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BEGIN HERE TODAY Paul I, King of Northumbra, becomes private citizen Paul Perrone when he surrenders his throne and marries Ardath Richmond, Canadian-born actress. But Paul and Ardath, after a few weeks, do not find the freedom they seek; the eyes of the world pry in on them; the Countess Di Marco and her gay crowd at the Bay St. Francis prove pretty vacuous. So Paul takes the advice of his old tutor, Dr. Sonders, now a famed archeologist, and leaves his villa. He and Ardath tour Europe and in Paris Paul, resenting a slur of a French columnist about Ardith, knocks the writer down. Stain No. 1 is left on ‘the ex-king. As time goes on Paul becomes inoreasingly restless. He suggests the. Argentine, in the United States, Ardath begins to fear lest Paul become bored with her. He swears his love, yet the shadow of the lost throne seems always to pursue them. , Then one day Paul buys a sailing ship, thinking this is the one flavor in his new life he needs. But as he buys it he realizes that his hard-bought freedom is a thing pretty close to boredom after all. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

The characters and sifuations in this story are wholly fictional and imaginary and are not intended to portray any actual persons or events.

CHAPTER EIGHT

AUL was not long in discoverAL ing that whatever yachting he did on the waters of Bay St. Francis he would do alone. Ardath received the news of his purchase of the sloop with a murmured, “Oh, darling, how nice!” and she dutifully made a tour of inspection with him, exclaiming: prettily over the little boat's compact and robust beauty; but she very quickly made it clear that she was content to admire the craft from a safe and stable vantage point on the shore. He did persuade her to go for one sail out into the bay. A stiff southerly breeze. was blowing, and when the boat heeled over and dipped its lee rail under the foam Ardath squealed with panic and gripped . Paul's. arm desperately. Furthermore, when they got out into the open and met the long

became extremely seasick and miserable, Thereafter, Paul went to the boat alone. \ He himself was as delighted with the boat as he had expected to be. Voluble Jonas Coffin had not overstated its qualities; it was sturdy and rugged, it showed a neat turn of speed, and it rode the waves with a light buoyancy that spoke well of its qualities as a deep sea cruiser. True to his promise, Paul renamed

excursion to that waterfront dive in Marseilles last week wasn’t exactly the essence of childish innocence. And those two ballet dancers the countess has—" “Oh,” she cried angrily, “can’t we be a little broadminded?” And so it went; an argument that hung on, like a sullen thunder cloud that will not break, to darken all the rest of the day for them. For they did not seem to be able to let an argument drop, these days. Now and then they had an outright quarrel. There were reconciliations afterward, of course—feverish reconciliations, in which they strained to each other, exhausted their vocabulary of endearments, and - tried pathetically in a frenzy of lovemaking to reassure themselves that everything was as it had been. But everything was not as it had been, and it grew harder each week to disguise the fact.

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T was about this time that Paul fell into the habit of spending a night ‘on his sloop now and then. The first time he did it followed a more than ordinarily heated spat

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it “Irene,” with a smile for the: quaint New Englander from whom | he had bought it. And he found, as the weeks] passed, that the boat was not only | a diversion but a place of refuge. For it was becoming increasingly hard to pretend that life at the villa was going along smoothly. There seemed to be a thousand little sources of irritation that had not existed before; irritations that grew out of his own steadily mounting dissatisfaction with the life he was leading.

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HE Countess di Marco and Reggie Van Twyne seemed to be underfoot constantly. He and Ardath would be finishing breakfast on the balcony; a motor would hum in the drive, they would hear footsteps on the gravel, and thzre would be the countess’ voice, inexpressibly gay and cheerful— “Hello, darlings, are you up?” And presently she would be on the balcony with them, exquisitely groomed and always looking a little artificial, perching on the table and inundating them with

the details of so-and-so’s party or

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planning some excursion or fete together and he would find himself drawn along after them like a helpless skiff eddying in the wake of an ocean-going tug. Or if the countess failed to show up, Reggie was sure to appear. lawn from the beach, grinning and impudently sure of his welcome, with his weary, old-young face looking like the face of a depraved cherub; he would airly, “Hello, soaks.” and sprawl! on and then, before he quite knew how it had happened, Paul would find that he and Adath had hurried upstairs to change their clothes for a motor trip to Juan les Pins or some pizce There were dozens of villzz zlong the coast, and Paul and Ardzin nzd dined, teaed, danced, lunched gone to costume balls. it seemed in

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way to the villa, “aren’t we seding just a little more than we really need to of these people?” | | She did not answer until they had reached the door of her dressing room. She let him follow her in, and tossed her beach rohe over a chair, “Dearest, need we go all over that again?” she asked wearily. “We can’t vegetate here in solitude, you know. And these people are nice. You used to like them . back in Northumbra.”

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The contrast which they gave to the unending stuffiness of palace life had seemed infinitely refreshing. Buf now . . . “I know,” he said. “And yet— must we see them all the time?” She removed her bathing cap and inspected her coiffure carefully. “Would you prefer to go to Paris and mingle with the guests of the Duc de Monmiral?” she said. Paul flushed, remembering the mortifying outcome of his last effort to transfer his allegiance to a more serious class of society. : “After all,” she said, “there’s no harm in these people. Is it such a crime to get a little pleasure in life? Is it wrong to be light-hearted?” Paul frowned thoughtfully. “There is harm in some of them,” be said. “Reggie Van Twyne’s little

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cles and went down to the snug little cabin of the Irene. He awoke the next morning, feeling unaccountably free and lighthearted. He tried that remedy rather often, in succeeding weeks. Ardath seemed puzzled, at first, but she never ute ‘tered a word of protest. Paul began to suspect that as long as she was lgft free to guide them through the tortuous maze followed by the Countess di Marco and Reggie Van Twyne, she did not care greatly what he did. And his boat came more and more to seem like a haven to which he could escape at intervals and renew his strength. It was after oné of these nights on the Irene that Paul unintentionally brought about one of their sharpest quarrels. : The morning was bright and fresh. His body was tingling from his plunge in the bay; and he strode up to the villa whistling cheerfully, feeling that life was simple, after all. He went to Ardath’s bedroom. She was propped up among the pillows, glancing at the morning mail and sipping a cup of tea from a bed tray. Paul sat down beside her and slipped her arms about rher shoulders. “Dearest,” he said. She smiled

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“I had a caller this morning, on the boat,” he said. “A little ragamuffin named Pierre. He’s about 10 years old. His father runs that little tobacco shop at the end of the quay. Pierre swam all the way out to the boat to see me—it must have been half a mile. He came aboard as naked as a cherub. I put my bathrobe on him and we sat there and discussed the fishing business. He suggested that I take the Irene and go into the:trade in earnest; he offered to be my manager and said he'd look out for my interests ashore and see that I got the best prices.” He grinned. ‘“He’s a great kid.” Then he tightened his arm about her. “Ardath—couldn’t we have a boy of our own?” She said nothing. If she stiffened slightly beneath his arm he did not notice it, so intent was he on developing the idea that had come to him. 2 » ” * HAT a place to bring up a Y youngster!” he said. “He'd grow up brown as an Arab and strong as an ox. We could get a

older he could go back to Northumbra to school. And we—we'd have some point to our lives then, something real and great to bind us together and—” “Paul!” she said, drawing away and turning to face him. “Are you insane?” “A baby!” she repeated. what are you thinking of!” He looked at her in mounting dismay. “All because some street urchin swam out to your old boat! Paul, what could we do with a child if we had one? How could we bring one up here? And Dbesides—"” she put a hand on his wrist—“I'm getting on for 40, Paul. I'm not one of these healthy farm women. I'm—" she looked down at her slim, delicate body—“I couldn’t. It might kill me.” Little red spots were glowing in her checks. Paul sat for a long minute, looking into her eyes, reading there nothing but defiance and angry surprise. At last he stood up. “I'm sorry,” he said, coldly. “I won't mention it again.’ As he went to the balcony to wait for breakfast he let himself feel, for the first time since he had left Northumbra, that giving up his throne had been a terrible and irreparable mistake.

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MILLICENT

ILLICENT LAWSON placed a fleeting kiss on her mother’s forehead and hurried off. On the street car, on her way to her first day on her first job, she felt herself becoming increasingly nervous. Until her discovery, a few months before, that her father’s: sudden death had left her mother and herself almost penniless, she had never dreamed that it would be necessary for her to leave college and find a job. She had only a sketchy knowledge of typing and knew nothing whatever of office work. However, she could learn, she had told herself, if some one would only give her a chance. . . . Mr. Franz, bookkeeper at the small Hartzon Armature Works, and an old family friend, had finally persuaded Mr. Hartzon to give Millicent a job as general office assistant, but he had warned her that Mr. Hartzon was an exacting man to work for and that he had a marked aversion to inexperienced employees. “Just don't get nervous,” Mr. Franz had told her, “and I'm sure you will get along all right. Ill teach you the ropes but, for heaven's sake, don’t let Hartzon get wind of the fact that you haven’t had any previous experience whatever, or it will mean my dismissal, as well as yours!” ” 2 ” ¥ ACING these trying conditions, Millicent arrived at the Armature Works, and climbed the stairs to the dingy second-floor offices. Mr. Franz took charge of her, and | gave her all the necessary instruc- | tions. “To begin with,” he said, “you will rave to take care of the switch=| board.” “Switchboard!” “Don’t worry,” he reassured her. “Frere are only occasional calls in

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IVE minutes later, a well-dressed man entered the office. “I'd like to see Mr. Hartzon once,” he said. “Oh, you're Mr. you?” said Millicent. The man nodded, and she showed him to Mr. Hartzon’s door. She assumed that Mr. Hartzon expected to make a successful transaction with him, and prayed that such might be the case, for then he might forget her deficiencies. Presently, Mr. Hartzon, accompanied by his visitor, emerged from his office, but his face did not show the cheerfulness Millicent had expected. “We're going out to lunch,” he growled, glaring at her. . As they passed through the doorway, the switchboard buzzed, and Millicent took the call. It was a customer making an -inquiry in regard to his bill. Millicent looked for Mr. Frantz, but he had left the room, so she got out a ledger: to look up the customer’s account. She laid the heavy book on a windowsill and began to search through it. Then, the buzzer sounded again and she turned to answer it. As she did so, her elbow struck the heavy ledger, unbalancing it. Tt slid out the window! Millicent looked out just in time to see it land squarely on a man, sending him sprawling onto the sidewalk. Horrified, she saw that it was Mr. Hartzon’s companion, who had just emerged from the building with her employer. ” J ”

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and burst into tears. What in the world would happen to her now! Then, she heard some one hurrying up the stairs. It was Mr. Hartzon. Before he could utter a word,

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| “Do you call yourself a typist!” he | roared, slapping the typed sheets of i paper down before her. “I ought to fire you for handing me work like that!” For five minutes, he raged over a few little mistakes she had made, told her to do the job again, then stalked back into his office. Millicent was on the vérge of tears. He hadn't definitely dismissed her, but he surely would after this. Mr. Franz did his best to comfort her. About an hour later, after she had redone the typing and turned her second effort to Mr. Hartzon, he again came into the outer office. She thought that he had probably reached” his decision about her inability to handle the work, but instead, he now seemed cheerful. “Miss Lawson,” he said, “I'm expecting an important visitor—Mr. James. Show him in immediately, and please‘ see ‘that I'm not disturbed.” 2 : -

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{ To her astonishment, he threw | back his head and laughed. |. | “Why, you poor little thing!” he | said, seeing the tear streaks on her | face. “I was going to fire you after { you let that man into my office, but, now I've come to tell you I'm going | to give you a raise!” i YA raisel” | “Yes—that man you just knocke out had robbed me!” : “Robbed you! But you walked out of here with him!” “Yes—because he had a gun in his pocket, trained on me. He wanted to make sure he made a clean getaway after he forced me to hand over all the cash in the safe, so he was taking me along for security, . . ” THE END

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