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KC We stepped into the street. tA
cab was hailed, and, after a ride of
some distance we emerged before
a building set back in a private,
garden. Entering through a pri
vate gate, we came to a back door.
The man who opened to the low
knock looked at me searchingly.
Then, satisfied, apparently, by his
scrutiny, he conducted us up a
flight of stairs and along a wind
ing passage into a small room,
concealed from a larger one by
heavy portieres. A lamp, burning
behind them, cast a dim light
through the heavy texture of the
"Courage," whispered Fritz,
gripping my hand and motioning
to me to go through.
I confess my heart was beating.
I entered, a little uncertainly, and
stood waitingbeside a table. Pres
ently a door upon the opposite
side of the room opened and Miss
Granard came into the room.
She stopped. I saw her gasp
and press her hands to her breast.
She peered at me across the table
in the dim light. Then, with a
little choking cry, came up, placed
her hands upon my shoulders, and
looked into my eyes. And then
Well, I confess that I forgot
my mission, forgot the presence
of the two spies behind the cur
tain. It must have been half an
hour later when they burst in, un
able longer to contain themselves,
choking with humiliation and
rage. But I had whispered my
warning to her, and the girl
turned and faced them bravely,
Jaughing into their faces.
"Welcome, friend Fritz," I said,
clapping him on the-shoulder.
And the man started back, trem
bling and pale.
"My God !" I heard him mutter.
"It is the prince himself."
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.
SHE JUST HAD TGP'RAG"
lis ,JBBw? "' lHStr
Miss Emeleen Magoon.
San Francisco, Cal., July 30.
The tradition that a sea captain
is the king of his ship was sadly
wrecked on the shoals of feminine
scorn during the homeward voy
age of .the Korea, which arrived
recently from the Far East.
Capt. A. W. Nelson, master of
the big steamer, is competent to
naviga'te the seven seas or quell
riots among Oriental steerage
passengers, but when it comes to
prescribing' how young lady trav
elers, should dance, the skipper
admits r that he is sailing- in