The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-06-08

gone early alone into the woods and Peter understoood If she hadn't cared for him she wouldn't have need ed to go to the woods to be alone. Of course she didn't appear at the cabin the next day, and Peter searched for her-fruitlessly. She weighed on his conscience, like a. sin unshrived- He had to find her to explain the unex- plainable, to tell her what he conf dence had meant to him, to recant his blasphemy of her idols on gentlenoss and repentance
 As he failed to find her, he wrote her a note asking her forgiveness, and stuck it in the mirror of the old hat rack in the hall. Many women in Europe ard elsewhere, ladies of the great world that Beth had only dream ed about, would have given their ears (since ear puffs were in fashion) to receive such a note from Peter. It was a beautiful note besides-manly, gentle, breathing contrition and self reproach. Beth merely ignored it. Whatever she thought of Peter she wanted to deliberate a longer while.
 And so another music lesson hour passed while Peter sat alone in the cabin waiting. That night two letters were brought to him. The superscrip- ton of one was scrawled in a boyish hand. The other was cented, dainty, of pale lavender, and bore a familiar handwriting and a familiar coronet. In anazem ent he opened this first. It was from the Princess Galitzin, writ ten in the polygIot of French, English and Russian which she affected.
 "Chere Pierre" it ran-in the Eng fish somewhat as follows: You will no doubt be surprised at hearing from in nd a f the phenomenon of your discovered address at the outlandish place you've chosen for your domicile. It's very simple. In America you have been watched by agents Of the so-cal1ed government of our wretched country. We know this herein London, because one of our agents is also a part of their secret organization He came upon the report of your doings and knowing that father was interested, detailed the information to us.
 ''So far as I can learn at the pres ent 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 cosnic scheme. It seems that your desire to remain completely in hiding is looked upon with suspicion in Russia as ev-
 
 part to come to light at the begin nings of a Bourbon movement and proclaim yourself as the leader of a a Royalist party. Your uncles and cousins have chosen the line of least resistance in yielding to the inevit- able, living in Switzerland and other spots where their identities are well known.
 'I pray, my we'll remembered and ha1 ho$ 4Ia of T@1x sia Is still and ever present in your heart of hearts and that the thing these devils incarnate fear may one day come to pass. But I pray you to be discreet and watchful, if necessary changing your place of abode to one In which you will enjoy greater se- curfty from your enemies. There Is at last one heart in London that ever beats fondly in memory of the dear dead days at Galatzin and Zukovo.
 ''Helasi 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 I have never quite forgiven you, mon Pierre, for your desertion of us at Constantinople, though doubtless your reasons for preserving your insognito were of the best. But it has saddened me to think that you did not deem me
 
 You are doubtless very much alone and unhappy-a1s oin danger not only from your political enemies, but also from the Am erican natives in the far away woods in which you have been given occupation trust, such as it is, that you have taken adequate meas ures to protect yourself. know lit tie of America, but I have a longing to go to that splendid country, rugged in its primitive simplicity, in spite of inconvenience of travel and the mass of uncultured beings with whom one must come in contact. Do you think 1t would be possible for a spoiled crea- ture like me to find a boudoir with a bath-that is, in the provinces, out side of New York?
 Tt Is terrible that you can have no music in your life! I, too, miss your music. Pietro mic, as I miss you Per haps one day soon you will see me I am restless and bored to extinction with these ramrods of Englfshmen who squeeze my rings into my fin- gers. But if I come I will be dis erect toward Peter Nichols. That was a clever invention of yours It really | sounds-Quite-Am
 | Garde toi bien, entendez vous Tout de suite je viendrai. Au reyoir. ''ANASTASIE." | Peter read the letter through twice. amused. astounded and dismayed by turns His surmise in regard to the stranger with the black rnustache had ! been correct then. The man was i. | spy of the Russian Soviets, And so instead of having been born frnmacu- late into new life. as he had hoped man without a past. and only a fu- ture to be accounted for-he was only the Grand Duke Peter after all. And Anastasie! Why the devil did she want to come nosing about in Amer lea, reminding him of all the things that he wanted to forget? The odor or ner sachet annoyed him. A bath and boudoiri He realized now +h., she had always annoyed him with her petty, silly little affections and her tawdry srnatterings of the things tha, were worth while. He owed her noth- ing. He had made love to her. of