Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-08-29
CHAPTER xxx
En- Eamiils

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The Princess Mistchenlza came 1eis-
rely and gracefully downstairs a
little before eight that evening, much
pleased with her hair, complexion
ind gown.
She found Neeland alone in the
nusic-room, standing in the attitude
IF the conventional Englishman with
lis back to the f1reless crate and
ais hands clasped loosely behind him,
waiting to be led out and fed.
The direct glace of undisguised
tdmiration with which he greeted
he Princess Naia confirmed the i'm
preston she herself had received
from her mirror. and brought an adj
1itional dash of color into her deli
cate brunette face.
us there any doubt that you are
quite the prettiest objet dart in
PARISH" he inquired anxiously, TAX
ing her hand; and her dark eyes
we're very friendly as he saluted her
jnger-tips with the reverent and
slightly exaggerated appreciation of
connoisseur in sculpture.
"You hopeless Irishman," she
laughed. It's fortunate for wom-
IN that you're never serious, even
with yourself"
Princess Naia," he demonstrated,
can nothing short of kissing you
convince you of my sincerity and"
"Impudence" she interrupted
;milingly. ooh, yes. I'm convinced,
lanes, that, lacking other materiay,
you'd make love to a hitching post"
His hurt expression and protest
against misinterpretation, but the
Princess Mistchenka laughed again
Infeelingly, and seated herself at
he piano.
Some day." she said, striking 8
lively chord or two, 81 hope you'll
catch 1t, young man. You're alto
Tether too free and easy with your
feminine friends. What do
you think of Rue Carew?"
can astounding and echanting
transformation. I haven't yet recov-
cred my breath"
when you do, you'll talk nom
sense to the child. I suppose"
Princess! Have 1 ever"
You talk little else. dear friend,
when God sends a pretty food to
listenw She looked up at him from
the keyboard over which her hands
we're nervously wandering. IT ought
!tstened." She laughed carelessly,
out her glance fingered for an in
slant on his face, and her mirth
lid not sound quite spontaneous to.
either of them.
Two years ago there had been an
hpril evening after the opera, when,
n taking leave Of her in her little
salton her hand had perhaps retained
lis a fraction of a second longer
han quite intended; and he had, in
,dvertently. kissed her.
He had thought of it as a charm
1g and agreeable incident; what the
Princess Naia Mistchenka thought
e it she never volunteered. But she
. managed that he never again
vas presented with a similar OPP
3ortunity.
Perhaps they both were thinking of
lis rather ancient episode now. for
IS face was touched with a mis-
'1ieVously reminiscent smile, and
lie had lowered her head a trif1e over
ne keyboard where her slim. ivory
nted hands still idly searched after
iusive harmonies in the subdued
-ght of the single lamp.
There's a man dining with u.s."
lie remarked, who has the same
responsible and casual views on life
nd manners which entertain. No
orbit you'll get along very well to-
other."
who is he?"
"a Captain Sengoun, one of our at
hes. It's likely you'll find a con-
ti!S.I SOul III ILLS SdIII0 SOSSdCh
,<:lom we all call Ajax" She added
; licious1y: His only logic is the
pulse of the monument, and he is
1lown as. Prince Erik among his
;niliars. Erik was the Devil, you
I. =ow-'
He was announced at that moment,
nd came marching ina dark, hand
me. why young man with winning,
&, TX eyes and a little black NOUS
:3~he Just shadowing his short up
= lip-and a head shaped to con-
>1n the devil himself-the most
>>1fless looking head, Neeland
ought. that he ever had beheld in
. his life. -.
aut the young fellows frank smile
= utterly irresistible, and his
=, light manner of facing one, and
looking directly into the eyes Of
=. person he addressed in his al
r~+ too perfect English, won any
* ner Immediately.
bowed formally over Princess