■ ■ ■' — *■ ■■ ■■■ II The Princ BY JOHN £ Copyright, 1908, by "Look, Elise!” she said, "look at those saddle cloths yonder." The archduke followed her motiou, arid understood. It was arnost infernally unfortunate contretemps, but it would have to be met, and at once. 3k "The regent is on the porch,” he said. "1 do not care for her to know of this meeting nor its purport, until after tonight. Madame, will you please be good enough tp conceal yourself; the door is the only exit, and it is impossible now—I will try to prevent her highness entering here, but 1 may fail; I likely shall. Come, Moore," and he hurried out. But Madeline Spencer only laughed, and, winding the veil into place, went and stood by the chimney—hero was a very God given opportunity, and assured ly she had no notion to let it pass unused. And the landlord, slumbering in the hall, had been tardily aroused by the cheering, and coming forth, still half asleep, he met the princess just at the/en trance. "Scartraan," she said sharply, "where are his highness and Colonel Moore?" The landlord awoke with a suddenness that was painful, and which left him staring at her in silly eyed speechlossness. wnai aits you, main »uo demanded—“tell the archdoke I’m here—we shall be in the large room.” This brought back a bit of h’s • senses, and he bowed to the ground, hoping to get back more of them before be need come up. “I will find bis royal highness at once,” be said; “I did not know he was here—I’ve beer, asleep—but if your majesty— your regency—your highness, t mean, will permit—the large room is occupied, I will-” At that moment, Arinand and Moore came out. “Ho it would seem,” the prin cess remarked dryly, “Don't blame the poor fellow, Dehra,” the archduke laughed; “he did the best he could, doubt less, and at my order. We are here on the business I spoke of this morning—it’s finished now, and we will ride back with you, if we may,” m Dehra held out her hand, and gave him the smile she knew he loved. “Of course you may,” she said, “and gladly; but first 1 want a cup of tea—Seartman, the ket tle instantly!”—and before Ar maud could detain her, she was past him and into the room. As she crossed the threshold, she caught the faint perfume that a woman always carries, and which often times is so individ ualized, as to betray her identity instantly. It. was a peculiar odor —the blended fragrance of many flowers—and she recognized that she had known if before; but what was it doing in this room, now!—it was too fresh to be many minutes old. “Armand,” she said, “what woman has been here!” glanc ing laughingly around.—“And is. here still!” and 'pointed with her crop to the veiled figure in the shadow near the chimney. The archduke ground back an oath, arid stepping forward bowed to Madeline Spencer. |> “Madame,” said he, “wfll you do the governor of Dornlitx the favor to excuse him, and to ac cept. his thanks for your servicet Colonel Moore, Ynadame's horse.” “ Je vous remercie, Mom.four le Prince,” sfcf murmured, taking Moore’s arm, and moving with sinuous grace toward the door, llut as she passed the princess recent, who had stcD»ed*aside to give her way, the veil slipped from her faee, ami the two wom en looked into each other's eyes -—the one with a smile of mock ing impertinence, the other with a calmly ignoring stare, and showing, by not so much as the quiver of a muscle, her anger and surprise. And when they had gone, the princess turned her gaze upon the archduke, the blue eyes ominous in their steadiness; and as he would have spoken, she repelled him with an imperious gesture, and gave him her back. “Come, Elise!” she said, and letf the room. In thfe courtyard. Colonel Moore had just swung Mrs. Sp?n cer to saddle, ami was fixing her skirt. Debra paused in the entry until the black horse had passed the gate; then she went leisurely down the steps, waved Moore to Ulli d’fissolde, and let the less Dehra EED SCOTT. John Rend Scott 2?- " groom put her up. Asknowledging Moore’s fare well salute, with her crop, hut no smile, and with never a glance to ward the window, behind whose curtain she must have known the archduke would surely be, she rode away—the lancers again cheerrbg her devotedly as she passed. CHAPTER XVI. A Too Convincing Argument. Colonel Moore went slowly up the steps and into the room, through the half open door of, which he saw the archduke •tending, with chin on breast and back to l'.he fireplace. He looked up, as tlS.e adjutant paused at the threshold, and podded for him to come te. “Ordinarily it would be prop er now for »s to h^ve a good, stiff drink, may be several of them,” he Remarked, “but the only kind tltet fits this situation, so far as I’m concerned, is straight whisky, and I don't be lieve this cursed phice can sup ply it.” “Quite right; it can’t,” said Moore; “I tried the other day —won’t anything pise do?” “No—nothing else; and it’s just as well I cjui’t get the whisky; I may need a clear head tonight." You are not going, sir! Arrnfind nodded. “Going? of course I’m going—why not? and I only hope I’ll get a chance at my sweet cousin, We promised only lo look—to raise no distur bance*—and on Spencer’s account it is right enough that we should do nothing to betray her; but if Lotzen get ir. the way, colonel, we are not obligated to avoid him.” “Why should your highness walk deliberately into the tiger's lair—when another ean go'quite as well, Mid without danger?” Moore protected. The ardidukc took a cigaret and tosse-d the case across to the adjutant. “fb*e»;jse I’m really hunting the tiger,” he laughed; “and t like excitement in good com pany—though I fear it will be a very tame affair.” The other shook his head dubi ously. “It’s not right, sir, for your to expose yourself so unnec essarily—let me go in com mand.'’ “Ncnsense, Ralph, you’re get tirg ir Bornheim’s clasu; quit it. What I wish you would tell me in whether Spencer dnjpped her veil Intentionally or by acci dent.” “It seemed so accidental it must have been intentional,” said Moore. “If I were sure of it, that would eaneel a trifl* more of my obligation.” “Her highness \rill know—” the colonel began, and stopped abafhed at his blunder. “And so will Mademoiselle d’Easolde,” said Armand. “I may have to