The Omaha morning bee., 1923-10-21


girl Archbishop, indeed'
Lets find him, then, and tell
him. Ill
"We'll not. then. He's a poor old
man that needs his sleep. See the
stars, darlin'; they're the cool little
things. We must do nothing in
haste, except leave this door, may
be. Wherever can we go?'
I'VE can go and get married"
said the duke of Bolingham. I'll
get
You might get hansom-"
Biddy danced in rapture on the tips
Of her toes. You might get that
one there, and We could ride a hun
dred miles or SO, and watch how
cool the stars are. l never was
long enough in one i'm my life to
get over feeling sad that soon it
would stop. Would you get one
would your"
The duke raised his hand TO the
hanson. and 1t crawled toward them
obviously. The small dancing crea-
ture on the pavement looked frank
ly incredible, but the large black
one looked as though it knew its
quickly.
Where tor" inquired the cabby
with severity.
Drive straight ahead-a hundred
miles" said the great one in a ter
rifying tone. Roaring drunk or
plain barmy. the large occupant Of
the cab was plainly one to be hui
mored
Would a hundred miles bring US
to dawn" inquired the smaller
lunatic. "Oh, I'd rather a dawn
than a parade any day there is
when will you marry me?" de-
manded the duke.
we must be that wise and cool
well put the stars to shame" she
would there be In a year, I've no
head for figures at ALL"
"A year?" protested the stricken
duke fiercely. Three hundred and
sixty-five days? You couldn't-you
couldn't"
Biddy raised her hand to the sill
yer laces above her heart with the
strangest little look OF wonder
Three hundred and sixty -five2'
she whispered mo more than that?
No more than that-for sure?"
mo more7" he cried. why, It's
a lifetime-it's eternity"
"Ah. and 20 II is" said his Bid
all Iatf
the stars-and wait till morning.
Father Leary, he'll marry us then
IL I have to do penance for the
rest of my days. Three hundred
and sixty five. did you say? You're
right-oh. you're right. 'Tis a
lifetime,''
And so at dawn Biddy ORourke
became the duchess of Bolingham.
They drove down 10 Gray Courts
behind a pair of bright fnys called
Castor and Pollux that same day.
in n high trap OF black and scarlet.
with fawn-colored cushions. The
duke drove. and the duchess sat
perchcd beside him in great red
coat from Redfern with ruby ring
on her finger and a hat no larger
than a poppy tilted over one eye.
us It castle you live in.
darlin'?"
"I'tll be castle once you're In II.
Who ever heard of a princess that
didn't live in a castle?''
rs 1t terrible big and black and
grand. like your
"Terrlble--you couldn't tell us
apart"
do your great sons live there all
by themselyes?"
"Oh. rather not. Thoy live there
with two tutors and n trainer and
an old nurse and four aunts, be-
sides all the hounds and horses and
grooms and Jockeys and farriers
that they can wedge into the sta
bles"
'The saints keep u.s. invoked
Biddy with heartfelt piety. WAS 1t
four aunts you said?"
"Oh. heaven forgive me, clean
forgot 'emr' The dukes cry was
quite as heartfelt. but It lacked
piety. mo, I swear that's tho
truth. l sent a messenger down
this morning with letter for NolI.
but not one OF the lot OF them en-
tered my head--Biddy. Biddy, II I'd
remembered. I'd have taken you
somewhere else"
"Ah. well. II can't be helped.
a.. H. I.