The Argosy, October 1906 — page 95: what you’re looking at

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cheeks, the side, glorious eyes, the filmy white dress, whose lace jabot had_be- come disarranged Jae eae against my chest. Then—then all the rapture and moon- meee = "WHEN A \ PRINCESS. FALLS 1 IN LOVE, cs = light and Genuty went out of life, leaving me desolate. 4 My changed face must have told her 4 4 something, for she shrank back in amaze before my look. (To be continued.) When a Princess Falls in Love. BY ELIZABETH YORK MILLER. A story with an up-to-date, fairyland setting and a rude ging over the conventions. HE real name a the Princess was— but why spoil the story at the start? You'll find out soon enough.» It is sufficient, isn’t it, that she lived in a truly real castle on the banks of the Rhine—I.mean the American Rhine— and all princesses live in castles on the banks of Rhines. At least, so said the story-books. . The castle was built of gray stone aad “had a dozen towers and a Ferenad win- dows. So many towers that hide-and- seek became burdensome, and so many -about the King. windows that the maids despised clean- . ing them, which even the maids of a - princess may do. 4 The Princess was seven when she first discovered her royal origin and it tickled her fancy so mightily that she stuck to it from then on. — It happened very simply. The French governess reading her a French “fairy-tale, translated from the German— for, of course, the best of them are cer- tainly not French but German, and -Danish, and American—as I was saying, the French governess, by the lurid de- - scriptions of high life which poured from her lips, was the means of convin- cing the princess that she was a princess. The governess didn’t know what a revelation she had made, but she was a stupid sort, anyhow, known to see through a pane of glass when it was held up before her. Most little girls had to pretend, but everything about the Princess was real. The castle was-real, the walled-in estate was real, and the Queen was—well, she was depressingly real. One hesitated about the King, but only for a moment. As soon as you saw him ‘sign a check, and he was constantly sign- and was never. ing them, you knew that he was real, too. There was something that you liked and his money he was human. He was jolly, too, and he dearly loved a practical joke, but the best thing of all about him was the fact that he had — originated in the peasantry—they call it the “common people” over here. Princess. fully sympathized with him, and there were times when she wished that she had been born a peasant, too. She always looked on approvingly _ when the King sneaked into his big, vel- vet-floored library, picked his way through the quantities of mahogany fur- niture and hooked his old pipe from be- hind the picture-frame where he kept it hidden. She would run and Sune the vulgar. little bag of long- cut from the farthest recess of the fable drawer, and then sit on the arm of his chair white he smoked and told her stories of his first girl—the girl who had given him that very pipe— and how she had been married these many years to the same farmer that he ~ used to play with when they were both farmer boys together. : The Princess loved these stories. wove a beautiful romance around the King and his having to renounce the lovely peasant gifl because of his exalt- ed rank. . She told some of the romance to the King himself, and he -roared mightily with laughter, but she never told the Queen. «= - . Now, most auspicious day. It was the eigh- teenth birthday of the Princess herself, who now quite firmly believed that she oO eS In spite of his power The — 4 Aud , La ONE ia She ‘ S- = Ce a oe this little story opens on a comicbooks = iy, ‘lard ) ; ' ‘e cere UP IO 4 ae o ; 7) ; , oa NEAT Ae PSTD) 1E9 ' Ls \ hare Ad Seg nrUns cos AM RE } res r ai4as