to Washington Napoleon talked with his men on Ciryne Whistler told him that his instruc- tions had been carried out to the let ter and Sullivan told of the success full capture of the four aerodromones from the west
 It was ten o'clock in the morning when he sighted the capital, and Con- gross was in session
 The newspapers had already de scribed the battle between the Eagle and the Princess and the capture of the whole aerodromone f1otilla. Whistler had reported to the proper authorities, but no one knew what had become of the Princess Rositta-
 Loud shouts filled the chamber when Napoleon came in. Representatives left their chairs and, lifting him up, carried him on their shoulders. to his
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