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

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

AUL followed the aid to the motor car. The driver spun the wheel, turned about and guided the car on a swift drive through the city, out beyond the last factories and mine buildings, and across the darkening moors. Dusk turned to night, and the car at last swung off the road and down a graveled drive between formal rows of poplars. Dimly, Paul recognized the place as one of the summer estates of Baron Lanzia. The car drew up before a great 19th century manor house. The aid guided Paul in through a side entrance, and led him — by some little-used back hall, apparently—to a second floor apartment. - A guard stood aside, and the aid tapped on the door. It opened, and the aid asked Paul to go in. Paul entered, and .the door closed behind him.

Joseph was standing by a window, precisely as he had been the last time Paul saw him, in the royal lodge the night of the abdication. He came swiftly across the room and took Paul's hands in his, pressing them hard; for a long minuie the brothers looked at each other without speaking. “Well, your majesty,” he said, smiling. “You see I did come back.” “You did come back,” repeated Joseph unsteadily. He hesitated, and added, “To stay?” “No. No, Joseph, not to stay. I am going away again, and this time I am going forever.” “Where are you going?” Paul shrugged. “I don't know. Does it malter very much?” ; “To me it matters very much indeed. . . . Paul, why did you come back?” Again Paul shrugged. “To look for something I had lost, I suppose.” “Did you find it?” Slowly, Paul shook his head. “No. It is beyond finding, by now. I shan’t bother to look for it again.” “What was it?” - Paul smiled a one-sided smile. “If I wanted to be tragic, I suppose I would say that it was my immortal soul. Not wanting to be tragic, I shall merely say that I wanted to touch my country again, to see just what it was that I lost by leaving it. I touched it, and I found out. That is all.” There was another silence. Joseph laid a hand on his brother's arm. “Paul, can’t you stay here?” “No, Joseph. It wouldn’t do. Can a King who was too small for his crown stay on beside a King who wears it as a crown is meant to be worn? Can a—" 2 s

“ OU were never too small for it! Paul, Paul, we were always closer than royal brothers usually are. There was never any jealousy between us, never any suspicion or envy or distrust. You were my idol when I was a boy. I loved you, looked up to you, wanted to pattern myself after you. Can't you stay on—for my sake?” Again Paul smiled sadly and shook his head. He took Joseph's hand from his arm and patfed it gently before he released it. “Joseph, we should know by this time that a King cannot ask for . things for his own sake. He can't ask for love or comradeship or the easy, soothing little things that “make life happy. He is on a pinnacle, and he is condemned to be lonely. It is his curse and his privilege. “Kings in the old days had an easy job. All they had to do was govern. Nowadays a King cannot govern his country—he must inspire it. He must stand before it as the embodiment of the things it is to strive for, as the reminder of the dreams it is to dream. That is infinitely harder, and infinitely greater, than to govern. “Let’s look at things honestly. I was given that task, but there was something soft in me, somewhere. I thought that I could be a man, with a man’s homely little desires and weaknesses, when I was born to be a King. You will not make that mistake. You will go on, lonely and often very miserable in your high place, because you can see the thing I did not see until too late—the chariot of fire that your poet Blake talked about, the new Jerusalem that has to be built among the slums and the coal tipples and the factory yards. And because you see those things, your people will move forward just a little nearer to the place where they can actually build that new Jerusalem.”

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E broke off, for his voice had suddenly become unsteady. “I am beginning to talk in pretty flowery language, and that is always a sign that I have said all that I have to say,” he said lightly. “Let's not be tragic. I go and you stay. TI leave my love with you. You know that. Give me yours — and your royal blessing—and I will go.” Joseph started to speak. His voice broke, and he cried, “Oh, Paul!”

and threw his arms about his older

brother. Then, at last, he drew away and mastered himself. “Goodby, Paul, and God bless you,” he said. Paul went to the door. He stopped suddenly. The jeweled sword and . scabbard of some aid lay on a chair. He seized the sword, drew it out, flourished it, and performed _ the~salute, hilt touching his chin, . blade pointing toward the ceiling.

For a moment he stood there, rigid. |

Then he laughed, laid the sword down, waved his hand, and left. The aid showed him to the car, and he was driven back to the wharf.

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HE sloop Irene rounded the last headland and lay over before a stiff east wind. Paul trimmed the sheets and perched at the tiller, with never a glance over his shoulder for the land of Northumbra, falling astern forever. He was on his way—to what? Back to the old life on the Bay St. Francis, with Ardath and all that she offered him? He looked at the horizon ahead and frowned. Ardath would comfort him; she would show him how absurd it was to cry over something that had been irretrievably lost. She would even wind up by persuading him that what had been lost had been well lost. He would grow old there, with her, without a visible care in the world. In the end, probably, he would cease to rebel against the emptiness, the meaninglessness, of the routine of the gay coast of pleasure. He would con-

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form, at last. and be just one more of that coast’s idlers. If not back to Ardath, what then? Well, there was Guatemala, where his old friend and tutor, Dr. Sonders, delved in the ruins of a lost world and brought forth graven records and buried cities of kings who had lived and died and been forgotten. Dr. Sonders had asked him to come and help him, that would be work, a life in which a man might take pride. Or—and he smiled to think of it —there was the town of Camden, Me., with lanky Jonas Coffin looking for capital to set a fleet of barkentines moving along the old trade lanes. He could go there, supply Coffin with his capital, and help the world do its work and move its goods. . . . Or he could go farther, if he chose, to the Western plains, and start the cattle ranch lie used to dream of. . ..

” ”n 2 UATEMALA, Maine and the "western plains lay beyond the Atlantic: but the Irene was stanch and well provisioned; she would take him there, if he wanted to go . and if she did not—did that really matter so much? Back to the Bay St. Francis, Ardath, and a life that would slowly smother his discontent in cushioned ease—or westward, across the ocean

to a new land and a new life? He looked a this chart. South by

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east, for the Bay St. Francis; southwest by west, for Guatemala; westnorthwest, .for the coast of Maine. It was time to set a course. Which should it be? This decision would be final. There would be no turning back, ever again. He looked far ahead at the empty horizon. Across it there seemed to move the sails of the fleets of the kings of long ago, coming out of the past and steering for a future they

could not see; and they seemed to be accompanied by the prayers, the cries and the tears of the people who had trusted them and followed them and believed in them and died for them—an everlasting pageant, moving ghostly along the line where sky and water met. Then the imaginary sails vanished and the sea was empty. Paul made his decision, reached down and marked his course on the chart,

swung the tiller over until the com- . pass needle registered correctly. And | the little sloop sailed ahead, over |

an empty sea and under an empty sky; and the last line of the land fell away behind and was seen no more,

(THE END)

“Confidential Report,” the new daily serial, begins today on Page 8.

ANIE PATTERSON was familiar with the old adage that mirrors do not lie. Even the mottled old mirror which she kept in her desk told her that she was lovely, and that her golden hair was at its best under the indirect office lighting. Moreover, her full-length mirror at home attested to the excellence of her figure, which made her homemade dresses look like Paris. Neither mirror, in short, gave the slightest evidence to explain .why her boss, Bill Kendall, treated her with such indifference. Oh, he took her to lunch occasionally—when he wasn’t taking Phyllis Niven—but he spoiled even these rare occasions by talking business. He discussed his sales problems and asked her advice. When he told her that it- was she, not he, who was really the sales manager of the Niven Realty Co., she, instead of being pleased, could have cried. These thoughts were in her mind when he came up to her desk and showed her a letter from Cliff Sterritt, who had recently resigned from the company to open his own agency down in Florida. Things were booming again, Cliff said. He was offering Bill a half interest in the agency if he would come down. “Will you take it?” Janie asked. ” ” ILL frowned. “No,” he: said. “Too much of a gamble. I admit I don’t make much here, but this agency is established, and Mr. Niven has practically promised me a partnership some day.” One didn’t have to be clairvoyant te know what he was thinking, Janie concluded bitterly. He would be made a- partner when he married Phyllis Niven. “Won't that be just dandy!” she shot at him. Bill gave her a queer look, then walked away. : Well, one thing was certain—she didn’t intend to stay here and watch bis romance with Phyllis build up to a climax. It was only in fiction that the spurned heroine took another hitch in her smile and went out to get her man. An ordinary person like herself simply kept® her chin up, though it quivered a' little, and tried to find someone or something to take his place—if she could. The next day, before she went out te lunch, Janie devoted five minutes to a telephone call and another 10 minutes to her appearance. The recipient of the call was a young man named Roger Crewes, who had given

Janie the only orchids she had ever received.

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A” approximately the same time, Bill Kendall was arriving back in town after a disconcerting morning. He had driven a client into the country to see a house and, on the way back, he'd had a puncture. Now, he found his shirt liberally sprinkled with dirt, and himself late for a luncheon engagement with Phyllis, . He hadn't time to go home for & clean shirt, sc he stopped at Hampstead’s Department Store to buy a new one. He could change at the office. He made his purchase and, as he waited for it to be wrapped, he glanced idly toward a corner salon where the higher-priced ladies’ dresses were sold. What he saw left him with a sudden sense of shock. o Through the curtained doorway of the salon, he caught a glimpse of a girl in a bridal costume, complete from shimmering satin gown to misty veil. A man, smiling and debonair, stood by as she pirouetted slowly. The girl was Janie! Bill stared until the clerk’s “Here you are, sir!” aroused him. “Thanks!” he snapped, and left, bumping into several people on the way out. © Why the sight of. Janie in a wedding gown should give him such a shock was beyond him—unless it was caused by the man who had been with her. So she was going to marry that sap, Roger 'Crewes, Bill thought bitterly. Crewes was managing . director at Hampstead’s and had plenty of money, but a girl like Janie deserved something better than that stuffed shirt! Why hadn’t she told him she was going to be married? Surely he was entitled to that. She had known him longer than she had that fellow Crewes. In fact, until a few minutes ago, he‘d thought she had only a mild interest in Crewes.

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Y the time he reached the office, he was filled with a mixture of dismay and anger. Completely forgetting his luncheon engagement, he sat down at his desk and tried to analyze his feelings, but they defied orderly classification. Then he remembered Phyllis, and called her. When she started an explosive tirade, he hung up. It was shortly after this that

he heard Janie come in. When

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he buzzed for her, she appeared, notebook and pencil in hand, and seated herself beside his desk. How blue her eyes were, he thought. He'd never seen them so blue. He twisted out of his chair, and began pacing the floor. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, stopping abruptly in front of her. . Her eyebrows lifted but, before she could answer, he started talking rapidly. “Don’t do it,” he begged. “You're too real, Janie! , You couldn't be happy in a marriage which wasn’t a, real partnership with anyone. Heaven knows he’d give you anything you wanted, but you'd be just another of his possessions—to be paraded and admired for the attention you drew to himself.” Janie’s brows lifted farther. “Why do you care whom I marry?” she asked. “Why? T’ll tell you why!” he announced fervently. .“Because I love you! Oh, I know I've treated you very casually, but I guess it's because we got on so smoothly that I wasn’t really conscious of how I felt about you. Even at that, I've tried to tell you how much I think of you, but somehow it always

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bit of work.” ” ” 2 ONDERMENT suffused Janie'’s features, but there was also doubt in her expression. “What about Phyllis?” hazarded. “Phyllis!” He seemed genuinely surprised. “I've taken her out occasionally only to be polite to the boss’ daughter.” He moved closer. gripped her shoulders. ‘ “Listen, Janie, I'll take that job in Florida,” he said breathlessly. “We'll go down there and build together. What do you say?” Janie said it by throwing her pencil and notebook into a corner, and her arms about Bill’s neck. “I'll go right out and send a telegram to Cliff Sterritt,” Bill announced when, finally, he was disengaged: He started toward the door, then turned, suddenly solemn. “What about Crewes? You'll tell him right away it’s all off, won't you?” Janie smiled. “Just as soon as you get out the door,” she promised. When he was gone, Janie picked up the phone and dialed a number, “Roger, this is Janie. I wanted to tell you that I've changed my mind . .. . no, it isn’t a question of money .... no, I just don’t think I'd make a very good mannequin. Besides, I have a better offer .. .. You'd meet it? You couldn’t, Roger. No one could. I'm marrying Bill Kendall. And by the way, if that wedding gown I modeled for you hasn’t been sold, please hold it for me—I’ll be right down!” THE END.

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