Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1918-03-08
CHAPTER l.
The Crown Prince Runs Away.

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The Crown Prince sat in the royal
box and swung his legs. This was
hardly princely, but the royal legs did
not quite reach the floor from the high
crimson-velvet seat of his chair.
Prince Ferdinand William Otto was
bored. His royal robes, consisting of
a pair of blue serge trousers, a short
Elton jacket, and a stiff, rolling collar
of white linen, irked him.
He had been brought to the opera
house under a Misrepresentation. His
aunt, the Archduchess Annunciata, had
strongly advocated 1.-THE Flying Dutch
man." and his English governess, Miss
Braithwaite, had read him some in
spring literature about 1t. So here he
was, and the Flying Dutchman was not
ghostly at all, nor did !. fly. And in
stead of flying, after dreary cons of
singing, 1t was moved off on creaky
rollers by men whose shadows were
thrown grotesquely on the sea back
ing.
The orchestra, assisted by a bass
solo and intermittent thunder in the
wings, was making a d%eafening din.
One of the shadows on the sea back
ing took out it's handkerchief and
wiped its nose.
Prince Ferdinand William Otto look
ed across at the other royal box, and
caught his Cousin Hedwig's eye. She
also had seen the handkerchief; she
took out her own scrap of linen, and
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Royal Highness the Archduchess An
nunciata being occupied with the
storm, she winked across at Prince
Ferdinand William Otto.
In the opposite box were his two
cousins, the Princesses Hedwig and
Hilda, attended by Hedwig's lady in
waiting. Hedwig was eighteen. The
crown prince liked Hedwig better than
Hilda. Although she had been intro
duced formally to the court at the
Christmas-eve ball, and had been duly
presented by her grandfather, the
king, with the usual string of pearls
and her own carriage, she still ran off
now and her to have tea with the
crown prince and Miss Braithwaite in
the school DON at the palace; and she
could eat a great deal of bread and but
ter.
The crown prince yawned, although
it was but the middle of the after
moon. Catching Hedwig's eye, he ran
his fingers up through his thick yell
low hair and grinned. Hedwig blushed.
she had confided to him once, while
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the summer palace, that she was
thinking of being in love with a young
lieutenant who was attached to the
kings suite. The prince-who wa
called Otto, for short, by the family,
because he actually had eleven anne
the prince had been much interested
For some time afterward he had both.
cred Miss B~raithwaite to define being
in love, but he had had no really salts
factory answer.
In pursuance of his quest for in.
formation, he had grown quite friendly
with the young officer. whose name
was Larisch, and had finally asked to
have him ride with him at the royal
riding school. The grim old king had
granted the request, but 1t had been
quite fruitless so far after all. Lieu
tenant Larisch only grew quite red as
to the ears when love was mentioned,
although he appeared not unwilling to
hear Hedwig's name.
So now Ferdinand William Otto ran
his fingers through his fair hair, which
was a favorite gesture Of the lieuten-
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duchess, sitting well back, was nod
ding. Just outside the royal box, on
the red velvet sofa, General Mettlich,
who was the chancellor, and had come
because he had been invited and stayed
outside because he said he liked to
hear music, not see it, was sound
asleep. His martial bosom, with its
gold braid, was rising and falling
peacefully. Beside him lay the princes
crown, a small black derby hat.
Prince Ferdinand William Otto con-
sidered it all very wearisome. If one
could only wander around the corridor
or buy a sandwich from the stand at
the foot of the great staircase-or, bet
ter still, if one could only get to the
street, alone, and purchase one of the
fig women that Miss Braithwaite so
despisedl The crown prince felt in
his pocket, where his weeks allow
ance of pocket money lay comfortably
untouched.
He meditated. He. could go out
quickly, and be back before they knew
it. Even If he only wandered about
the corridor, it would stretch his short
legs. And outside it was a fine day.
1t looked already like spring.
With the trepidation Of a canary
who finds his cage door open, and,
hopping to the threshold, surveys the
world before v%enturing to explore it,
Prince Ferdinand William Otto rose
to his feet, tiptoed past the Arch