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Sunday, February 13, 1910.
Page Ten
f King
Copyright, 1909, by Geora
. Darr McCulcheon
Copyright. 1909, by Dodd,
Mead 11 Company
Truxton King, a millionaire's
son, sets out in search of ad
venture. Where better could he
look for stirring events than in
faroff Gr oust ark, where the age
of chivalry yet survives in' all
its romantic opportunity; where
rules Prince Robin, the most
precocious boy monarch in the
realm of fiction; where the reds
of Europe plot his murder in
mysterious underground retreats;
where gallant Truxton King and
brave "Uncle Jack" fight val
iantly for the preservation of the
prince and the love of beauti
ful princesses; where American
pluck and manhood are pitted
against foreign intriguers, and
where honesty and courage are
mightier than the sword? Read
of Prince Robin, son of an Amer
' icanprinccss; of Olga Platanova,
the girl with the dread mission;
of Marlanx, the Iron Count; of
John Tullis, the American bul
wark of a foreign throne; of lovely
Loraineand of daredevil Truxton
King, and then you will under
stand why an American lad is
Prince of Graustark and an
American author prince of story
HE was a tall, rawboned, rangy
young fellow with a face so
tanned by wind and sun you
bad the Impression that his
skin would feel like leather If you
could affect the Impertinence to test it
by the sense of touch, nis clothes fitted
him loosely and yet were graciously
devoid of the bagginess which char
acterizes tho appearance of extremely
young men whose frames are not fully
set and whose Joints are still parading
through tho last stages of college de
velopment. This tall young man in tho panama
hat and gray flannels was Truxton
King, embryo globe trotter and search
er after the treasures of romance.
Somewhere up near Central park, in
one of the fashionable cross streets,
was the home of his father and his
father's father before him a homo
which Truxton had not seen in two
' years or more. It Is worthy of pass
lug notice, and that la all, that his
father was a manufacturer; more than
that, he was something of a power in
the financial world. Ills mother was
not strictly a social queen In the great
metropolis, but she was what we
might safely call one of tho Urst "la
dles in waiting," which is qulto good
enough for the wife of a manufactur
er, especially when one records that
her husbund was a manufacturer of
steel. It is also a matter of no little
consequence that Truxton's mother
was more or less averse to tho steel
business as a heritage for her son.
Be it understood hero and now that
she Intended Truxton for tho diplo
matic service.
But neither Truxton's father, who
wanted him to be n manufacturing
Croesus, nor Truxton's mother, who
expected him to becomo n social Solo
mon, appears to have taken tho young
man's private Inclinations Into con
sideration. Young Mr. King believed In ro
mance, lie grew up with an ever in
creasing bump of imagination, con
tiguous to which, strango to relate,
there was a properly developed bump
of industry and application; hence it
is not surprising that ho was willing
to go far afield in search of the things
that seemed more or less worth while
to a young gentleman who had suf
. fered the 111 fortune to be born in the
nineteenth century instead of tho sev
enteenth. Wo come upon him at last luckily
for us wo were not actually following
him after two years of wonderful but
rather disillusioning adventuro in mid
Asia and all Africa. lie had seen the
Kongo and tho Euphrates, the Ganges
and tho Nile, tho Yangtseklang and
tho Yenisei; he had climbed moun
tains in Abyssinia, in Slam, in Tibet
and Afghanistan; ho had shot big
game in more than ono Junglo and had
been shot at by small brown men In
more than ono forest, to say nothing
of the little encounters he had had In
most unoccidental towns and cities.
For twenty days ho had traveled by
taravan across the Persian uplands,
through Herat and Mcshhed and Bo
khara, striking off w'ith his guldo alone
toward the sea of Aral and tho east
ern shores of tho Caspian, thence
through tho Ural foothills to the old
Roman highway that led down into
the sweet green valleys of n land ho
had thought of as nothing moro than
the creation of a harebrained flctlonlst
Somewhere out in tho shimmering
cast he had learned, to his honest
amazement, that there was such a
A Story of
land as Craustark. At first ho would
not believe, but the English bank in
Meshhed assured him that he would
como to it if ho traveled long enough
and far enough into tho north and
west and If ho wero'not afraid of tho
hardships that most men abhor. Tho
dying spirit of romance flamed up in
his heart Ills blood p pw quick again
and eager. Ho would not go home
until he had sought out this land of
fair women and sweet tradition. And
so ho traversed the wild and danger
ous Tartar roads for days and days,
like the knights of Scheherazade in
tho times of old, and cauie at last to
the gates of Edelweiss.
Not until ho sat down to a rare din-'
ner in tho historic Hotel Regengetz
was ho ablo to reallzo that ho was
truly In that fabled, mythical land of
Graustark, n quaint, grim little princi
pality in tho most secret pocket of tho
earth's great mantle. This was tho
land of his dreams, tho land of his
fancy. He had not oven dared to
hope that It actually existed.
And now it becomes my deplorable
duty to divulge the fact that Truxton
King, after two full days and nights
in the city of Edelweiss, was quite
ready to pass on to other fields, com
pletely disillusioned In his own mind
and not a little disgusted with himself
for having gone to the trouble to visit
the place.
Where were the beautiful women
he had read about and dreamed of
ever since he left Teheran? On his
soul, ho had riot seen half a dozen
women in Edelweiss who were more
than passably fair to look upou. True,
he had to admit, the people ho had
seen were of the lower and middle
classes tho shopkeepers and the shop
girls, the hucksters and tho fruit vend
ers. "What ho wanted to know was
this: What had become of tho royalty
and the nobility of Graustark? Where
were the princes, the dukes and tho
"i'lTi arra tou a hukdbed dollars
ron it."
barons, to say nothing of the feminine
concomitants to these excellent gen
tlemen? Ono dingy little shop in the square
Interested him. It was idlrcctly op
posite tho Royal cafe, with American
bar attached, and tho contents of its
grimy little windows presented a pe
culiarly fascinating interest to him.
They were packed with weapons and
firearms of ancient design. Onco ho
ventured inside tho little shop. Find
ing no attendant, ho put aside his sud
denly formed impulse to purchaco a
mighty broadsword.
On several occasions ho had seen a
grim, sharp featured old man in' the
doorway of the shop, but it was not
until after he had missed the Thurs
day train that he mado up his mind to
accost him and to have the broad
sword at auy price. With this object
in view, he inserted his tall frame into
tho narrow doorway, calling out lustily
for attention.
"What is it?" demanded a sharp, an
gry voice at his elbow. He found him
self looking Into the wizened, parch
menMlkc face of the little old man.
"That broad Say, you speak Eng
lish, don't you?"
"Certaluly." snapped tho old man.
'Why shouldn't I? 1 can't nfTord an
interpreter. You'll find plenty of Eng
lish used hero in Edelweiss since tho
Americans and British came. They
won't learn our language, so wo muat
learn theirs."
"What's the price of that old sword
you have In the window?"
"Thrco hundred gavvos."
"What's that in dollars?"
"Four hundred and twenty. It Is
genuine, sir, and 300 years old. Old
Prlnco Boris carried it It's most
"I'll give you a hundred dollars for
it, Mr. or" ho looked at tho sign on
tho open door "Mr. Spantz."
"I don't want your money. Good
Truxton King felt his chin In per
plexity. "It's too much. I can't af
ford It," ho said, disappointment in his
"I havo modern blades of my own
make, sir, much cheaper and quite as
I JOttlK.
good," ventured tho excellent Mr.
"You make "em?" in surprise. '
Tho 'old man straightened his bent
figure with sudden pride. "I am ar
morer to tho crown, sir. My blades
are used by tho nobility not by tho
army, I am happy to say."
"1 say, Herr Spantz, or monsieur, I'd
like to havo n good long chat with you.
What do you say to a mug of that ex
cellent beer over in tho cafo garden?
Business seems to be a little dull.
Can't you cr lock up?"
Spantz looked at him keenly,.
"May I ask what brings you to Edel
weiss?" ho asked abruptly.
"I don't mind telling you, Mr. Spantz,
that I'm hero because I'm somewhat
of a fool. False hopes led me astray.
I came hero looking for romance for
"I see," cackled Spantz, his eyes
twinkling with mirth. "You thought
you could capture wild and beautiful
princesses hero Just as you pleased,
eh? Let me tell you, young man, only
ono American ouly ono foreigner, in
fact has accomplished that miracle.
Mr. Lorry came hero ten years ago
and won tho fairest flower Graustark
ever produced tho beautiful Yetlve
but ho was the only one."
"No. I'm not looking for princesses.
I've seen hundreds of 'em lu all parts
of tho world."
"You should see Prlnco Robin," went
on the armorer.
"I've heard of nothing but him, my
good Mr. Spantz. He's seven years
old, and ho looks like his mother, and
he's got a Jeweled sword nnd all that
sort of thing. I daresay he's a nlco
little chap. Got American blood in
him, you see."
The old man retired to the rear of
the shop and called out to somo one
upstairs. A woman's voice answered.
"My niece will keep shop, sir, whllo
I am out," Spantz explained.
They paused near tho door until tho
old man's niece appeared at the back
of the shop. King's glanco became
moro or less in the nature of a stare,
of amazement
A young woman of the most astound
ing beauty, attired in the black nnd
red of tho Graustark middle classes,
was slowly approaching from the shad
owy recesses af the end of the shop.
Ills heart enjoyed a lively thump.
Truxton King, you may be sure, did
not precede the old man into the street
He deliberately removed his bat and
waited most politely for age to go be
fore youth. In the meantime blandly
gazing upon the face of this amazing
Across the square, at one of the ta
bles, the old man. over his huge mug
of beer, became properly grateful. Ho
was willing to repay King for his lit
tle attention by giving him a careful
history of Graustark. past, present and
The old man was rambling on. "The
young prince has lived most of his
life in Washington and London and
Paris, sir. He's only seven, sir. Of
courso you remember the dreadful ac
cident that made him an orphan and
put him on the throne with tho three
wise men of the cast' as regents or
governors the train wreck near Brus
sels, sir. His mother, tho glorious
Princess Yctive, was killed nnd his
father, Mr. Lorry, died the next day
from his Injuries. That, sir, was a
most appalling blow to the people of
Graustark. There never will be an
other pair like them. sir. God alone
preserved the little prince. Tho col
lision was from the rear, n broken rail
throwing a locomotive into tho prim
cess coach. This providential escape
of the young prince preserved tho un
broken line of tho present royal fam
ily." "I say, Mr. Spantz, I don't believe
I've told you that your niece is' a most
remarkably beau"
"As I was saying, sir," interrupted
Spantz so pointedly that Truxton
flushed, "tho little prince Is tho idol
of all the people. Under the present
regency he is obliged to reside In the
principality until his fifteenth year,,
after which ho may be permitted to
travel abroad."
Spantz was eying him "narrowly.
"You do not appear Interested in our
royal family," he ventured coldly.
Truxton hastened to assure him that
he was keenly interested. "Especially
so now that I appreciate that the lit
tle prince Is tho last of his race."
"Theac are thrco regents, sir, in
charge of the affairs of state Count
Halfont, the Duke of Perse and Baron
Jasto Dangloss, who Is minister of po
lice. Count Halfont is a granduncle
of tho prlnc6 by marriage. The Duke
of Perso is tho father of tho unhappy
Countess Ingomcde. the young and
beautiful wife of the exiled Iron Count
Marlanx. No doubt you've heard of
"I remember that he was banished
from the Drlnptftsttrr."
"Quite true, sir. no wa3 banished
in 1901 and now resides on his estates
in Austria. Three
years ago in Buda
pest ho was mar
ried to Ingomede,
tho daughter of
tho duke. Count
Marlanx has great
influence at the
Austrian court
The Duke of Perso
realized this when
ho compelled his
daughter to accept
him as her hus
band. The fair In
. comedo is less Minn
"UE WAS11N,I,SUED twenty-five years
in 1J01. of age Th(J Iron
Count is fully sixty-five."
"I'd like to sco if she's really beau
tiful. I've seen but ono pretty woman
In this wholo blamed town, your niece,
nerr Spantz. I've looked 'cm over
pretty carefully too. Sho Is exceed
ingly attract"
"You will not find tho beautiful wo-
-Vj Jufes3'
men of Edelweiss In the streets, sir,"
snapped Spantz.
"Don't they ever go out shopping?"
"Hardly. Tho merchants, if you will
but notice, carry their wares to tho
houses of the noble and the rich. But
tomorrow tho garrison at tho fortress
marches In review before the prince.
If you should happen to be on tho ave
nue near the castle gate at 12 o'clock
you will sco tho beauty and chivalry
of Graustnrk. The soldiers arc uot
tho only ones who are on parade."
There was an unmistakable sneer in
his tone.
"You don't caro much for society,
I'd say," observed Truxton, with a
Spantz's eyes flamed for an instant
and then subtly resumed their most
ingratiating twinkle. "We cannot all
bo peacocks," ho said quietly. "You
will also see that tho man who rides
be3lde the prince's carriago wheel is
an American, while Graustark nobles
take les3 exalted places."
"An American, eh?"
"Yes. Have you not heard of John
Tullis, the prince's friend? He, your
countryman, is the real power behind
our throne. On his deathbed tho
prince's fnther placed his son in this
llElt 11ED Lira.
American's charge and begged him to
stand by him through thick and thin
until the lad Is ablo to take care of
himself. As If there were uot loyal
men In Graustark who might havo
done as much for their prlnco!"
King looked interested. "1 see. The
people, no doubt, resent this espionage.
Is that it?"
Spantz gave him n withering look, as
much as to say that he was a fool
to ask such a question in n place so
public. Without replying, ho got to
his feet.
"I must return. I have been away
too long."
Tho American sauk back In his chair.
Suddenly ho became conscious of a
disquieting feeling that some one was
looking at him lnteutly from behind.
He turned in his chair and found him
self meeting the gaze of a ferocious
looking, military appearing little man
at a table near by. Ills waiter ap
peared at his elbow with the change.
"Who tho devil Is that old man af
tho table there?" demanded young Mr.
King loudly.
The waiter assumed a look of ex
treme Insolence. "That Is Baron Dan
gloss, minister of police. Anything
more, sir?"
"Yes. What's lie looking so bard at
me for? Docs he think I'm a pick
pocket?" "You know as much as I, sir." was
all that tho waiter said In reply. King
pocketed the coin he had Intended for
the fellow and deliberately left the
place. As he sauntered across tho little
square his gazo suddenly shifted to a
second story window above tho gun
shop. Tho interesting young woman . had
cautiously pushed open one of tho
shuttcra and was peering down upon
a trio of red coated guardsmen. Al
most at tho same instant her quick,
eager gaze fell upon tho tall American,
now quite close to the horsemen. Ho
saw her dark eye3 expand as if with
surprise. Tho next instant he caught
his breath and almost stopped in his
A shy, impulsive smlld played about
her red lips for a second, lighting up
the delicate face with a radiance that
amazed him. Then the shutter, was
closed gently, quickly. He felt his cars
burn as he abruptly turned away.
In the meantime Baron Dangloss
was watching him covertly from the
edge of the cafo garden across the
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