Castle Craneycrow

ord Bob, The handsome face of the young prince had been in his thoughts the night before until sleep came, and then there were dreams in which t

g columns to him. He is to marry an American heiress, and some of the Lon

admires him, too, it seems

t, but not often in London. He is seldom here,

olton got that nasty little one of hers for two hundred thousand, didn't she? T

rich, and he's no end of a swell in sunny Italy. Really, the match is the

to my limited knowledge, I think they are the only satisfactory matches that have

don't like Itali

t, perhaps, but I believe, on the whole, I'd rather put the money into a general menag

o is very much of a gentleman, and Bob says he is v

him. Then I saw him while I slept. He is mu

ght? He certainly made an i

less, overworked and underfed littl

abs

apartment to collect nickels for the vilest hand-o

at dream as you sit here. Wait till you

ow a bomb with beautiful accuracy-the Laselli duke, I think. C

d I can't say that the count

lling. A couple of poor, foolish American girls elevate them both to the positio

and was a mystery to all save Lord Bob. Dickey Savage was laboriously non-committal until Lady Jane took sides unequivocally with Quentin. Then he vigorously defende

ady Saxondale, her pretty face beaming with excitemen

Lady Frances. I n

was, I'

e be? It seemed for the moment, as his mind swept backward, that he had possessed a hu

ated Dickey, solemn

is, you know. My boy, if she says you had a sweetheart, you either

rem," observed Mr. Savage, sagely. "

count them, Mr. Savage, even if h

mine backwa

ning a

teens, none at present. No

sweetheart of mine, Lady Saxondale? Whom

or eight years ago, up to the time she went to

er as the fairest creature the sun ever shone upon. For six solid, delicious months she was the foundation of every thought that touched my brain. And then-well, what happened then? Oh, yes; we quarrelled and forgot each other

away with her. And now she's to be a real live princess." Lady Frances created a profound sensation when she resurrected Quentin's boyhood love affair wi

have such a deuced antipathy to the prince. Intuition must hav

t pretty child-that's all she was-and I'll warrant she wouldn't remember my name if

y Jane, ecstatically. Dickey Savage looked sharply at her

fifteen, I'm quite sure. I think I was in love with a young widow fourteen years my senior, at the tim

rd Bob. "We met them in Paris five years ago, on our wedding trip, and she was undecided until I told her she might take a house near the king's palace in Brussels, such as it is, and of

see the boat races, but there is a pretty well established belief that she came be

hile I'm here, just to see what ti

ce to ask if she remem

you've grown olde

ou are not married?"

my traps I have a picture of her when she was fourteen, taken with me one afternoon at a tin-typer's. If I can find it, I'll show it to her, jus

en if she is to marry a prince. I tell you, Phil, she

complexion, such hair, such a

Dickey, and was properly

t sentence, Lady Frances, as a novelis

ld describe her,

ncess, and she knew me when I didn't know enough to appreciate her. Her eyes were blue in the old days, and her hair