The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1937-01-14
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bEelN ElENE lSbAI
Paul ], King of Northumbra,
becomes private citizen Paul Fer
rore when he abdieates for the
love of Ardath Richmond, Cana
dian born actress. PauPs younger
brother, Joseph, succeeds to the
kingship.
With calm finality, Paul signs
the formal abdieation papers at
his royal lodge. says, well. gen
tlemen, il is all over" Then he
sperds a few last minutes with
his brother Joseph. Joseph" he
warns, you don't belong to your
self any more. You belong to the
people now goodby."
In a few seconds Paul is ~hisk-
ed away to the royal airport, his
plane takes off ard he leaves his
throne behind him forever. He
looks over the pilots shoulder
ahead, as il trying to make out
what lies out there in the future.
NOW co ON WITH THE STORY
THE characters and situa-
tions in this story are wholly
fctional and imaginary and
are not intended TO portray
any actual persons or evcntS.)
CHAPTER II
The sun sparkled on the unbe-
lievably blue of the Bay of st.
Francis. The green land lay in a
wide curve, a rim Of golden sand |
meeting the white surf to the |
north, the sullen blackneSs of |
Cape Roman lay in a jumbled,
rocky line on the horizon, n bar ,
rier to cut off the storms of the
open sea and insure for the bay |
an everlasting peace.
The villas lay scattered along
the shore. gay with their white
walls and their red roofs. Neat
green lawns ran down TO the sand,
broken By old stone walls and
flights of whitewashed stone steps.
Each villa had it's clump of trees
to give il shade and nrivacy, its
Towering shrubs and its gay. in
formal gardens to make 1t bright
and CHEEKY.
In all the world there was not
spot where things were more per-
fectly arranged to permit life to
flow smoothly and easily.
The Villa San Margarete was
one of the largest. An ivy-grown
stone wall shut it off from the
winding road on the landward
side; toward the sea, wide lawn
sloped gently down to the eurvinS
shore. A second-story balcony
with its wrough iron railing and
its colorful canopy of red and
white striped canvas overlooked
the wide bay; climbing roses grew
from the ground and twined their
tendrils in and out of the railing,
and serious-minded bees went
bumbling noisily from blossom to
blossom.
There was a breakfast table on
the balcony. Two people, a man
and a woman, sat there looking
out over the blue bay, saying lit
tie, thinking and feeling much.
One of them was the former King
Paul the First of Northumbra,
now private citizen Paul Ferrone;
the other was the Canadian-born
former Ardath Richmond. once an
actress familiar to New York and
Hollywood and now-by grace OF
a ceremony performed twelve
hours ago in the projects office
at the little village Of San Loren
zo-Mrs. Paul Ferone.
She was tall woman, with the
palest of blond hair and the fair
est of fair skins. Her features
were regular, delicate, more pa
trician-looking than those of the
man beside her - which was rath-
err odd, for she was the daughter
of a Scandinavian baggage man
in an Alberta junction town, while
he was the descendant of innum-
cradle kings. u
"Do you mind" said Paul, TAX
ing a cigaret from an ebony box
on the table. eff we just sit here
for a while? You have no idea
how marvellous it is TO feel that
can Just sit here all day. if | {;
want to-to feel that there are
no demands on my time, no peo-
pie who have a right TO come and
present me with an elaborate ,
schedule of the days activities" .
She smiled at him fondly.