New Mexico state record. (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1914-19??, 1919-02-07
gether," she finished, tremulous with

anxiety.
And Milky? His pulses still beating
at her n%earness, his eyes On her up
tuyned, despairing young face, turned
to him for hope and comfort, what
could he do? He took her In his arms
again and sOOthed her. while she cried
her heart out against his tunic. He
said he would do anything to keep her
from unhappiness, and that he would
die before he let her go to Karl's arms.
But If he had stopped thinking before,
he was thinking hard enough then.
"Tonight?" said Hedwig, raising a
tear-stained face. 1T is early. If we
wait something will happen. ! know
1t. They are SO powerful, they can do
anything"
He put her away from him at last,
after he had kissed her eyelids and
her forehead, which was by way of
renunciation. And then he folded his
arms, which were treacherou and
might betray him. After that, not dar-
ing to look at her, but with his eyes
fixed on the irregular skyline of the
city roofs. he told her many things,
Of his promise to the king, of the dan
ger, imminent now and very real, OF
his word of honor not to make love
to her, which he had broken.
Hedwig listened, growing cold and
listened, even assented, as he pleaded
against his own heart, ~treacherOus
arms still folded. And If she saw his
arms and not his eyes, it was because
she did not look up.
Halfway through his eager speech,
however, she drew her light wrap
about her and turned away. Milky
could not believe that she was going
like that, without a word. But when
she had disappeared through the win
dow, he knew, and followed her. He
caught her In Hubert's room, and drew
her ~savagely into his arms.
But II vas a passive, q%ulescent, and
trembling Hedwig who submitted, and
then, freeing herself, went out through
the door into the lights Of the corridor.
Milky flung himself, face down, on a
shrouded couch and lay there, his face
buried in his arms.
Olga Loschek's last hope was gone.
On the day Of the carnival, which
was the last day before the beginning
Of Lent, Prince Ferdinand William
Otto wakened early. The palace still
slept, and only the street sweepers
were about the streets. Prince Ferdi-
nand William Otto sat up in bed and
yawned. This was a special day, he
knew, but at first he was too drOwsy
to remember.
Then he knew-the carnival! A de-
lightful day. with the place full Of peO-
iplps, testers, who cut capers on the
grass in the park, little girls in pro-
cession, wearing costumes Of fairies
with gauze wings, students who par
sded and blew noisy horns, ven horses
and now and then a dog
dressed as d dancer or a soldier.
He yawned again, and began to feel
hungry. He decided to get up and take
his own bath. There was nothing like
a good start for a gala day.
And, since with the crown prince to
decide was to do, which is not always
n royal trait, he took his W bath.
being very particular about his ears,
and not at all particular about the rest
Of him. Then, no Oskar having yet
appeared with fresh garments, he
ducked back into bed again, quite bare
rs to his small body, and snuggled
down in the sheets.
Lying there, he planned the day.
There were to be no lessons except
which could hardly be called
q lesson at all, and as he now knew