The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1937-01-27
BY @stert Bruce.
CHAPTER XIII

motor car. The driver spun tn
wheel, turned about, and guide
the car on a swift drive throug
the city, out beyond the last fac
tories and mine buildings. an
across the darkening moors. Dusj
turned to night, and the car a
last swung off the road and dow
n graveled drive between forma
rows of poplars. Dimly, Pau
recognized the place as one of tn,
summer estates of Baron Lanzia.
= The car drew up before a grca
18th century manor house. Th'
aide guided Paul in through side
entrance, and led .him-by som'
little-used back hall, apparently
TO q second floor apartment. 4
guard stood aside, and the aide
tapped on the door. IL opened
and the aide asked Paul to go in
Paul entered, and the door closeC
behind him.
Joseph was standing by a win
dow, precisely as he had been the
last time Paul saw him, in the
royal lodge the night of the abdi'
cation. He came swiftly across
the room and took Paul's hand>
in his, pressing them hard; for q
long minute the brothers looked
at each other without speaking.
Paul regained command of him.
self first.
"well, your majesty" he said,
smiling. "You see | did come
back"
= "You did come back" repeated
Joseph unsteadily. He hesitated,
and added. ITO stay"
..No. No. Joseph, not to stay.
/ am going away again, and this
time l am going forever
where are you going?"
Paul shrugged.
IL don't know. Does it matter
very much?"
ITO me it matters very much in
deed. Paul, why did you come
back"
Again Paul shrugged.
80 look for something / had
lost. | suppose"
did you find it,"
Slowly, Paul shook his head.
mo. II is beyond finding. by now.
! shant bother to look for it
again"
What was it,"
Paul smiled a one-sided smile.
i, "If wanted to be tragic, sup
pose I would say that it was my
immortal soul. Not wanting to be
tragic, I shall merely say that
wanted to touch my country again
to see Just what it was that / lost
BY leaving il. I touched it, and ]
found out. That is all.
There was another silence. Jo-
seph laid a hand on his brothers
arm.
"Paul, can't you stay here?'
mo, Joseph. II wouldn't do
Can a king who was too small FOL
his crown stay on beside q king
who wears it as a crown is meant
20 be worn? Can a"
...'s -
"You were never too small fol
il! Paul. Paul, we were always
closer than royal brothers usually
are. There was never any Jealousy
between us, never any suspicion oil
envy or distrust. You were my
idol when I was . boy. | loved
you, looked up to you, wanted to
pattern myself after You. Cant
you stay on-for my sake?"
Again Paul smiled sadly ano
shook his head. He took Joseph's
hand from his arm and patted II
gently before he released it.
Joseph, we should know by
this time that king cannot ask
for things for his own sake. He
can't ask for love or comradeshir
or, the easy, soothing little things
that make life happy. He is on q
pinnacle, and he is condemned to
be lonely. II is his curse and his
privilege.
"Kings in the old days had ar
easy job. All they had to do was
govern. Nowadays a king cannot
govern his country-he must in
spire il. He must stand before il
as the embodiment of the things
IL is to strive for, as the remainder
Of the dreams il is to dream. Tha,
is infinitely harder. and infinitely
greater. than to govern.
Lets look at things honestly
was given that task, but there
was something soft in me, some
where. I thought that l could b,
a man, with mans homely httl'
desires and weaknesses, when
was born to be q king. You vii
not make that mistake. You vii
70 on, lonely and often very mis-
cradle in your high place, becaus
you can see the thing | did no
see until too late--the chariot o
fire that your poet Blake talkc
about, the new Jerusalem that ha
10 be built among the slums an
the coal tipples and the factor
yards. And because you see thos
things, your people will move fol
ward just a little nearer to tn
Tos WHOM 1T MAY CONCERN
- The letter issued below, come
from one of the controlling own