The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1918-02-22
sent them before Thursday OF the fol.

Speclieu with mucl: detail--at her ex-
pense to send SCI MANY blankets, 81,
many Ioayes of bread, a long list.
Having finished, she destroyed, by
burning. II number Of papers, watch.
ing until the last ash had turned from
dull red to smoking gray. The code
DOCK she hcsitated over, but at last,
with a shrug of her shoulders, she re-
turned 1t to its hiding place in the
jewei-case.
coupled with her bitterness was a
sense of relief. Only when the papera
were destroyed had she realized the
Wcl-ht they had been. Size summoned
Mihnn her maid. and dressed for the
street. Then. Minna ACCOMMODATING
her. she summoned her carriage and
went shopping.
u renchcd the palace again in
tim" to dress for dinner. Somewhere
on that excursion she had left the let
ter. to be e II to its destination over
the border by special messenger that
night.
Prince Ferdinand William Otto, at
the moment Of her return, was pre-
pairing for bed. He washed himself.
with Oskar standing by, holding a
great soft towel. Even the towels
were too large. And he brushed his
teeth, and had two drinks of water,
because Il stihish feeling in his throat
persisted. And ut last he crawied up
into the high bed that was so much
too big for him. and had to crawl out
again. because he had forgotten his
prayers.
When everything was done, and the
hour Of putting out The light could no
longer be delayed. he said good night
10 Oskar, who bowed. There was u
great deal of bowling in Otto's world.
Then. whisk it was dark, with only
the moon fnce of the cathedral clock
for company. And AS it was now
twenty minutes past seven, the two
hands dropped until it looked like a
face with Il cruel mouth, and was
really very poor company.
Oskar, having bowed himself INTO
the corridor and past the two Sentries,
reported to IL very great dignitary
across the hall that his royal h~iglness
the Grown Prince Ferdinand William
Otto "a In bed. And the dignitary
had Il chance to gn away and get his
dinner.
Bat alone in his great bed, the
crown prince was shedding Il few
shamefaced tears. He was extremely
ashamed OF them. lie felt that under
no circumstances would his soldier
father have behaved 50. He reached
out and secured one of the two clean
folded h%undkerchicfs that were always
placed on the bedside stand ut night,
and blew his no>e very loudly. But
he could not sleep. q
He gave Miss Braithwaite time to go
to her sitting room, and for eight
O'Clock to pass. because once every
hour. all night, ii young gentleman of
the court. appointed for his purpose
and dubbed IL ''Wct nurse" by jealous
comrades, cautiously opened his door
and made II stealthy circuit of the
room. to see thai all was well.
The crown prince got up. He neg
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OF course and In his bare feet he
padded across the room to the study
door. 1t was lot entirely dark. <
night light burned there. 1t stood on
Il table directly under the two crossed
swords. Beneath the swords. in n
burnt wood frame. We're the pictures
Of his father and mother. Hrdwig had
given him a woodworking outfit at
Christmas. and he had done the work
himself. II consisted OF the royal
arms. somewhat out of drawing and
not exactly in the center of the frame.
and a floral border of daisies, ex-
tremely geometricai, because he had
drawn them in first with a compass.
The boy. however, gave the picture,
only Il hasty glance and proceeded, Ia
Il businesSlike manner, to carry a
straight chair to the cabinet. ON the
top shelf sat the old cloth dog. Its
shoe-button eyes looked glazed with
sleep, hut it's ears were quite alert.
Very cautiously the crown prince I'M
locked the door, stepped precariOusly
to the lower shelf OF the cabinet.
hung there by one royal hand, and
lifted the dog down.
At nine O'Clock the wet nurse took
of his sword in another room and
leaned it against Il chair. Then he
examined his revolver, in accordance
with II formula prescribed by the old
king. Then he went In and examined
the room with u tlashllght. and lis
tened to the crOwn princes breathing.
He had been a crOupy baby. And. at
last, he turned the fiashlight on to the
bed. A pair of ~shoc-button eyes
stared at him from the pillow.
swell, I'm -" said the wet nurse.
And went out, looking thoughtful.
In a shop where, that afternoon. the
countess had purchased some Lyons
silks, n of the clerks, Peter Niburg,