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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1907-10-03, Page 71"1"11"1"1"1"1"1"IleteletelefeleteletiefleteleteleteteleltreisteleielefelefeioN"telefelet"tet Che 444440i) mono* By.. ANTOfANTHONY11 e HOPE Copyrighted, 1f94, 1898, by 01.14.444•+•101•Selsielslelsislelelele1e14,444 t'Irr APT= I. ----1. WONDER whenin the 'Maria you're going to do anything, gea Rudolf?" said my, brother'S wife. "My dear Rose," I answered, laying 'down my egg spoon, "wily in the' world ;Should I do anything? My position is 'it comfortable one. I have an ncome :nearly sufficient for my Wants (no one's income is ever quite sufficient, iyou know). I enjoy an enviable social position: I am brother to Lord Buries - pion and brother4o4aw to that most charming lady, his countess. Behold, It is enough!" "You are nine and twenty," she tab- s__ _ ....._ served, "and you've done nothing but"— "Knock about? It is true. Our fami- ly doesn't need to do things." This remark of mine rather annoyed t, Rose, for everybody knows—and there - .fore there can be no harm In referring to the fact—that, pretty and accom- ,plIshed as she herself is, her bunny Is 'hardly of the same standing as the Rassendylls. Besides her attractions, she ,possessed a large fortune, and my brother Robert was wise enough net to 'mind about her ancestry. Ancestry Is, In fact, a matter concerning which the next observation of Rose's has some truth. "Good families are generally worse than any others," she said. i Upon this I stroked my hair. I knew, .fluite well what she meant. h "I'm so glad Robert's is blackr' she cried. ) At this moment Robert, who rises at 7 and. works before breakfast, came in. //le glanced at his wife. Her cheek was !slightly flushed; ho patted it caress- rhigly. 1 "What's the matter, my dearT' he ked. Is. "She objects to my doing nothing and :having red hair," said I in an injured One. "Oh, of course he can't help his hatrl" admitted Rose. "It generally crops out once In a gen- 3eration," said my brother. "So does the Mose. Rudolf has got them both." I "I wish they didn't crop out," said plose, still flushed. "I rather like them mytelf," said I, and, rising, I bowed to the portrait of iCountess Amelia. It My brother's wife uttered an ex- .1Clamation of impatience. I "I wish you'd take 'that picture laway, Robert," said she. "My dear!" he cried. i"Good heavens!" I added. • "Then it might be forgotten," she itsmtinued. i i "Hardly, with. Rudolf about," said 'Robert, shaking his head. L"ed.Why should it be forgotten?" X "Rudolf!" exclaimed my brother's wife, blushing very prettily. x laughed and went on with my egg. 'At least I had shelved the question of *what, if anything, I ought to do. And ,by way of closing the discussion—and Wise, I must admit, of exasperating my 'strict little sister-in-law. a trifle m‘re— I observed: "I rather like being an Elphberg my - When I read a story, X skip the ex- planations, yet the moment I begin to ;write one I find that I must have an e.tplanation. For it is manifest that I :must explain why my sister-in-lays:was iseexed with my nose and hair and why II ventured to call myself an Elphberg. For, eminent as, I must protest, the inassendylls have been for many gen- '1,e-rations, yet participation in their i) lood, of course, does not at first sight g..reify the boast a connection with Food Value Moone/s Perfection Creiun Sodas are crisp squares of wholesome nourishment. 'They are the food that builds strength and muscle. They are as easily digested by the child and invalid as by the sturdy workman. They contain ALL the food properties of finest Cana- dian wheat flour, in a form that delights the appetite. Always fresh and crisp in the moisture -proof pa.ckages. At in crccrsla 1 and. sued pelages Henry Holtp Company tHeleleleletelee++4444-leleteleleleHeletel• the grander stock of the Elphbergs or a. 'claim to be one of that royal house. For what relationship is there between Ruritania and Burlesdon, between the palace at Strelsau or the castle of Zenda and 805 Park lane,. W.? Well, then—and I must premise that I am going perforce to rake up the Very scandal which my dear Lady Burlesdon wishes forgotten —in the year 1733 George II., sitting then on the throne, peace reigning for the mo- ment and the king and the Prince of Wales being not yet at loggerheads, there came on a visit to the English court a certain prince, who Was after- ward known to history as Rudolf III. of Ruritania. The prince was a tall, handsome young fellow, marked (maybe marred; it is not for me to sayY by a somewhat unusually long, sharp and straight nose and a mass of dark red hair—in fact, the nose and the hair which have stamped the Elphbergs time out of mind. He stayed some months in England, where he was most courteously received; yet in the end he left rather under a cloud, for he fought a duel (it was considered highly well bred of him to waive all question of his rank) with a nobleman well known in the society of the day not only for his own merits, but as the husband of a very beautiful wife. In that duel Prince Rudolf received a se- vere wound and, recovering therefrom, was adroitly smuggled off by the Ruri- tauten ambassador, who had found him a pretty handful. The nobleman was not wounded in the duel; but, the morning being raw and damp on the occasion of the meeting, he contracted a severe chill, and, failing to throw it off, he died some six months after tfie departure of Prince Rudolf, without having found leisure to adjust his rela- tions with his wife, who after another two months bore an heir to the title and estates of the family of Burlesdon. This lady was the Countess Amelia, whose picture my sister-in-law wished to remove from the drawing room in Park lane, and her husband was Names, fifth earl of Burlesdon and twenty-second Baron Itassendyll, both in the peerages of England, and a Knight of the Garter. As for Rudolf, he went back to Ruritania, married a wife and ascended the throne, whereon his progeny in the direct line have sat from then till this very hour—with one short interval. And, finally, if you walk through the picture galleries at Burlesdon, among the fifty portraits or so of the last century and a half yott will find five or six, including that of the sixth. earl, °distinguished by long, sharp, straight noses and a quantity, of dark red hair; these five or six have also blue eyes; whereas among the Itassendylls dark eyes are the com- moner. That is the explanation, and I am glad to have finished it. The blemishes on honorable lineage are a delicate sub- ject, and certainly this heredity we hear so much about is the finest scan- dalmonger in the world; it laughs at discretion and. writes strange entries between the lines of the "peerages." It will be observed that my sister-in- law, ;with a want 2If logic that must have been peculiar to herself (since we are no longer allowed to lay it to the charge of her sex), treated. my com- plexion almost as an offense for which I was. responsible, hastening to assume from that external siga inward qual- ities of whicli I protest my entire in- nocence, and this unjust inference she sought to buttress by poinding to the uselessness of the life I had led. Well, be that as it may, I had picked up a good deal of pleasure and a good deal of knowledge. I had been to a Ger- man school and a German university, and spoke German as readily and per- fectly,,as English; I was thoroughly at home In French; I had a smattering -of Italian and enough Spanish to swetu: by. I was, I believe, a strong, though hardly a fine, swordsman and a good shot. I could ride anything that had a back to sit on, and my head was as cool a one as you could find, for all ith. flaming cover. If you say that I ought to have spent my time in useful labor, Dam out of court and ha.-ve nothing to say, MVO that my parents had. no busi- ness to leave me £2,000 a. year and a roving disposition. "The difference ,between you and Robert," said my sister -In-law, who of- ten (bless her!) speaks on a platform and oftener still as if she were on one, "is that he recognizes the duties of his position and you only see the opportun- ities of yours." "To a man of spirit, my clear Rose," I answered, "opperturdties are duties." "Nonsense!" said she, tossing her head. And aftet a moment she went on, "Now here's Sir Jacob Borrodaile offering you exactly What you might be equal. to." "A thousand thanker" I murmured. "He's to have an embassy in sit Months, and Itobert says he is sure that he'll take you as an attache. bp take it, Rudolf, to please me." Now, when my sister-in-law Tarts the matter, in that we, wrinkling her pretty brows, twisting her little hands and growing wistful in the eyes, an on !recount of an idle scamp Mot 'Myself, f� wheaa she has no natural respond. batty, 1 am Visited with compunetkel. Itoretreers thottstit postatto 'that a THE WINGi.TAM TIMES, OCTOBER as 1907 e could pates the time in the position gag- gested with some tolerable =WO. meat. Therefore I eald: "My dear sister, if in six months' time no =foreseen obstacle bas arisen and Sir Jacob invites me, hang mo If I don't go with Sir Iacobl" "Oh, Rudolf, how good of you! I am gladr "Where's he gialpg to?" "Ile doesn't know yet, but it's sure to be a good embassy." "Madam," said I, "for your sake I'll go If it's no more than a beggarly lega- tion. When I do a thing, I don't do it by halves." My promise, then, was given, but six months are six months and seem an eternity, and inasmuch as they stretch- ed between me and my prospective in- dustry (I suppose attaches are indus- trious; but 1 know not, for I never be- came attache to Sir Jacob or to any- body else) I cast about for some de- sirable mode of spending them. And it occurred to me suddenly that X would visit Ituritania. It may seem strange that I had never visited that country yet, but my father (In spite of a sneaking fondness for the Elph- bergs, which led him to give me, his second son, the famous Elphberg name of Rudolf) had always been averse to my going, and since his death my brother, prompted by Rose, had ac- cepted the family tradition which taught that a wide berth was to be given to that country. But the moment Ruritania had come intci my head I was eaten up with cu- riosity to see it After all, red hair and long noses are not confined to the house of Elphberg, and the old story seemed a preposterously insufficient reason for debarring myself from ac- quaintance with a highly interesting and important kingdom, one which had played no small siert in European his- tory and might do the like again. un- der the sway of a young and vigorous ruler, such as the new king was ru- mored to be. My determination was clinched by reading in the Times that Rudolf V. was to be crowned at Strel- sau in the course of the next three weeks and that great magnificence was to mark the occasion. At once I made up my mind to be present and began my preparations. But inasmuch as it has never been my practice to furnish my relatives with an itinerary of my journeys, and in this case I 'an- ticipated opposition to my wishes, I , gave out that I was ;going for a ramble in the Tyrol—an old haunt of mine— and propitiated Rose's wrath by de- claring that I intended to study the political and social problems of the interesting community which dwells in that neighborhood. "Perhaps," I hinted darkly, "there may be an outcome of the expedition." "What do you mean?she asked. "Well," said I carelessly,. "there seems a gap that might be filled by an exhaustive work on"— "Oh, will you write a book.?" she cried, clapping her bands. "That would be splendid, wouldn't it, Robert?" "It's the best of introductions to po- litical life nowadays," observed my brother, Who has, by the way, intro- duced himself in this manner several times , over. 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T was a maxim of my Uncle William's that no man should pass through Paris without spending four - and - twenty hours there. My uncle spoke out of a ripe experience of the world, and I honored his advice by putting up for day and a night at the Continental on my way to—the Tyrol. I called on George Featherly at the embassy, and we had a bit of dinner together at Durand's and afterward dropped in to the Opera, and after that we had a lit, tie supper, and after that we called on Bertram Bertrand, a versifier of some repute and Paris correspondent to the Critic. He had a very comfortable lit- tle snit of rooms, and we found. some pleasant fellows smoking and taIrdng. It struck me, however, that Bertram himself was absent and in low spirits, and when everybody except ourselves had, gone I rallied him on his moping preoccupation. Ile fenced. with.me for awhile, but at last, flinging himself on a sofa, he exclaimed: "Very well, have it your own way. 1 am in love—infernally in love!" "Oh, you'll write the better poetry," said I by way of consolation. He ruffled his hair with his hand and smoked furiously. George Featherly, I saw her glance at me. standing with his back to the man- telpiece, smiled unkindly. "If it's the old affair," said he, "you May as well throw it up, Bert. She's leaving Paris tomorrow." "I know that," snapped Bertram. 'Not that it would make any differ- ence if she stayed," pursued the relent- less George. "She files higher than the paper trade, my boy!" ersong her!" said Bertram. "It *would make It more interesting for me," X ventured. to observe, "if I knew who you were talking about!' "Antoinette Manban," said George. "De Mauban," growled Bertram. I`Ohoi" said I, passing by the ques- tioi of the de. "Von don't mean to -say, Bert"— "Can't you let me alone," • i ,m.; • "Where'S she going to? I asked, tor the lady was something of a celebrity. George jingled his money, smiled cruelly at poor Bertram and answered pleasantly: "Nobody knows. By the way, Bert, met a great man at her house the other night—at least about a month ago. Did you ever meet hint—the Duke of Strelsau?" "Yes, I did," grovried 13ertram. "Au sztremely accomplished man, thought him:" It was not hard to see that Geoteselet ratareatea to the duke Were Intended to aggravate poor Bertram's tsufferInge, so that I drew the inference that the duke had distinguished Mum de Mau - ban by his. attention. She was a wid- ow, rich, handsome and, according to repute, ambitious. It was quite yes, bible that she, as George put it 'svaS flying as high as a personage who was everything lie could be short of enjoy- ing a., strictly royal rank, for the dello was the son of the late king of Burl- tania by a second and morganatic mar- riage and half brother to the new king. He had been his father's favorite, and It had occasioned some unfavorable comment when he had been created a duke with a title derived from no less a city than the capital itself. His mother had. been of good, but not ex- alted, birth. "Ile's not ia Paris now, is he?" I asked. "Oh, no! He's gone back to be pres- ent at the king's coronation; a cere- mony which, eI should say, he'll not enjoy much. But, Bert, old. man, don't despair! He won't marry the fair An- toinette—at least not unless another plan comes to nothing. Still, perhaps, she"— He paused and added, with a laugh, "Royal attentions are hard to resist. You know that, don't you, Ru- dolf?" "Confound. your' said 1, and, rising, Ieft the hapless Bertram in George's hands and went home to bed. The next day George Featherly went with me to the station, where I took a ticket for Dresden. "Going to see the pictures?" asked George, with a grin. George is an inveterate gossip, and had I told him that I was off to Ruri- tania the news would have been in London in three days and in Park lane in a week. I was therefore about to re- turn an evasive answer when he saved my conscience by leaving me suddenly and darting across the platform. Fol- lowing him with my eyes, I saw him lift his hat and accost a graceful, fash- ionably dressed woman who had just appeared from the booking office. She was perhaps a year or two over thirty, tall, dark and of rather full figure. As George talked I saw her glance at me, and my vanity was hurt by the thought that, muffled in a fur coat and a neck wrapper (for it was a chilly April day) and wearing a soft traveling bat pulled down to my eyes, I must be looking very far from my best. .A. moment later George rejoined me. "You've got a charming traveling companion," he said. "That's poor Bert Bertram's goddess, Antoinette de Man - ban, and, like you, she's going to Dres- den—also, no doubt, to see the pictures. It's very queer, though, that she doesn't at present desire the honor of your ac- quaintance." "I didn't ask to bedntroduced," I ob- served, a little annoyed. "Well, I offered to bring you to her, but she said, 'Another time.' Never mind, old fellow, perhaps there'll be a smash, and you'll have a chance of res- cuing her and cutting out the Duke of Strelsau." No smash, however, happened, either to me or to Mme. de Mauban. I can speak for her as confidently as for my- self, for when, after a night's rest in Dresden, I continued my journey she got into the same train. Understand- ing that she wished to bo let alone, I avoided. her carefully, but I saw that she went the same way as I did to the very end of my journey, and I took op- portunities of having a good look at her when I could do so unobserved. As soon as we reached the Rurita- nian frontier (where the old officer -who presided over the custom house favor- ed me with such a stare that I felt surer than before of my Elphberg physiognomy) I bought the papers and found in them news which' affected ray movements. 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