One Day

aul Zalenska, listlessly looking over the "Society No

ns, accompanied by Henri, Count de Roannes, of Paris, have taken

ould it be? Surely there could no

itania is to sail for America on th

bered many unaccountable impulses of his own when his life was young and his blood was hot. He re

reason why

m unwilling to waste a single hour of it, Father Paul-wouldn't you be? A

is yours-when you want it, and where

Father Paul, a

bear the idea of having him away from her. Old and steady as he had now become, he was still her boy, the idol of her heart. Yet she felt, as her son did, that the Boy was entitled to the

knew far better than his wife how real was the claim their young guest had upon t

ly by Vasili, were to sail for America on the third of J

ska from an upper deck watched the party he had

ger when, with a hasty glance, he had assured himself that the Frenchman was as old

as she tripped up the gang-plank, clinging to her father's

tance, but possessed an exquisite roundness of figure and softne

d and his mission to his little kingdom. But of late he had kn

f a real man can I ever be? What am I but a petty pawn on the chessboard of

rencontre, looked back over her shoulder at him and-smiled! And such a smil

it from the very first, a

t end? How

very young-oh, v