The Argosy, Vol. XXV, No. 3 — page 54: what you’re looking at

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‘Who—who?’’ cried the breathless woman. ‘“ His highness, Prince von Marlane !”’ | For a long time there was no sound. Millie was struck to ice. The veins seemed to flow chill quicksilver through her panting bosom. ‘‘ So ends it all, Millie. But stay ; you must find something to bind over this wound. I believe I am hurt rather badly » ‘‘ You—hurt ?’’ cried the young wife, leaping up, all devotion, compas- sion, and heroism now. . ‘‘In the shoulder. It is only a flesh wound, but it bleeds, and I am weak. Get some leaves, quick ; then tear your skirt to shreds and bind it up. We shall sit here and watch till daybreak.’’ And while the faithful bride was snatching down the boughs about her, she heard him murmur : % ‘But itis all safe, Millie; it is all just as I left it. A little moment more and we should have been as penniless as the curbstone gods on Wall Street yesterday after their overturning in the gutters. With this we shall go forth and begin life anew. Shall we not, my love ?’’ Charles Fkdward Barns. THE HND. KNOW’ST THOU THE LAND? Kwnow’'st thou the land where sky blue flowers © Grow six feet high from the scarlet ground, And twist themselves into impossible bowers, With whirligig leaves around ? Thither, oh, thither, love, let us fly ’Neath jet black trees and a pea green sky ! For I cannot rest till my feet shall stand In the nightmare garden of Poster Land. Kuow’st thou the land where a giant girl, With a vacant face and solid hair, With garments of many a serpentine twirl, Stands on the amber air? Thither, oh, thither, love, let us fly ! For I long to meet her before I die, And see if my soul cau understand ‘The mystical.maiden of Poster Land. Marion Couthouy Smtth. Ecomicbooks (E(0)