The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1917-09-13

II cannot take these things as light
ly as / used to-" she answered little
sadly. Something has come over me
lately-I don't know what 1t is-but
| seem to have lost my taste for fir
tatiOnS. John, don't look up, don't
turn round! have been afraid OF
the prince all the evening. When you
came in, l fancied that you had been
drinking. When the prince asked me
something about you, IN hour or so
ago, I knew that he had. l saw him
like It once before, about q year ago.
Don't take any notice of him! Don't
talk to him, If you can at all help 1t
Toward their table the prince was
slowly making his way, skilfully avoid
ing the dancers, yet looking neither
to the right nor to the left. His eyes
were fastened upon John. If he had
been drinking, as SOphy suggested.
there were few signs Of 1t. His walk
was steady; his bearing, as usual, de-
liberate and distinguished.
He came to a standstill beside them.
SOphy's fingers clutched at the table
cloth. The prince looked from one to
the other.
"You have robbed me of n guest,
Mr.. Strangewey," he remarked; but l
bear you no ill-will. 1t is very seldom
that one sees you In these haunts OF
dissipation"
at is u gala night with me-" John
replied, his tone raised no more than
usual, but shaking with some new
quality. "Drlnk glass of wine with
me, prince" he invited, taking the
bottle from the ice-pail and filling
tumbler upon the table. "Wish me
luck, won't you? I am engaged to
be married."
81 wish you happiness with all my
heart" the prince answered, holding
his glass up. MAY I not know the
name Of the lady3"
mo doubt you are prepared for the
news" John told him. Miss Maurel
has promised to become my Wife"
The princes hand was as steady as
a rock. He raised his glass to his lips.
81 drink to you both with the great
est of pleasure" he said, looking John
full in the face. ut is most remark
able coincidence. Tonight is the an
niversary of the night when Louise
Maurel pledged herself. to me-"
Johns frame seemed for moment
to dilate, and fire flashed from his
eyes.
"Will you be good enough to explain
those words?" he demanded.
The prince bowed. He glanced to-
ward SOphy.
"Since you insist! !" he replied. TO
night, then, let me tell you, is the an
niversary of the night when Louise
Maurel consented to become my"
What followed came like thunder
clap. The prince reeled back, his hand
to his mouth, blood dropping upon the
tablecloth from his lips, where John
had struck him. He made sudden
spring at his assailant. Sophy, shrek
ing, leaped to her feet. Everyone
else in the place seemed paralyzed
with wonder.
John seized the prince by the throat
and held him for moment at arms
length. Then he lifted him off his feet
as one might lift child from the
floor. Holding his helpless victim in
n merciless grip, he carried him across
the room and deliberately flung him
over the table toward his empty chair
Sophy held John by the arm, clutch
ing it Historically, striving to drag
him away. But to John the room was
empty. He stood there, giant, mo
tionless figure, his muscles still taut
his face tense, his eyes aflame, glar
ing down at the PROSTATE figure OF
the man on whom he had wreaked the
accumulated fury Of these last days
. and weeks of madness.