The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1917-05-16
Continued From Our Last issuo)
CHAPTER III.
The Painted BIT

/ there was not one In his way great
er than the uteeple-chaser. Forest
/ King.
Tho Guards Crack was entered
for the prlx de Danes. the sol,
representative of England There
were two or three good things out
OF French stables. but his country
men wero we'll content to loRv,
their honor To Beauty" and his
/ six yearold.
Beauty himself. with n charac
teristlc philosophy. had sort OF
conviction that the German race
would set everything square. lie
stood either To make n very good
thing on Il or To be very heavily
bit There could be no medium.
My beauty. won't you cut those
German fellows down" muttcred
Rake. tho enthusiast, In tho sad
ding Enclosure.
"Tip-top condition. my boy-tip
top. and no mistake" murmured
MIR Willon
Then. In his capacity as head at
tcndant on the hero. he. with his
own hands. adjusted new and
handsome bride,
It's Almost a pity. IT'S a'most
pity" thought the worthy. as he
put the curb on the King. There,
my boy II you win with a painted
quld. I'm Dutchman."
When a young Prusslan had sho,
himself the night before for ron.
lette losses. II had not startled
Baden ono 1.-THE SO graycly as did
now the unaccountable failure OF
the great Guards crack
The painted quld' had been 80
deity prepared that tho result OF
veterinary investigation. while 1,
LEFT unremoycd the conviction that
the horse had been doctored. could
not explain when or how. or by
what medicines.
Tho Household. present and alb
sent. were heavily hit. They cared
little for the "crushers" they In
Cured. but their champions fail
ure. when he was IN tho face o,
Europe. cut them more terribly.
Cecil alone. amid II all. Was very
quiet. He hucw that with the fail
ure OF Forest klng had gone the
last plank fha, saved him from
ruin. A bitter. hcartsick misery
fell on him. For tho first tino In
his life the society OF his troops o,
acquaintances became intolerably
oppressive. He got away from
them Mt last. and wandered out
alone into tho gardens OF yhe steph.
anien. where he threw himself on
bench. trying yAinly TO realize
tho thing
A soft touch came on his arm
as he sat there be looked up. sur.
prised. Before him stood dainiy
little Lady vcpetia tho only
daughter OF tho House OF Lyon
nesse by u late marriage OF his
Grace--the eight-ycar-old sister Of
tho colossal seraph.
Cecil reused himself and smiled
at her.
Well. Petite Relne.- calling hci
by tho name sha generally borc
-arl aioner Where arc your play
Mates"
She did no, answer. bu, bent
nearer.
Il want 20 know. They say you
have lost all your money! Is II
trus7"
Very true. my little lady"
A.. IT,
Il came-t camo--pleAse don't
be angry because heard them
say you had no money. and want
you 10 take mine 10 take IL
Look. IL ia all bright gold. and Il
Is my very own. Papa gives II q
me to do JUS, what like with. DO
take II: pray do"
ColorinR deeply. for tho Petite
Refine had that true instinct OF gen
eroua nRtures-a most sensitive
delicacy for others-she shook on
TO Cecil's knee. out OF a little en-
amel sweetmeat box. twenty bright
Napoleons that fell in a glltterins
shower on the grass
lie started. and looked At her In
silence that she mistook for Of
Tense.
You win not take anything. Mr
Cecil?" she asked with n Sigh
CHANGING at her rejected Napolebns
lie drew the enamel bonbonniere
away.
Il will take that n you wlll give
| II me. Petit. Refine, and keep II In
memory OF you"
As he spoke. he took the pretty
Palais Royal gold-rimmed sweet
meat box, and slipped II into his
waistcont pocket.
At that moment one OF the men
Of the Stephanien approached him
with an English letter Cecil took
It YEARLY and looked at the little
Lady Venetia.
"Will you allow me7"
She bowed her graceful head.
He broke the envelope and read
a blurred. scrawled. miserable
letter. II was long. yet Mt a glance
he knew it's whole as we'll an tho
he had studied every line.
n hAIOnk ilfillbI HuoOk Dlfu lrODl
head TO foot. a tremor at once OF
passionate rage and OF ms passion
ate pain The child watched him
startled and awed. She touched
his hand softly.
what Ia it7 Is II anything
worse7"
Worse - worse?" he repeated
0 sserTa
ing worse II is the vilest. black
est shame"
The Seraph had ridden back from
lffesheim 10 the Bad In company
with some Austrian officers.
I As he swung himself out OF sad
die, n well-dressed little man drew
near respectfully-it was NJ. Bar
oni. the money lender.
THE Most Noble the Marquis of
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