Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1918-04-19

prince how to hang over the edge Oh
his saddle, while his horse vas canter-
ing, so that bullets would not strike
him.
They rode and frolicked, yelled q
bit, got two ponies and whacked a polo
ball over the tan bark, until the
crown prince was sweating royalty and
was gloriously flushed.
II don't know when 1 have been SO
happy" he said, dragging out his hand
kerchief and hopping his face. Its
a great deal pleasanter without He'd
wig, isn't itT"
While they played, overhead the
great hearse was ready at last. It's
woodwork shone. Its gold crosses
cleaned. No fieck of dust disturbed
its austere magnificence.
The man and the boy who had been
working on it stood back and sur
veyed 1t.
"All ready" said the man, leaning
on the handle of his long brush. "Now.
it may happen any time"
at is very handsome. But I ana
glad 1 am not the old king" The boy
picked up pals and brushes. "Noth-
ing to look forward to but-that."
'But much to look back on" the
man observed grimly, land little that
is good"
The boy glanced through a window,
below which the riding ring stretched
it's brown surface, Scared by nervous
hoofs. 81 would change places with
the crown prince" he said enviously.
Listen to himi Always laughing.
Never to labor, nor worry, nor think
of the lex days food
young fool! p The man came to
his shoulder and glanced down also.
"Would like to be a princeling, thent
No worry. No trouble. Always play,
play" He gripped the boys shoulder.
Look, lad, at the windows about.
That is what it is to be a prince.
Wherever you look, what do you see2
Stablemen? Grooms? Bah, secret
agents, watching that no assassin.
such perhaps as you and I, Turk
about"
He stopped and stared, wiping the
glass clear that he might see better.
Milky without his cap, disheveled and
flushed with eXertiOn, was making a
frantic shot at the white ball, rolling
past him. Where had he seen such a
head, such a flying mop of hair? All
He remembered. 1t was the flying
young devil who had attacked him and
the others that night in the ~by-street,
when Peter Niburg lay stunnedl
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Miss Braithwaite had a bad head
ache that afternoon, and The crown
prince drove out with his aurt. The
~Archduchess Annunciata went shop
ping. The crown prince sat In the
carriage and watched the people. The
man beside the coacbman sat with
alert eyes, and there were others who
scanned the crowd ~iptently. But it
was a quiet, almost an, adoring crowd,
and there was even aSdog, to Prince
Ferdinand William Ottp's huge de-
light.
The man who owned the dog, seeing
the child's eyes on him, put him
through his tricks. Truly q wonderful
dog, that would catch things on It's
nose and lie dead, rousing only to a
whistle which its owner called Ga
briefs trumpet.
Prince Ferdinand William Otto,
growing excited, leaned quite out of
the window. "What is your dogs
name?' he inquired, in his clear treble.
The man took off his hat and bowed.
'Toto, highness. He is of French
origin
"He is a very nice dog. 1 have al
ways wanted a dog like that. He
must be a great friend"
"a great friend, highness." He
would have expatiated on the dog, but
he was uncertain of the etiquette Of
the procedure. His face beamed with
pleasure, however. Then a splendid
impulse came to him. This dog, his
boon companion, he would present to
the crown prince. 1t was all he had,
and he would give it, freely, even
though it left him friendless.
But here again he was at a loss.
Was it the proper thing? Did n do
such things. in this fashion, or was
there a procedure? He cooked an eye
at the box of the carriage, but the two
men sat impressive, immobile.
Finally he made up his mind. Hat
in hand, he stepped forward. "Hfgh-
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