The Schulenburg Sticker (Schulenburg, Tex.), Vol. 14, No. 18, Ed. 1 Thursday, December 19, 1907 Page: 2 of 8
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RAYMOND WlNFREE.Ed. and Pub.
SCHULENBURG, : TEXAS.
The
Princess
Elopes
By HAROLD McGRATH
Author of
Th Man on the Bex.**
"Hewtt and Mask*." Etc.
(Copyright, 1806. Bobbs-Merrill coj
SYNOPSIS.
The American consul to Barscheit, a
principality of Europe. tella how the
• - j • reigning grand duke had tried to find
a husband for his rebellious niece, the
Princess Hildegarde, finally decreeing
that she wed the Prince of Doppelklnn,
an ugly old widower, ruler of the nelgh-
' r * boring principality. Though he had been
. '«- . in the country for six months the Amer-
ican consul had never seen the princess.
f" ' 'Willie horseback riding In the country
?'* night overtakes him, and he seeks accom-
modation in a dilapidated old castle.
While seeking admission he is startled
r by a beautiful voice breaking into song.
The place is inhabited by two young
women and an old servitor. They give
■■■ v him food for himself and horse on condi-
tion that he leave within an hour. They
5 * Are seemincly bent on a secret escapade
of some kind with one Steinbock.
/ CHAPTER II.—Continued.
The other—well, I couldn't help It.
It was Kismet, fate, the turn In the
„ road, what you will. I fell heels over
head In love with her at once.
Eyes she had as blue as the iEgean
sea on windy days, blue as the cloud-
winnowed sky of a winter's twilight,
blue as sapphires—Irish eyes! Her
hair was as dark and silken as a plume
from the wings of night. (Did I not
gay that I had some poetry in my sys-
tem?) The shape of her mouth—
Never mind; I can recall only the mad
desire to kiss it. A graceful figure, a
proud head, a slender hand, a foot so
, small that I wondered if it really
poised, balanced or supported her
young body. Tender she must be, and
loving, enclitical rather than erect like
her authoritative companion. She was
adorable.
All this inventory of feminine charms
was taken by furtive glances, some-
times caught—or were they taking an
inventory of myself? Presently my
'' appetite became singularly submis-
sive. Hunger often is satisfied by the
feeding of the eyes. I dropped my
napkin on the table and pushed back
my chair. My .hostesses ceased con-
versing.
"Ladies," said I courteously, '1 of-
fer you my sincere apologies for this
innocent intrusion." I looked at my
watch. "I believe that you gave me
an hour's respite. So, then, I have 30
minutes to my account.*'
v The women gazed at each other.
One laughed, and the other smiled; it
was the English girl who laughed this
time. I liked the sound of it better
; than any I had yet heard.
# (Pardon another parenthesis., I
hope you haven't begun to think I am
the hero of this comedy. Let it be
furthest from your thoughts. I am
only a passive bystander.)
t'l, sincerely trust that your hunger
is appeased," said the one who had
" . smiled.
„ "It is, thank you." I absently fum-
. , bled in my coat pockets, then guiltily
dropped my hands. 'What a terrible
thing habit is!
t v "You may smoke," said the Bon-
, ,. .guereau child who was grown into
womanhood. Wasn't that fine of her?
, And wasn't it rather observant, too?
. . .1 learned later that she had a brother
Who wag fond of tobacco. To her eyes
V r \w*T. movement was a familiar one.
(t< "With your kind permission," said I
gratefully. I hadn't had a smoke in
. r . fouf hours.
., l" I owned a single good cigar, the last
of my importation. I lighted It and
, .blew forth a snowy billow of heavenly
aroma. I know something about hu-
man nature, even the feminine side of
It. A presentable young man with a
roll of aromatic tobacco seldom fails
to win the confidence of those about
him. With that cloud of smoke the
raw edge of formality smoothed down.
"Had you any particular destina-
tion?" asked Gretchen.
"None at all The road took my
..fancy, and I simply followed it."
"Ah! that is one of the pleasures of
riding—to go wherever the inclination
bids. I ride."
We were getting on famously.
upo you take long journeys?" I in-
'.... quijred.
'.. ' . "Often. It is the most exhilarating
of sports," said the Enchantment.
AThe scenery changes; there are so
. many things that charm and engage
' ' your interest; the mountains, the wa-
terways, the old ruins. Have you ever
whistled to the horses afield and
watched them come galloping down to
the wall? It is fine. In England—"
But her mouth closed suddenly. She
•' was talking to a stranger.
I love enthusiasm in a woman. It
colors her cheeks and makes her eyes
sparkle. I grew a bit bolder.
"I heard a wonderful voice as I ap-
proached the castle," said X
Qretchen shrugged.
"I haven't heard its equal outside
Berlin or Paris,' I went on.
■"Paris?" said Qretchen, laying a
*• neat little trap tur me into which my
conceit was soon to tumble ma. "Paris
to a marvelous city."
"There Is no city to equal it. Inas-
much as we three shall.never meet
again, will you not do me the honor to
repeat that jewel song from Faust?"
My audacity did not impress her in
the least. 4
"You can scarcely expect me to give
a supper to a stranger and then sing
for him, besides," said Gretchen, a
chill again stealing into her tones.
"These American^!" she observed to
her companion in French.
I laid aside my cigar, approached the
piano, and sat down. I struck a few
chords and found the instrument to be
in remarkable good order. I played a
Chopin "Polonaise," I tinkled Grieg's
"Papillon," then I ceased.
"That;is to pay for my Bupper," I
explained.
Next I played Le Courier, and when
I had finished that I turned again, ris-
ing.
"That is to pay for my horse's sup-
per," I said.
Gretchen's good humor returned.
"Whoever you are, sir," her tone no
longer repellent, "you are amusing.
Pray, tell us whom we have the honor
to entertain?"
"I haven't the vaguest idea who my
hostess is,"—evasively.
"It is quite out of the question. You
are the intruder."
"Call me Mr. Intruder, then," said I.
It was, you will agree, a novel ad-
venture. I was beginning to enjoy it
hugely.
"Who do you suppose this fellow
is?" Gretchen asked.
"He says he is an American, and I
believe he is# What Americans are in
Barscheit?"
"I know of none at all. What shall
we do to get rid of him?"
All this was carried on with un-
studied rudeness. They were women
of high and noble quality; and as I
was an interloper, I could take no ex-
ception to a conversation in a lan-
me? If I leave the latches flown, that
Is due to the fact that I have no one to
fear. Now, sir, you have eaten the
bread of my table, and I demand to
know who you are. If you do not tell
me at once, I shall be forced to con-
fine you here till I am ready to leave."
"Confine me!"—nonplussed. This
was more than I had reckoned on.
"Yes." She reached out to strike
the gong. (I can not be blamed for
surrendering so tamely. I didn't know
that the old servitor was the only man
around.)
"I am the American consul at
Barscheit."
The two women drew together in-
stinctively, as if one desired to pro-
tect the other from some unknown
calamity. What the deuce was it all
about? All at once Gretchen thrust
aside' her friend and approached. The
table was between us, and she rested
her hands upon it. Our glances met
and clashed.
"Did the duke send you here?" she
demanded repellently.
"The duke?" I was getting deeper
than ever. "The duke?"
"Yes. I am the Princess Hildegarde."
CHAPTER III.
The Princess Hildegarde oil Bar*-
scheit! My gloves and riding-crop
slipped from my nerveless' fingers to
the floor. A numbing, wilting senaa
tion wrinkled my spirit!. The Princess
Hildegarde of Bascheit! She stood
opposite me, the woman—ought I not
to say girl?—for whom I had been
seeking, after a fashion, all these
months! The beautiful madcap who
took the duchy by the ears, every now
and then, and tweaked them! The
princess herself, here in this lonely
old castle into which I had bo care-
lessly stumbled! Romance, enchant-
ment! Oddly enough, the picture of
her riding a bicycle flashed through
my brain, and this was followed by
\
" 'Walt!' She Commanded."
guage I had stated I did not under-
stand. If they were rude, I had acted
in a manner unbecoming a, gentleman.
Still, I was somewhat on the defen-
sive. I took out my watch. My hour
was up.
"I regret that I must be off," I said
ruefully. "It is much pleasanter here
than on the road."
"I can not ask you to remain here.
You will find the inn a very comfort-
able place for the night," was Gretch-
en's suggestion.
"Before I go, may I ask in what
manner I might serve as a witness?"
Ere the words had fully crossed my
lips I recognized that my smartness
had caused me to commit an unpar-
donable blunder for a man who wished
to show up well in an adventure of
this sort. (But fate had a hand in it,
as presently you shall see.)
Gretchen laughed, but the sound
was harsh and metallic. She turned
to her companion, who was staring at
me with startled eyes.
"What did I tell you? You can not
tell a gentleman in the candle-light"
To me she said: thought as much.
You have heard Faust in Paris, but
you know nothing of the French lan-
guage. You claimed to be a gentle-
man, yet you have permitted us to
converse iff French."
"Waa it polite of you to use it?" I
asked. "All this," with a wave of the
hand, "appears mysterious. This is
not a residence cne would expect to
find inhabited—and by two . charming
women!" I bowed. "Your .presence
here is even less" satisfactorily ex-
plained than mine. If I denied the
knowledge of Ffench it was because
I wasn't sure of my surroundings. It
was done in self-defense rather than
in the desire to play a trick. And In
this language you speak of witnesses,
of papers, of the coming of a man you
do not trust. It looks very much like
a conspiracy." I gathered up my
gloves and riding-crop. I believed that
I had extricated myself rather well.
"This is my castle," said Gretchen,
gently shaking off the warning hand
of her companion. "If I desire to oc-
cupy it for a night, who shall gainsay
another, equally engaging, of the hus-
sar who rode cross-country, ■ to the
horror of the conservative element at
court.
"The Princess Hildegarde!" I mur>
mured stupidly.
"Yes. I have asked you a question
sir. Or shall I put the question in
French?"—Ironically. "Was it the
duke who sent you here?"
There was a look in Tier superb eyes
which told me that it would have
been to her infinite pleasure to run
a sword through my black and vil
lainous heart. Presently I recovered
"Your highness, what the deuce has
the duke to do with my affairs, or I
with his? Aa an American, you would
scarcely expect me to meddle with
your private affairs. You are the last
person in the world I thought to meet
this night. I represent the United
States in this country, and though I
am inordinately young, I have ac-
quired the habit of attending to my
own affairs."
From the angry face in front of me
I turned to the dismayed face beyond.
There must have been a question in
my glance. The young woman drew
herself up proudly.
"I am the Honorable Betty Moore.'
(The princess' schoolmate in Eng-
land!)
Her highness stood biting the
knuckle of a forefinger, undecided as
to what path of action to enter, to
reach a satisfactory end. My very
rudeness convinced her more than
anything else that I spoke the truth.
"How, then, did you select this par-
ticular road?"—still entertaining some
doubt.
"It is a highway, free to all. But I
have already explained that," I an-
swered quietly. I moved deliberately
toward the doc, but with a cat-like
movement she sprang in front of mo.
"Well, your highness?"
"Wait!" she commanded, extending
an authoritative arm (lovely, too!).
"Since you are here, and since yon
know who I am, you must remain."
"Must?" 1 repeated, taken aback,
v (TO BK CONTINUOUS
NO TROUBLE FOR THEORISTS
One Objection to Pet Belief That Was
Quickly and Easily Dis-
posed Of.
Senator Piatt, seated on the porch
of his hotel at Manhattan Beach,
condemned certain new trends ( in
politics.
"Theories, theories," he said, with
a wave of his hand. "Theories and
theorists—they are very apt to err,
very apt to err."
Looking out at the white beach
and the sunlit blue sea, he shook his
head and chuckled.
"Theorists go mad," he said, "over
their theories. You know the theory
that Bull wrote, 'God Save the
Queen?' William Chappell and
Joshua Maidwin were the most ar-
dent sup'^orters of this theory, but
one day they found an inconvenient
entry in a rare old Tudor manu-
script that threw the gravest doubt
upon their claim.
"In this case what did they do?
They clubbed together, bought the
manuscript, and burned it with
great secrecy, solemnly ejaculating:
" 'Thank goodness, we have now
got rid of that objection to our
theory/ "
CHAMPAGNE FROM SPONGES.
"The champagne makers of Reims
buy a lot of our sponges," said a
wholesale dealer. "They squeeze
champagne out of them. They must
squeeze, in the year's course, 1,000,-
000 bottles of champagne out of
sponges. Mystified, aren't you ?
"But there is no mystery about
the matter. Champagne, is it fer-
ments, is powerful stuff; it breaks
the strongest bottles, and in the past
all the* champagne that broke its
bottles and escaped was lost.
"Now, though, they pack the
champagne bottles in clean sponge,
and every day or two they go over
the plant and, if any of the bottles
have broken, they squeeze into casks
the wine that the sponges have re-
tained.
"This wine, reclarified, refined
and bottled again, makes a very
good second quality drink."
INDISPUTABLE.
A party of distinguished English
men, which included, the World'i
Work says, a judge of the high court,
an editor of the Saturday Review,
and a naturalist, were sitting in thw
editor's room when a singular spide*
ran across the floor and disappearea
under some .books.
It was a gaint, one of the largest
species found in England, and the
naturalist lifted the books instantly.
The spider darted toward the old
justice. He sprang up, and the
spider's life ended.
"It was a very rare species," mur-
mured the naturalist, regretfully.
"I made it rarer," said the judge.
ONE ON UNCLE.
Uncle Dick (proudly)—Here we
have a portrait of one of my ances-
tors.
Willie—It's a pity he didn't leave
you his wig.
OBNOXIOUS CARGOES.
"Sugar, pine lumber and coffee is
three cargoes what oughter never be
carried," said the sailor. "They put
a shellback off his food. They make
him wuss'n seasick. A pine cargo
soaks the ship and its contents in
turpentine smells, so that the very
drinking water tastes as if there was
rosin in it. Sugar cargoes ferment,
and the fumes comin' day and night
from the hold causes the darnedest
headache you can think of.
"But coffee is the worst of all. A
coffee cargo gives the ship's meat,
its bread, and even its tea a sicken-
in' coffee taste."
ENCOURAGING.
The camel regarded the eve of the
needle.
"Go on," encouraged the rich
man. "Suppose you had to get
through a revolving door."
Thus indeed do we see that hope
springs eternal.
ditty iitait (dan
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By F. A. WAUGH,
Chief Department of Agriculture, Mas «chu etts Atfricultural Colletfe.
1 ji
HE demand for farm labor is now far greater than it ever
was in any other country. The city man, therefore, who is
now supporting himself and family on laborer's wages catt
transfer his sphere of usefulness to the country any day.
Such a transfer will usually be to his pecuniary advantage
and to the physical, intellectual and moral advantage of hi#
family.
Any other city man who does not understand modern
and improved specialized farming should begin his country
experience by hiring out for one or two years with some man known to
be successful in the specialty to which the city man aspires.
Indeed the first thing to be decided by the city family looking coun-
try ward is what specialty is to be followed. Some men (and women) have
a fancy for poultry keeping, others a taste for fruit growing, others pre ^
fer dairying, and so on through the list. Every one of these specialties
offers good returns to industrious and intelligent men, but experience
proves that a man can seldom succeed in a line wherein his tastes are
not engaged.
Most men will naturally and properly be ambitious to establish them-
selves in the management apd ownership of tfyeir own farm6. After a
reasonable apprenticeship served in the employ of some successful farmer,
the city man can strike out for himself by renting a piece of land adapted
to the specialty of his choice. • Then, after another period of probation,
he will be justified in buyingfa farm suited to his needs.
There is abundant opportunity in the country for the city families
who want, to move thither, but let no one try it on the sup-
position that anybody can succeed on
the farm—success in modern agriculture
requires several fundamental pwsonal
qualities. These are chiefly industry, fru-
gally, patience and love for country li5 i.
GIIt? ifittttan lieart
a jRpstlrsfi i>?a
By CARDINAL GIBBONS.
The heart of man is
very appropriately com-
pared in the sacred scrip-
ture to a restless ocean,
which is ever heaving and
sighing or in a tempest-
uous rage.. It is ever in
motion and never wholly
at rest. Our heart ief as
much swayed by the
breath of prosperity and the winds of adversity as the sea is. influenced
by the storms that sweep over its surface.
Behold the birds of the air, for they sow not, neither do they reap,
nor gather into barns, yet your heavenly father feedetlr them. Are not
you of much more value than they? Man, restless man, makes every pro-
vision for the future. He sows and reaps and gathers into barns, he is ab-
sorbed by worldly pursuits, and yet he is uneasy about the future. The birds
neither sow nor reap, and make little provision for the future,, yet they
perch on the branch and sing their evening song of thanksgiving to God
without any misgivings about the morrow. T jr they know by that in-
stinct which God has planted in their tiny breast that the divine hand
whifh fed them to-day will feed them also to-morrow.
^nd for raiment, why are ye solicitous? Consider the lilies of the
field, how they grow. They labor not, neither do they spin. And yet
I say to you that not even Solomon in all his glory was arrayed as one
of these. Now if God so clothe the grass of the fields which to-day is
and to-morrow is cast into the fire, how much more you, 0 ye of little
faith. Look at the flowers in your garden. How rich and variegated is
their dress! More beautiful to the eye are the tints and shades of these
flowers than the Tyrian purple with which Solomon was arrayed in the
days of his regal splendor. Now if God gives so beauteous a covering to-
the flowers of the field which bloom to-day and wither to-morrow, can.
he neglect to provide suitable apparel for your bodies, which arc .destined
to be transplanted and to bloom forever in the paradise of God ?
God forbid that, while you are admonished to avoid the extreme of
solicitude, you should fall . into the other extreme of. idleness
and improvidence. If our Lord points out to you the care his
heavenly father takes of you, he expects you at the same time to co-operate
with him. "God helps those who help themselves."
It is true, indeed, that God feeds the birds of the air. But
he does pot deposit the bird's breakfast ill the nest. The bird must rise
early to find it. "The early bird catches the worm." It is true that Go&
crowns the mountains with forest trees and enriches the bowels of the
earth with coal and other mineral deposits. But it is equally true that
this wood and coal cannot be of service to man without hard and patient
toil. It is true that God gives fecundity to the earth, so that it produces
grain of all kinds for the nourishment of man, but it is equally true
that before these crops can be utilized man must cultivate the soil, plant
the seed and reap it and gather it into barns. Christ multiplied the
loaves in the desert to remind us of the bounty of divine providence.
The upshot of Christ's teaching is this: You should be active and
industrious without excessive solicitude; diligent and laborious with
anxiety. Labor to-day as if all depended on your own right arm and
brain; trust to-morrow as if all depended upon the providence of God.
Use to-day, for it is yours'; trouble not yourselves about the morrow, for
it belongs to God, it is still in the womb of futurity and maf never
be oorn to you. "Be not solicitous for to-morrow, for to-morrow will be
solicitous for itself. Sufficient for the day is the evil thereof." Do not
derange the order of divine providence by
superadding to the care of to-day the solic-
itudes of to-morrow, which are often imagin-
ary or magnified by the imagination. Like
a skilful general, concentrate your powers
on tfce formidable enemy that confronts you
now. Do not scatter your forces by striving
at the same time to encounter an enemy yet
far off and who may never approach you. En-
deavor to pass through cares as it were with-
out care. While the mists of perplexity and
anxiety may hover about the imagina-
tion and disquiet * the senses, never let
these vapors ascend to the higher and
more serene atmosphere where the soul
is enthroned and communes in undis-
turbed union with her God.
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