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November 1, 1908.
THE ILLUST11ATUD RISE.
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to uphold the constitution, accepted their
allegiance and confirmed the composition
of the cabinet. Then I showed myself to
the dense crowd, and It woke to mad en
fhuslasm at the sight of Its new King.
'An official reason had to be riven for my .
brother's sudden death. The mother of
the dead drew up the document herself.
"Facing the necessity of signing the dec
laration of war, a declaration In which
the King saw the source of endless woe
for his country; Imbued with the vehement
desire to spare the land from this war, the
King found no other way except the one
chosen by him. He took it with full
knowledge, with clear purpose, leaving
nothing behind about his last wish and will
except tie unsigned document and his
freely-given royal blood."
This aanouncement was followed by me
with a message to the nation In which I
made the solemn declaration:
"The matter for which my brother In
Heaven went voluntarily Into death, he
left to me. For that for which my beloved
brother died, I shall live, for the main
tenance af peace, for the good of the land,
for the greatness and the happiness of my
people."
Vast was the sorrow of the land, un
xampled the sympathy of the governments
As the whole palace seemed one death
chamber, so the whole capital seemed one
house of mourning, the whole land as one
graveyard, which watted to receive the
grave of the greatest of all its dead. In
the cathedral they thronged to the coffin
as If it held the body of a wonder-working
Saint.
I saw even then that the love and af
fection and relief and confidence of the
people thenceforth would be with the dead
man. Even then I saw that the dead would
not only seem better and purer, but would
also be stronger and more powerful than
the living.
This knowledge I will write It here
filed me with envy, with malice, with
liatred of the dead, whose blessing had to
test on me should my rule be blessed.
One single time my mother's agony broke
forth.
It was when she bade her dead son fare
well, bending down to his face and kissing
the little red mark on his forehead. Then
he sobbed terribly only once!
But the widowed Queen was as annihi
lated. Dumb and tearless In the presence of
all others, she lost her self-command at
my iirst visit, and gave way to grief and
despair. Then I looked deeply into her
heart.
The poor one had learned to love the King
passionately, and she had been forced to
recognize that her love was hopeless.
Stranger as she had been to her husband
on the first day of the meeting, so she was
to bis last day. Hla love had belonged
to another, to the young actress. This
woman was the King's first and only love;
and she, the Queen, had known it, had de
voured herself In raging Jealousy that waa
not lessened by the fact that she knew,
too, that the King had never seen his be
loved since the day of his marriage except
n the stage.
With the exception of one single time the
day of his death.
Soon after the dinner at which the King
was almost vivacious, he withdrew without
having bidden farewell to the Queen, by a
word or even a glance. He ordered tbe
carriage and drove away into the park. In
the neighborhood of the Doric Temple he
stopped the equipage, told his adjutant to
wait there with the carriage and walked
quickly away.
He remained away an hour.
As if he had tald the Queen himself, she
knew where he had been with the beloved
woman. He would have killed himself
there, perhaps he would have died with
her, had such a death been compatible with
the royal dignity. But most certainly tle
woman knew, when the King left her, that
lie waa going to hla death; as she knew that
he had loved tier alone.
Now his widow burdened herself with re
proaches and accusations. She took on her.
self the responsibility for hla death. Had
she understood how to be amiable and
charming she would have become a prop
for the throne, and her love might have
had power enough to help her husband
through that last great conflict.
At my brother's funeral it was as If the
last hope of the land were being borne to
the grave. All the ideals of the nation
seemed concentrated in the silent ' man
who was being carried with mighty pomp
to the tomb of the Kings, to He beside
his father, whoea "true son" now bore
the crown.
I possessed the sublime self-control of a
sovereign and did not betray how the
supreme Barrow for the dead cut my soul
aa with scourges.
Behind tha coffin I walked. At my left
waJs-ed he whove race was to follow me,
at rar right tha Crown Prince of our strong
and great ' neighbor, from whose hands
my brother's death had wrested the
weapon directed against us. And his
death had wreated something from me,
too 4 he victory over the enemy, whkh I
would have achieved.
Thus I had to. think as I walked behind
the coffin, through the black-decked capi
tal, over which the roar of the bells
clashed like a storm-flood of death psnlins.
And I had totthink of my envy of the
dead. I cannot sink lower than I did
then In that hour of burial; the fall from
the cliff into the abyss would have been a
soft descent to flowery meads compared
with It
Of that day of the funeral I must report
that it was the first time since my royal
voyage through the Ice, over the sea, sur
rounded by the thundering avalanches,
that I saw the beautiful woman again who
had called me.
The Countess had not been at Court since
then. She had accused herself of a seri
ous breach of duty, had begged for her Im
mediate release, and had received It the
same hour. Now she stood among the
populace, close by the road, along which
came the two monarchs, the dead and the
living. I held my head bent low, but as If
I felt her compelling presence, I rained my
eyes just as the procession passed slowly
by her. Our eyes met and greeted.
On the day of the funeral the young
woman from whom my brother had parted
disappeared utterly. No trace of her was
evc-r found, although I caused an earnest
search to be Instituted. She was a great
artist and a happy woman a King's only
love!
CHAPTER XXVIII.
And now it is time to apeak of another
one who Is lost forever of you, Judica.
Now I believe that you, too, were a
King's only love.
But you had to leave your life for me,
that I might know this and not even then
to know It clearly and altogether. In
your grave on the high, bright mountain
meadow you had to wait long for the hour
that brought me the full knowledge.
' But that hour, too, came at lust.
And now I write of you in the pages of
this book in which you rend yourself to
your death. The adoring worshipper
speaks of his saints and martyrs as I will
spenk and testify of you now, ya.i sweet
martyr, once my lovely, smiling child.
Once more I must speak of the time that
we spent together on the Sea-Alp In snow
and beauty.
She had been forced to become accus
tomed to seeing little of me, who was turn
ing day Into night. She bore It in the silent
hope that her time would come.
In that autumn night, in the storm, when
the beautiful woman came to me through
terror and death to call me to the throne
of my fathers; when Gebhardt threatened
to hold me back by force; when my crea
tures made him prisoner at my command
then. In the moment of my departure, I
went to her where she lay 111 In bed, told
her briefly of the dangerous illness of the
King and said farewell with lying tender
ness. At dawn the creatures freed the Count.
He tried to follow me at once, but found
all boats useless and the path choked by
the avalanche. So be had to remain a
prisoner in a prison from which there was
no escape for the time being.
Although I had commanded the servants
to keep Becret all details such aa the arrival
of the CountcBs and the imprisonment of
my adjutant, Judica discovered that the
Count had not gone with me. She became
badly frightened, insisted on getting up. and
being dressed and then sent for Gebhardt.
who tried to pacify her as well as he could.
He said that the Prince bad left him behind
purely for the sake of guarding his ailing
wife, and he described my trip as perfectly
safe. He succeeded In lessening her fear
for me, and then he hastened to make ar
rangements to keep secret all tbe wild hap-
penings of the night. That done, he pro
ceeded to help the men who were laboring
to clear the path.
In the night, too, they worked, by torch
light. Oebhardt waa everywhere; now in
the house with Judica, then with the work
ers. To one place he brought pacifying
and cheering words, to another encour
aging and commanding ones. The storm
continued, threw 'the ice floes around on
the lake, howled around the house, melted
the shows on the mountains and tore them
down from the walls.
No news reached the Sea-Alp; whether
the sick King was better or worse, whether
the King's brother had arrived In time or
too late whether he had won across the
lake at all!
. Gebhardt prayed with all his soul; he
was with Judica and prayed, for it still; he
thought of her when he waa not with her,
and yet he prayed for it that the King's
brother had failed to cross.
Of the land, too, be thought when ha
prayed. But more than the land he thought
of Judica.
He himself told ins later.
a.
Even an the first day my poor child ap
pears to have found the open casket and
to have read the book In secret. The faith
ful guardian whom I left behind did not
save her from it.
They who surrounded her could not per
ceive tltat she had received ber death sen
tenet in the book from the man of her love.
When die seemed so strangely happy, so
brightly cheerful In the last days, she had
already determined on her death, she had
done with her grief and pain.
On the third day tha mighty wall of snow
was laid low. Then the girl, who had
already said farewell to the world,
learned It
The King Is dead long live the King.
Gebhardt told Judica.
She listened In silence, gave him her
hand and asked to be left alone, "only
for a bit."
Boon she sent for him, seemed much
moved, and asked fearfully If Heaven, that
had given me my great ofnee, would give
me the needed strength.
Gebhardt replied: "Heaven will surely
do It."
"Our fear probalily will prove Itself to
have been greatly exagerated," lied the
good f i lend,
"He mill reign well and strongly?"
"It is to be hoped."
"I know that he will be happy, which
he can be only if he makes otliei-s happy.
To make a whole nation happy! Think
of it!"
"It Is the highest thing on earth. It is
like a bit of Godtupid lent to a man!"
"8o the King will feel It."
"You know him, too: love him, too."
And she smiled at him. Then she de
manded: "You will go to him today, wlH you
not?"
"The King does not need my services
any longer."
"He needs your friendship more than
ever."
"Unhappily, I must hand In my resigna
tion." "You wish to leave him?"
"Believe me, I must."
"You can do that?"
"Please do not make my decision harder.
It Is difficult enough."
She begged: "Remain with him."
"I cannot."
"I beg you most sincerely to remain
with him."
"The King himself would not wish It."
"He would not wish to keep his most
faithful friend with him?"
She was so full of grief, she begged him
so intensely, that Gebhardt could do noth
ing else than to promise her: "If the
King requires my further services, I shall
remain."
In his heart ha added: "He will not re
quire them. And even If he does. But I
must lie to her."
So he lied to her and had to bear her '
thanks. Then she seemed more quiet. Of
herself she said not a word.
All this Gebhardt told me later, much
later.
Then he sent his resignation to me,
adding the "most humble petition that His
Majesty might leave him In office Ionr
enough to enable him to take the
"Countess" home to her lelative, which
It would not be possible to do before the
end of a week, owing to the still dangerous
weather.
In my own handwriting I acceded to his
wlHh, granted his request, loaded him with
thanks and praise for his faithful services,
and offered him rich rewards. These he re
fused. And with not a word did he con
gratulate me on my accession to the throne.
,
She did It cunningly, the deserted King's
wife.
Gebhardt alone was to accompany Judica
to the Alpine farm. Everything that was
royal was to remain behind.
She closed the book, laid It In the casket,
locked It, and took the key away as If I
never had left It sticking In the lock, as
If she had never read the book In which
the traces of her tears remained behind as
secret witnesses, and put the casket bark
- on my writing table. She took the key away
with her. v Perhaps she threw it Into the
sea where it Is deepest.
After she had done this holy service of
love for me they carried her Into the boat.
Gebhardt sat opposite her and she talked
with him of past times; of the summer day
when he arrived with me for the first lime,
and when she had loved me at once without
thinking that the water was too deep.
That had come Into her mind only when
It was too late. No, not too late! The be
loved one had bridged the deep water. It
waa not his fault tliat the bridge fell in
ruins because the abyss was so great.
She talked of the happy months in the
white house by the aiure sea undet the
palms. How foolish she had been during
the visit to the churchyard when site al
most wished to be buried there, under the
white narcissus, on the seashore! How
beautiful had been the visit to the sad,
good Queeu who had called her her hus
band's talisman that he waa to hold faat!
To have been his happiness for a short
hour was worth a whole lifetime of pain.
So the little Judica talked on her last
voyage. And the man who loved her more
than his life, sat opposite her, listened
to her, and knew that she longed to die,
and would die.
And he had to let her die!
They carried her up t.o the Alpine farm,
for she was not strong enough to climb
the ascent. And when Judica met Miss
Frits she cried:
"What do you say now that he is King?
Think! He Is King! I am so proud, so
happy for his sake. The Count says that
there Is no danger for him now. Do you
know what I ttnnx? There never was dsn
gcr. YVe all Imagined It. He. too, Imag.
Incd that he was hopelessly ailing. What
he must have suffered! It cannot ba
guessed. But now all is over, now every
thing will he well. You cannot linaglno
how happy I am. I only wish that ha
knew It."
Only that I should know with what joy
she went Into death for mo, did she speak
thus.
And there came a day.
On the twenty-fifth of May Judica bore
a dead son.
CHAPTER XXIX.
Miss Frits laid the King's dead son lnt
a cradle alongside of the narrow bed of tha
mother. She decked him with linen and
laid the llrst spring pinks over him. Tha
boy had entered the world with eyes of
the color of his father's. And on his tiny
forehead, between loth brows, he had
wrinkle, deep and rfd like a wound.
Judica lay in pain, uttered no moan, but
prayed silently to Heaven to release her.
She begged that they nrrak the news
gently to her "dtarest King." and to tell
him that everything was well with her,
quite well. The mesaengir who bore tha
dispatch was to bring lwcx the doctor. Hut
If he hurried ever so fust he could not
return before the next morning.
Toward midnight she closed her eyes;
she appeared to have fallen asleep. Softly
Miss Frita arose and went to Gcblutrdt,
who was waiting. She Bata:
"Judica sleeps."
"Thank God!"
"She has not gone to sleep forever."
"Oh!"
"A good sleep may mean life for her
now." "
"Heaven prevent It."
"And suppose she awake and feels that
she will live?"
"Then"
lie did not end his sentence; but Miss
Frits understood. They sat together
silently for a long while. Suddenly the wo
man said:
"She has been happy."
Gebhardt replied: "And she will be
happy even In her death. For she dies for
her love."
Then Gebhardt went tipstalrs to stand
watch.
(To be continued.)
Woman as an Engineer
Miss Annie Ball has Just been licensed by
the Chicago Board of Examining Engineers
to run a stationary engine, and thus be
comes the only woman in that class In
Chicago, and perhaps In the I'nlted States.
She was refused a license upon her first
application. Then she offered to give tha
examiners S1.000 each If she could not take
an engine apart and put It together In their
presence, but was told that was not tha
way to obtain the permit. She submitted
lo an oral examination, but failed, because,
she says, of the "rapid-fire" method of pro
pounding wordy questions. Iater she took
the written examination and came oft tri
umphant with an average of 4.
She took the test not because she desires
to follow the vocation of an engineer, but
for the reason thut, as she expresses It. "I
was told that I couldn't do It." She manu
factures playing cards and composition
goods at S5 Market street, under the firm
name of "A. Ball & Bro.," although she Is
the sole proprietor of the place. Recently
she found her engineer intoxlcuted and dis
charged him and started to operate the
engine herself. The engineer complained to
the authorities, who ordered her to cease
operating the machinery or be fined J23.
"After I had finished the written examin
ation one of the examiners told me that I
was competent to run the city pumping
works or any other stationary plant," said
Mix Ball. "My knowledge of engineering
was acquired from actual experience at my
plant before the present rigid, laws were
pasted and from the study of technical
books. The oral examination which I took
three months ago consisted of such verbes
questions, propounded so rapidly, that I
think only a small per cent of even the
most competent applicants could havs an
swered. , The written questions, also, are
too Involved and wordy, and I have no
doubt that maiy a deserving applicant falls
on this account rather than from tack of
practical knowledge. If the examining
board would have an engine In the examin
ing rooms and ask applicants for licenses
to demonstrate their ability not a few of
those who now fall would be able to gi t
licenses."
Miss Ball has been remarkably successful
as a busiueiw woman. She waa brought to
. Chicago from Holland by her parents when
vrry young, snd lias be-n in business here
since (he Are. 8 he has large interests In
phosphate and real estate near Bay Oily,
Fla., where she operates mining machinery
or directs its operation the greater pat of
every year. Site speaks Dutch, German
and Eng lsh fluently, cin eonverae in French
and has taken courses In law and medicJrte.
"I may complete my law studies and ba
admitted to the bar or flitiah my medical
education and become a doctor If I am told
thut I can't do either," she asserted. Chi
cago Record-Herald.

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