Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1921-09-09

~, chcre lterre,' it rah--in the Eng
Ish somewhat as follows: "You will no
aouot be surprised Mt hearing from me
, ~ tar- r-of America and amazed at the
phenomenon of your discovered address
Ut the outlandish Place you've chosen
Tor your domicile. It's very simple.
In America you have been watched by
agents OF the so-called Government of
our wretched country. We know this
mere In London, because one of our
agents Is also part of their secret
organization. lie came upon the re-
port of your doings and knowing that
father was interested, detailed the in.
formation to us.
so far as l can learn at the present
writing you are in no immediate danger
OF death. but we do not know here
In London how soon the word may be
sent forth to remove persons Of your
Importance in the cosmic scheme. 1t
seems that your desire to remain COM
pletely in hiding IL looked upon with
suspicion in Russia as evidence of a
possible intention on your part to come
TO lght at the beginnings of a Bourbon
movement and proclaim yourself as the
leader OF Royalist party. Your
uncIes and cousins have chosen the line
OF least resistance in yielding to the
inevitable, living in Switzerland and
other spots where their identities are
well known.
II pray, my we'll remembered and
bel ami, that the cause of Holy Rus
sla ~ still and ever present in your
heart of hearts and that the thing these
devils incarnate fear may one day come
to pass. But / pray you to be discreet
and watchful, If necessary changing
your place Of abode to one in which you
will enjoy greater security from your
enemies. There Is at last one heart in
London that ever beats fondly in mem
ory Of the dear dead days at Galitzin
and Tukovo.
"Helas! London is Dead Sea fruit.
People are very kind to us. We have
everything that the law allows us, but
life seems to have lost it's charm.
have never quite forgiven you, mon
Pierre, for your desertion of US ut
Constantinople, though doubtless your
reasons for preserving your incognito
were of the best. But it has saddened
, me to think that you did not deem me
worthy Of closer confidence.
You are doubtless very much alone
and unhappy-also in danger not only
, from your political enemies, but also
, from the American natives in the far
away woods in which you have been
|
that you have taken adequate measures
/ to protect yourself. / know little OF
America, but have longing to go to
that splendid country, rugged in Its
primitive simplicity, in spite OF incon
venience of travel and the mass Of un
cultured beings with whom one must
: come in contact. Do you think 1t would
! be possible for spoiled creature like
j me to find boudoir with a bath--that
3 is, in the provinces, outside Of New
4 York?
: 1T is terrible that you can have nc
music in your life! /, too, miss your
:. music, Pietro mio. as miss you. Per.
haps one day soon you will see me.
am restless and bored to extinction, with
these ramrods of Englishmen who
squeeze my rings into my fingers. Bu
: IL come I will be discreet toward Peter
? Nichols. That was clever invention
e of yours. 1t really sounds-quite-
/ American.
''Gardc toi bicn, entcndez vOus? Tou
de suite jc viendrai. Au revoir.
"ANASTASIE."
Peter read the letter through twice
! amused, astoun1ed and dismayed b.
turns. His surmise in regard to til,
c stranger with the black mustache haC
been correct then. The man was n spy
of the Russian Soviets. And so insteaG
? of having been born immaculate into Q
, new life, as he had hoped-a man with
out past, and only n future to be
l accounted for-he was only the Grand
5 Duke Peter after all. And Anastase
G Why tho devil did she want to CONT
4 nosing about in America, reminding
him of all the things that he wanted to
!! forget? The odor of her sachet an
, noycd him. A bath and boudoir! He
realized now that she Ind always nm
noyed him with her petty, silly little
! affectations and her tawdry smatter-
, ings Of the things that were worth while
He owed her nothing. He had made
love to her. of course, because that
: was what a woman of her type expected
from men of his. But there had been
no damage done on either side, for he
: had not believed that she had ever really
} cared. And now distance, it seemed,
had made her heart grow fonder, dis
, tance and the romantic circumstances
of his exile.
; 1t was kind of her, of course, to let
; him know of his danger. but only hu-
man after all. She could have done no
less, having the information. And now
she was coming to offer him the charity
of her wealth, to tempt him with ease,
luxury and London. He would have
nome of them.
lie picked up the other letter with
even more curiosity until ne read the
intense, for he knew that it was from
,, Jim Coast-Hawk Kennedy. The let
ter bore the heading, "Antlers Hotel,
Colorado Springs"
Dear Pete" he read through the
\ bad smelling "IIprc I am back Mt the