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''The Treasure of Shag Rock."
This story will possess a local
interest for the youths fami
liar with San Francisco Bay,
for the Shag Rock that gives
its name to the title page of
the book is none other than
that Shag Rock which was re
cently blown up ;to facilitate
navigation in our harbor. The."
story that Mr. Lloyd has to
tell is a tale of adventure on
the Jules Verne order. At opens
in a preparatory school near
Boston, where the hero, George
Hurst, makes a' record in a
well-described field day in
track athletics. The scene then
shifts to San Francisco, and
the tale concerns itself with a
treasure buried in an island of
y the South Pacific, the clew to
which, is a parchment made of
human skin. The adventurers :
are tracked by pirates, find no
treasure, have two fierce fights, ,
rout the pirates, and finally re- '
turn to San Francisco harbor. .
Here they find the . treasure
buried below, the water line of
. Shag Rock. '
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tr f!~t, a , n8 < T ered /nothing— only a faint shiver
trembled through her as she endured the ca
ress For a moment or two he surveyed her
In eilence— It was a singular and novel expe
rience for him, as a future king, to be the
lawful possessor of a woman's beauty^ and
yet with all his roverelgnty to be unabTe to
wake one thrill of tenderness In the frozen soul
Imprisoned ln such exquisite flesh and blood.
He was inclined to disbelieve her assertlonsA
surely. he thought, there must be emotion
feeling, passion" In this fair ' creature, who'
though she seemed a goddess newly descended
from inaccessible heights of heaven, was still
th»^ "? rt rstand nothing* '—she said— "but this—
m^n' *w"£, ° Ve ?°?' becaU8e I can love no
man! For the rest I am your wife; and aa
your wife I give myself to you and your na
tion wholly and in all things— save love!" '
f£L a<Jvanced and took her hands ln hla
gen™k.s 8 seS be™" 1 " he 8ald ' an ' 1
It le the truth; Judg«, therefore, the extent of
the sacrifice I make to God and our two couk
triea In" giving myself to you!"
n^L 1 *" 110 ' «tood amaxed and confounded.
Did she rave? Waa she mad? He atudied
her with a curious, half-doubting scrutiny and
«r»«i» composure of her attitude, the cold
ZV^X y **£ her expression. There was evi
™"y "° nysterla, no cur-excitation of nerves
•v?^ n calm> Bt atuesque beauty, which in
rn«!Z,4 a a . nd curve of loveliness silently
?iri i » awlnst him and deaplsed him. Puz-
J™' *«* fascinated, he sought In his mind for
some clue to her meaning.
lov7 h or\?i!' e . Tl i omen> " 8he w#nt on - " to whom
whom m ?* '" . called lov *^» necessary— for
Tnce I « K t Is th « utmos t *<"<* of exlst
nS l.™!t," T « my mr«-«way,from all
Tn c\7im t '£ nothln * ot myself be theirs
to r^, Tl W0Ujd * Ive a " x ara an <J a" I have
to God, who made me what I am. For truly
?o n ok h u 0 " e8tly ' w i th0 «t any affectation at aU. I
d°e°g k raSnr- arrlage ' ** M ¦" h ° nOr ' but a
•.n"^ B »*U b , eel l les " ln •"«" he miKht have
« m l 1? ** thJVbnt her beauty, intensified as It
floured the f fervor ot her feeling, seemed trana-
Ihill f J n «? Bometh lns quite supernatural,
which for the moment daxzled him.
Am I to understand^ " he began.
whiil th" 2\ Pt *'V hlm wlth a Bwl " future,
warm wive °° ° P 8Wel)t - 0ver her face In a
¦ • * - . -,t , • ¦ v- ¦ ¦-. * ¦
and fearless, seemed to aprlng tip and chal
lenge to spiritual combat him who was now
her body's master. Then, bending her head
with a -graceful yet proud submission, she re
There are three sons by this marriage,
but even with the advent of their children
love Is not permitted to break through
the barriers of convention that this King
and Queen have thrown around them
selves. Unhappy in his home life the
monarch finally turns his attention to the
affairs of state. It is at this period that
the present story begins and we soon find
the King going forth in disguise among
his people to learn their needs and alsu
to eventually eradicate the evident cor
ruption of his ministers and government.
He joins a'band of Socialists under the
leadership of Sergius -Thord and a re
markable woman called Lotys, and soon
we find ourselves in amaae of love plots
thick enough to please the most 'esthetic
devotee of little Cupid. The King, under
the assumed name of . "Pasquln Leroy,"
rises among the Socialists until he is a
recognized- leader and finally at their
meeting ' on the day of fate draws tne
lot that appoints him to the high-position
and duty of assassinating himself. It is
then that he reveals his identity to his
brother Socialists and the scene'. that fol
lows is one of the strongest in the book.
To add to the complications Sergius .Thord
Is In love with Lotys, but she. loves "Pas
quln Leroy," and- her passion for the
King is amply returned. The dramatic
situations that follow as a result of these
various attachments are most intense,
and, it must be said, Marie Corelll does
them full justice. .It -.is. .not -our' purpose
to reveal the ultimate ending of all these
various; complications, but. having had a
glimpse of the King's " married life as a
King it may be interesting to some to
see him as a man and under the sway of
the god of love. The extract Biven be
low, • taken in connection with the one
above, to give an excellent Idea
of the general character of the book and
the power of the author in handling dra
matic climaxes. It is after the King has
revealed his identity to the Socialists and
apaln sees Lotys r alone: " '
Lat»- In the afternoon — Just after sundown —
a small, close brougham drove up to the corner
you not Impart such consolation to m* as X
may in my many griefs deserve T Nay, Lotys,
Lotys! No tears!- No tears, dearest of women I
To see you weep is the only thing that could
possibly unman me, and make even 'Pasquln
Leroy'.lose his nerve!" - = ¦•••
He • approached her and sought to talc* her
hand.- but she turned away from him, and he
saw her " bosom heave with a passion of re
pressed weeping. t ••<.'. ~'S.
' "Lotys!" he then said, with exceeding gen
tleness, "What is this? Why . are you un
happy? I have written to you every day since
that night when your ' lips clung to mine .jf or
one glad moment — I have poured out my soul
to you with more or less eloquence, and surely
with passion ; every day I have- prayed you to
receive me, and ?yet you hpve vouchsafed s no
reply to ..one who is' by your own confession
'the only man you "love!" Ah, Lotys! you will
not now deny that sweet betrayal of . -your
heart! Do you know that was the "happlesjt day
of my life? — the day on which vl was threat
ened by, -'death and 'saved by love!"
His mellow^volce thrilled with its underlying
tenderness; he caught her hand and kissed it;
but she was silent. - - - '. ¦ ..:..
With all the yearning passion which had been
pent- up in him for many months he studied
the pure outlines of her brow and throat — the
falling sunlight glow- of her hair— the deep
azure glory of the pitying eyes/'half veiled be-,
neath their golden lashes, and Just now spark
ling with tears. » '¦• ¦ -->-, ' ¦¦
"All my. life," he said softly, still holding
her hand, v "I have longed for love! All rny life
I have lacked itW Can you imagine', then, what
it was to me,. Lotys, when I heard you say you
loved my j resemblance— the" poor Pasquln Le
roy — and even so' I knew you loved me ? - When
. you .praised : me as. Pasquin «.nd. "cursed me as
King,' how my' heart burned "with desire to
clasp you In my arms and 1 tell you all the
truth of my disguise! But to hear you speak
as you did of me, so unconsciously, so tender
ly, so bravely, was the sweetest" gladness -1 have
ever known! I felt myself a king at last. In
very deed and truth—^and it was for the love of
you, and because of your- love r.or~me. that I de
termined, to do all I could for my son Hum
phryand the woman of his choice! For flhd
ing myself -loved,. I swore that he should not be
deprived of love.,; I have done what I could to
Insure his happiness; but after,' all, it is your
doing and the result of your influence! You
are the sole center of my good deeds Lotys!
You have been my star of destiny from the
very first . day I . saw you — from • the moment
when I signed my bond. with you' In your own
pure blood. I loved you! And I know that you
loved me!"* . . . • . •-. .. ,'-.¦-
She turned her eyes slowly upon him — what
No. she said. "I would not be a traitor
to you in so much as a thought! Had I loved
any one else I would never have married you
— no! — though you had been ten times a Prince
and Kins! No! You do not understand. I
come to you heart whole and passionless with
out a sincle love word chronicled in my girl
hood's history or a single ' incident you may
not know. I have never loved any man. be
cause from my very childhood I have haUd
and feared all men! I loathe their presence—
their looks— their voices — their manners — if one
should touch my hand in ordinary courtesy my
Instincts are offended and revolted and th«
sense of outrace remains with me for days.
My motber knows this and says I am 'un
natural.' It may be so: But natural or noi.
am riot tired, but— but— I cannot Bay wiy pray
ers to-night till you know my whole heart!"
A reverence and pity moved him.
All day long he had been in a state of resent
ful Irritation— he had loathed himself for hav
ing consented to marry'this girl without loving
her— he had branded himself inwardly as a
liar and hypocrite when he had sworn his mar
riage vows "before God." whereas if he truly
believed in God such vows taken untruthfully
were, mere blast>hemy, and now she herself, a
younfc thing tenderly brought up like a tropi
ckl flower in the enervating hothouse atmos
phere of court life, yet had such a pure, deep
conaeiousners of God in her that she actually
could not pray with the slightest blur of a
secret on her so»l! He waited wonderingly.
'I have plltrhted my faith to you before
God s altar to-day," she said, speaking more
steadily, 'because after long and earnest
tneuKht I saw that there was no other way of
satisfying the two nations to which we belong
and cementing: the friendly relations between
tndm. There Is no woman of royal birth, to
lrhas been pointed out to me. who is -so suit
able, from a political, point of view, to be your
wife as I. It is for the sake of your throne
and country that you must marry, and I ask
Gpd . to forgive me if I have done wrong in
hia slcht by wedding you simply for duty's
saxe. My father, your father, and all who
are connected with our two families desire our
union and have assured me that it Is ri»tht and
good for me to Klve up my life to yours. AH
women's lives must be martyred to the laws
made by men — or so It seems to me. I cannot
expect 10 escape from the general doom appor
tioned to my sex. I therefore accept the des
tiny which transfers me to you as a Diece of
human property for possession and command.
I accept it freely, but I will not say gladly,
because that would not be true, for I do not
love you — I cannot love you! I want you to
know that and to feel it. that you may not
ask from me what 1 cannot give."
There were no tears in her eyes. She looked
at him straightly and steadfastly. He in hia
turn, met her Eaze fully. His face had pa'.e<5
a little and a shadow of pained regret and
commiseration darkened his handsome features
.You tove-Bome one else?" he asked softly.'
She rose from her chair and confronted him,
a tlow of passionate pride flushing her cheeka
for your klssei — how I long, ah. God, for all
the tenderness which I know la In your heart
for me — I. ao lonely, weary and robbed of all
the dearest Joys of life — but I will not sham«
>you by my love,'. my best and dearest! I will
' not set you one degree lower In the thoughts
' of the people, who now idoliza you and know
you as the brave,- true man you are! My lov«
for you would be poor Indeed If I could not
] sacrifice myself altogether for your sake — you,
J -who are my King!"
He heard her — his whole soul . waa shaken by
the passion of her words."
"Lotys!" he said — and again — "Lotyat"
He drew her up from her kneeling attitude,
and, gathering ¦ her close in hla arms, kissed
her tenderly, reverently — as a man might kiss
the lipa of thadead. •¦•
"Must it be so, Lotys 7" he whispered; "must
we dwell always apart P*.- . :>/*.-:
.Her.«yes, beautiful with. a. passion of th«
highest and holiest love, looked full into his
. '.'Always apaft. yet always together, my be
loved!"'she answered.- "Together in thought.
In soul, in aspiration— in the hope and confi
dence that God sees us and knows that we seek
to live purely ln ; his sight! Oh. my King you
* would 'not have It otherwise! You would not
have our love defiled! How common and easy
It would be, for, me to give myself to you— as
other women are only too ready to give them
selves—to take; your tenderness, your care
yourjadmlratlon-^tp demand your constant at
tendance on 'my. lightest humor: to bring you
shame by my persistent: companionship: to
cau*e"an-©o«n,.sjander and allow the finger of
acorn to be pointed" at-ypu: to see your honor
made a mockery. of by basd persons who would
Judge you as -one. who. notwithstanding his
brave spousal of the people's cause, was yet a
slave to the caprice of a woman! Think some
thing more ; of . me than this! Do not
put' me on the v level ot such women as once
brought your name. into contempt! They did not
love you; they loved themselves! But I— I love
you. Oh. my dearest lord. If self were concerned
at all In this groat love of my heart. I wouid
not suffer your arms to rest about me now!
—I' would not let your lips touch mine!— but
it IS for the last time, beloved!— the last time!
And so 1 put my hands here on your heart
—I kiss your lips— I say wfth all my soul 1"
the prayer— God bless you! — God keep you'— -
God save you. ray King' Though I shall live
from you nil mv days, my spirit Is one
with yours! God will know that truth when
. we.meet-r©n the other side of Death!"
.Her tears' fell- fast, and he twnt 'over h-r
torn by a" tempest of conflicting emotions ami
. kissing the soft hair that lay loosely ruttlZi
aga:nst his breast. " lea
."Then it shall be so. Lotys!" he murmur.,*
at last. "Your wish Is my law!— It shalT^T^
you command! I will fulfill such duties Lr
•must in this world— a-d the knowledge at
ycur love for me— your trust In me— .ihali keen
me high In the People's honour! Old follwS
shall be swept away— old sins atoned for
and when we meet, as you aay. on the other
side of Death. God will perchance «ive £
all, that we have longed for in thU world
all, that we have lost!" 7" .
fals voice shook— he could not further rely
on* his self-control. . -". . ; ¦:.>%:
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The author turns the fierce light that
beats upon a throne Into the darkest
corners of the royal family's life and we
learn^many things that' move us to look
more charitably upon the action of this
h^ro-King— Kings, after all. are but men.
For this monarch, apparently endowed
¦with a'S in this life that most men wouM
•>nvy, by the very virtue of his kingship
must l^ad his life wretchedly alone,
knowing that he is surrounded by. ser
vile flatterers. At an early age he has
hsd forced upon him a matrimonial al
liance. A quotation here will give to the
reader the keynote of the situations that
are to follow:
The brilliant inarriage ceremony concluded,
the^rugiifct bride and bridegroom took their de
parture amid frantically cheering crowds, for
a stately castle standing high among the
mountains, a truly magnificent pile, which
had been placed at their disposal for the
•'honeymoon." by one of the wealthieet of .the
King's subjects — and there, a? soon as equer
rl*«. groomc-ln-waitingr. fiunk«-ys. and every
other sort of Indoor and outdoor retainer vuuM
conrent to leave them alone together, in*
royal wl'e came to her rcyal husband' and
nvkfd to be allowed to fipeak a few words -on
tbe subject of their marriage, "for the first and
lttet time," seid she, with a rtraight glance
f.Om the cold moonlight mystery of her.«ye«.
Beautiful &t all time*;, her beauty was doubly
enii&noed by the regal attitude and expression
«he«unconfcc!ou£ly aFsumed as the made the re
quert, and the. Prince, critically f-tudylnsr ht«-*
form. and features. eouM not but regard him
self-as In «nme respects rather particularly
favored by the political and social macb.ine.ry
¦which had eucr«*ded in persuading ko' fair a
creature to resign herself to the doubtful «len
t'.ny of a throne. She had laid aside her mfag
niftceni bridal • robes of ivory satin and cloth
of-goJd.- and appeared before him in loot-e
draperies of floating white, with her rich hair
unbound and' rippling to her knees...- .:
"May I speak?" . uhe murmured, and her
"Most assuredly:" he replied, -half cmlllng.
"Tou do hie ;too much honor by requesting
perm icel on."
As he epoke he bowed profoundly, but she.
islf'.ng her eyes, fixed them full upon ..him
with a f. trans* look of mineled pride and path.
,"Do not."' slje said. '•Jet us pley at formali
ties.- Let us. be honest with each other, for
to-night at. least. . All our life' together must
from henceforth 'be more or lets of a ' mtts
qtierade, but let us for toniglu be as true
man and true' woman, and frankly face the
Voeltion Into which we have been thrust, not
»y. ourselves, but by others." '
-Profoundly astonished, the Prince wu silent.
' V.'e had -not thought this girl of. nineteen pofc
teesed any force' of character or any Intellec
tual power of. reasoning. He had judged her
us no doubt grlad to become a great princef*
end 'a t )CS £'fc'£ future queen, and he had iu.t
given her credit for any finer or higher ifeeliiig.
"Vou know." «he continued, "you must tun
\y know — " here, despite the strong restraint
she -put-upon herself, her voice -broke, and her
slight figur*- swayed in Its white draperies as
ftjout to fall. She looked at him with a £em>e
or. rising tears in her throat— tears of which
«jh<? was ashamed, for ehe was full of a ijaseioh
nte ernotior. • too strong for weeping, a con
tempt of herself an<l of him. too great fr-r
mere clamor. Was he to much of a man in
tlip- slow thick density of ' his brain she
thnug-'.it. as to have no Instinctive |>ercepti6n
of tier, utter misery? He hastened to her and
tried to take her hands, but she drew herself
away from him and sank down in a chair
as if cxhaunrd. ¦ ¦ .
"Tou are tired." he said "kindly. "The tedl.
©ue.ceremonial. the Ftill more tedious congratu
lation*, and the fatiguing journey from tbe
capital to this jdace have been too much lor
your strength. You must rest!"
14 lt is not that," ehe answered, "not that. 'I
'ihis Is a story of the high and tlie
low, from 'the very highest 10 tne vtry
lowt£t. One moment we are with, the
loyal family of this fictitious couiitiy of
the present day, where tne scene is iaid,
and the next we are in the midst of .a
meeting of . socialists and revolutionists.
For a hero, we have a real King— not
oiiiy King by ran«c but one who develops
into a king among men wno deserves to
rule by his own right as well as by the
decrees of htreaity.
-As a character study this personage of
royal descent is jnteiestu-g, to eay the
least. , •
For sixteen years he has been the heir
apparent of the throne, indulging himself
in all the luxuries and vices that go
with such an exalted position : then com?3
a change and through the death -of his
father, the Prince becomes the King. For
three years he contents himself with al
lowirig'the' wheels of tr-e ¦Government to
Jake care of themselves; then comes .«.
day cf mental unrest and the dawning
up9»5 him in a degree of some of thfc re-
Fponsibilities that shou'.d be a^suaigd Ky
one who rules, and we see our King grad
ually develop frem the careless dawdler
nto a man of thought and action. He
nakes up. his mind to know for him
ielf something of the affairs of state and
of the weal cf his people and goes forth
In disguise to lezin the truth which he
believes his ministers have kept from
" —j.empoxai coffer" would be even more
of a. buuetiss as a p^ay.tnan as u no\e.,
lor iiane Corelll is, to .say the least,
uiama.ac in Her writing. famx.is nearer ac
a loss in a tense tuuation — and if the
bituauon is nut there according to the
fceiit--;-;u run 01 happenings in zeal lite.
atie citatea one to suit tue case. ¦ ¦'.
jvccoraing to the aociriiie of events and
chance* Uiust of tne occurrences in tne
1/iesfcnt sioi y are more inau imprubabie
iind approach the border line of fairy
land, "lemporai Power" aflords tne
ambitious critic splendid opportunities . to
piay on it the rousting names of keen
criticism; out putting a«ide goiden dreams
of .iisp.ayiug his own high powers of tine
oiscrnmiiauun and appreciation, even the
must caustic critic iuust aumit that this
boon, llite all • the rest of Marie Corelli's
Vkorlts, will hold the popular iavor. Tnis
is- not saying, however, ttiat tven- the
most fcii.ien.- novti leauer will read ail
of its pages— tor there are too many
pages 01* inuraiizing and problematic cus
tussion to suit the seeker atttr eensa
tioa; and, on the othtr hand, mere lg tuo
mucu of sensation to please the literal y
p£iai.e of tne reader who would- delve
luto the- proDiems of hie and govern
THAT prolific writer of popular and
sensational fiction. Marie Corelll.
author of "The Master Christian."
"Thelma," "Barabas," "Ardath,"
"T£e Sorrows of Satan," "A Ro
n.~.,ve oT Two \\orlds," etc, etc.. Is
with us- again. -This time she offers us
a "Study in Supremacy," under the tftle
of "Temporal Power," published by Dodd.
Alfcad f -& Co.. New York.
"Temporal 'Power" , as a name for a
novel is all well and good in the abstract,
but -gives no hint to the reader of book
covers of the character of the toook-
Bui, as there is net much In a name alter
aa, this answers - as well as any otntr.
W be a little more -concrete we migui
ca.il ine present woia: *~ljefisons in K.U14
toiWp," vi '"xUtt irtutue vs. me-xtuiei, ui
"'i^e '.1 riuiliim uuu. uowniaui ot-eyca.
is.Au,'* or "i-,u\e ttiat Conyutrs Kinfcs.Ma*^
cio-usUs ana Aii."
"A Chinese Quaker." by Nellie Blesslng-
Eyster. is soon to be published by the
Fleming H. Revell Company of Chicago
and New York. This book should prove
of particular interest to the people of the
Pacific Ccast on account of its local col
or. It tells the story of how a young
Quaker woman with feelings antagonistic
to the- Chinese is led to take a heathen
boy in cha»ge. Under her training he
becomes a consistent Friend. He is (so
we are told) even now a hijrh Mandarin
at the head of large enterpr'ses in China
and a Quaker still. Secondarily, it Is said
that the story makes appalling revela
tions of woman slavery on our Paciflo
Coast. Mrs. Eyster is a native of Mary
land, but has spent a considerable por
tion of her life in California, where she
has been active in behalf of the Chines*
and the Indians, in the cause of temper
ance, in the advancement of woman and
in special education. ,
The Lothrop Publishing .Company of
Boston has .Just brought out Clara Mor
ris* new volume. "Stage Confidences."
The book is in the vein in which Miss
Morris is most happy, namely, in that of
personal reminiscences running off into
imaginative treatment of dramatic scenes
which have come within her experience
during her long and honorable stage ca
• reer. The volume aims to give whole
some advice to stage aspirants of both
sexes, especially-- gins-, -and is illuminated
by humorous and pathetic instances and
striking occurrences of theater life. The
-volume is very valuable in the way of
illustration, having sixteen pictures, all
of them reproduced for the first time,
and the majority showing Miss Morris in
her famous rotes' from her early days to
the present time.
That there has really been yery little)
change in the Latin Quarter, of Paris
since the days when the folk Of "Trilby"
disported themselves, therein is shown by
kdward Marshall's new novel "Uzette,"
just Issued by LtwJp, Scribner & Co. of
>*ew York. Mr. Marshall, who is well
known as the war correspondent and who
was almost fatally wounded in Cuba dur
ing the Spanish-American war, has had
much opportunity while acting as the Eu
ropean corrtspondtnt of various New
York newspapers to study his subject and
he has painttd his pictures of student Ufa
with broad strokes and a fine apprecia
tion of humor. -
Impressions of her experiences as a
nurse in the Children's Hospital hava
been collected into a group of short sto
ries by Gertrude La Page, soon to be pub
lished by Elder & Shepard under the tltla
£f Children of the Thorn. Wreath,"' with
illustrations by Clarion Holderu
1 1 will not tempt you, Lotys!" he whispered
— "1 dare not tempt myself! God bles» you!"
He put her gently from him. and stood for a
moment Irresolute. All the hope he had la
dulue.1 In of a sweeter y-v than any he had
ere* known waa lost— and >et— he Voew h*
na<i no right to^presa upon her a love which, to
her. ecuid only mean d shonuur.
Good-hy. Lotys!" he said huskily; "my
one love in this world and the next! Good
She pared at h'm with hjhr whols aoul la
ntr eyes — then suddenly, ana with the tender
ed grace In the worlu. drup,«d on her knee*
and kissed his hand. • . ¦•
"God save your Majesty!" she -said, with a
poor little effort at smiling through, her tears;
for many and many a long and happy year,
when Lotys Is no more!"
With a half cry he switched her up In hla
ai m 3 and pressed her to his heart. *nowerin»T
k ssws en her lipa. her eyt*. her hair, her little
hands. — then, with a movement as abrupt aa it
was passion-stricken, put rer quickly from
hin. and left her.
only a woman? And upon the whole he was
not Ill-pleased with the curious revelation she
had mad* of- herself... .He preferred the cold
ness of women to their volcanlo eruptions, and
would take , more pains to melt the Enow of
reserve than to add fuel to the flame of ardor.
"You' have been very frank with me," he
¦aid at last, after a . pause, as he loosened her
hands and moved a little apart from her —
"And whether your physical and mental hatred
of my eex Is a defect In your nature, or an ex
ceptional virtue, I shall not quarrel with it.
I am myself, not without faults; and the chief
est of these. Is ona most common to all men.
I desire what I may not have, and covet what
I do not possess. Sol We understand each
'She raised her eyes — those beautiful deep
•yes with the' moonlight glamor in them — and
for an Instant the- shining soul of her, pure
of tht street where stood the tenement house —
divided Into several separate flats — in which
the attio where -Lotys dwelt- was one of the
most solitary and removed portions. The King
alighted from the carriage unobserved and as
cended the stairs on. which, Serglus Thord' s
steps had echoed but' a few hours .gone .by.
Knocking at- the door as Serglus had done,' he
was In* the same way, bidden to enter, but as
he did so Lotys, who was seated within, quits
alone, started up with a faint cry of terror. ¦
"Tou here!" she exclaimed in trembling ac
cents. "Oh. why have you come? . Sir, I beg
of you to leave this place! — at once, before
there Is any chance of your being seen; your
Majesty should surely know — " .
"Majesty me no majesties, 1 Lotys!" said the
King, lightly; "I have been forbidden this little
shrine too long! Why should I not come to see
you?- Are you. not known as an angel of com
fort to the sorrowful and the lonely? And will
"And I love you!" she said. "I love you
with every breath of my body. eveVy pulse of
my heart! I love you with the entire passion
of my life! 1 love you with all the love pent
up In my poor starved soul since childhood
until now— I love you more than woman ever
' loved either lover or husband! I love you.
my lord and King — but even as I love you I
honor you! No selfish thought of mine shall
ever tarnish the smallest jewel in your crown!
Oh, my beloved!- My royal soul of courage!
What do you take me for? Should I be worthy
of yqur thought if I dragged you down? Should
I be Lotys — if, like some litjht woman who can
be bought .for a few jewels — I gave myself to
you In that fever of desire which men mistake
-for love? Ah. no— ten thousand times no! 1 love
you! Look at me — can you not see how my
soul cries out for you? How my lips hunger
-A- change passed over her — rapid and trans
figuring as a sudden radiance from heaven.
With an Impulsive gesture, beautiful in its
wild abandonment, she cast herself at his feet.
Her voice was calm. She put the plain ques
tion polntblank, without a note of hesitation.
His face paled suddenly.
"Lotys!" he said, and stretched out hla
hands toward her; "Lotys, I love you!"
"Ay, the Queen!." said. Lotys. "She is your
wife — the mother of your sons! She has never
loved you, you would say — you have never
loved her. But you are her husband! Would
you make me your mistress?"
She strove- to- control . the beating of her
heart as she looked upon him and listened to
his pleading. She resolutely shut her so-il f>
the persuasive music of his voice, the light of
his eyes, .the tenderness of his smile. ' •
'"What of -the Queen?" she said.
He started back as though he had- been
¦tung. ' . v : ' .
¦ i-'-CThe- Queen!" he repeated, mechanically.
"The Queen!" .
."Lotys," he said," "are you so cold, so frozen
In an ice wall of conventionality that you can
not warm to passion — not even to that passion
•which every pulse of you is ready to return?
What do you want of me? Lover's oaths?
Vows of constancy? Oh. beloved woman as you
are, do you not understand that you have enter
ed Into my very heart of hearts— that you hold
my whole life In your possession? j You — not I —
are the ruling power of this country! What
you say, that I will do! What you command,
that will I obey! While you live I will live —
when you die I will die! .Through you I have
learned the value of sovereignty — the good that
can be done to a country by honest work in
kingship; through you I have won back my dis
affected subjects to loyalty: It Is all you — only
you! And If you blamed me once as a worth
less king, . you shall never have cause to -so
blame me again! But you must help me — you
must help me with- your love!"
" He dropped her hand and looked at her. She
was very. .pale — her breath . came and went
quickly, but her eyes were fixed upon him
steadily — and though her whole heart cried out
for his sympathy and tenderness, she 41d not
flinch. :¦ < .¦¦>'. ¦'• •; •' ¦
"You forget!" she oald In hushed, trembling
accents; "you are the Kins'."'
He lifted her hand to his lips again and
pressed its cool, small palm against hla brows.
"What then, my dearest?' Must the King,
because he Is King, go through life unloved?"
"Unless the King is loved with honor," said
Lotys In the same hushed voice'; "he must go
unloved!" . •-; ¦ ¦ .
eyeat — tearless now, and glittering with the
burning fever of the sad and suffering soul
behind them _.....,_ ,..,
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