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1- The King »** Or . H ' ^•xl^'V^^f^l TH I O OuL HdJllCLi CHAPTER 1. 11 and 111—Hose Revel ft nurse in London was called to the bedside of Mr. Husk lit Liverpool. IV V—Kose U-Jvel was requested by Mr. Husk to send Mrs. ban- deghem home, she having been sent for by Frank Silchester, to take cure of Mr hunk. VI Vll—trann Mieht-BtCT tells the i-urse that the BUk man h <d 1 at his son, and while (r>lnir down the slalrwav hud siluped and 3oral ifd OH ank 0. A waiter tells Miss Kevel that Mr SilcbeBter had Iflt the dick m»n fall down tue stairway. had struggled lows and slid die of the CHAPTER VIII. tfDDENLY she wai roused from her absorption by a sound from the bed. Looking up hastily and crushing tha letter into her lap, Rose saw that the sick man had shifted his position; that, regardless of consequences ha up from his pil- down to the mid- bed, where leaning forward toward her and clutching the bed cflothes tightly, he sat devouring hsr with eyes which glowed in his pale face like danger signals in a miit. Rose utartsd up, unable to repress an exclamation. But the sick man checked her utterances with an imperious gesture, and a glance at the wall In the direction of Mr. Silchester's apartment. "Come here," he whispered, eagerly, but in the lowest possible tones. "Sit here, close to me, in a chair, w*ere I can see your face." "I will do whatever you wish tt you will be quist and let me replace Jrou comfortably," she answered in a y<#c« no loud--v fck&n his own. " She WM quite as determined as he, and enforcers her wishes without delay. When she had again arranged his pillows comfortably and ascertained that he had not displaced the bandages o-a his ankle, she brought a chair close to the bedside, and sat down ia It, facing him. He began without further delay, with the same passionate eagerness as before. "You love someone dearly, with your heart and soul?" '•'Yes," said Rose in a whisper that •was hoarse with a suddun thrill of passion. "For whom you would give up your life, your soul? I see it in your eyes,' he continued with fierce eagerness. "Heaven knows I would!" burst fron the woman's trembling lips. "Ah!" said he, "I knew it. There h a look in your great eyes that only love and sorrow could bring there. You will have feeling—sympathy for me; I know it. Give me your hand." Rose obeyed impulsively, and clasped his left hand, which lay nearest to her, In warm, firm fingers which communicated to the suffering man the healing and help of kindly human sympathy. "You would marry him? You long for it with all your strength?" he asked. Rose drew back a. little, and answered with much less warmth. "I am engaged to be married." "And you love him from the bottom of your heart?" .. Oh; T_of course I like him—well enough." "But it Is not he you love like that, with passion, with all your might?" "Oh no. That is my sister." Her voice shook on the word. "She is dead?" he asked, softly, with a gentle pressure of the hand. "No, no, not that, but—dying, I am atraid." "Dying! And you away!" "I could do her no good. There is only one thing which could save her now." "And what is that?" "To pass the winter abroad. The cold of our climate here will kill her, we are afraid." "Then why do you not send her away?" "Ah. sir, need you ask that?" "Well!" "We cannot afford it." "So!" He asked no more, but lay for soms minutes slowly stroking his beard, as if In deep thought, his eyes fixed on the counterpane. At last he raised his head, and gazed into her face long and penetratingly. "You love your sister better than anything in the world, you say." "Yes." "What would you do. what would you gl Te _to be able to send her for the winter wherever the doctor thought best, well-provided with money to obtain whatever she might want, to stajr Kt tie best hotel, to enjoy harself T" "I would give," began Rose, tremulously. Them she broke off abruptly. And burst out In a bitter, fierce tone: "I would give nothing. For I have nothing to give. What money I had aayed is all gone—elsewhere." -'Your lover—your betrothed, does be ask money of you?" Hose flushed scarlet "Young men are foolish," she said, »urriedly. "They get themselves into difficulties " "But they should not want the woman «rho loves them to get them out," interrupted the sick man, gravely. "Why not?" returned Rose. "Whs •hould a man come to for help hut to tk« on* who loves him?" . "Don't rou lea that he hw in the world—hut other classes fol- j "?Jo. i toot him for an English get- lowed- until disaffection had spread far tteman." destroyed your love by doing so? H« has lost your respect."' She shook her head. "I feel for him very much as I have always done. I -was never extravagantly fond of him. He is jealous of my sister. And he would not let me take an offer to go abroad, by which I could have saved money and could now have sent her awaj r ." "Why don't you tbrow him over?" "I would if he would let me. I would n«tcr nave accepted him If ne had not worried me into it. I think I love my sister too much to care for a man." "Yet you would do no-thing to help her?" "I can do nothing." "Do you think money is the only good? Have you not your service, your practised care, yo'ir woman's wit?" "None of them are of any use in tha "jam i say tney are," rejoined the sick mtm, with rising excitement. "I say that if you are rei^y to barter your service, your experience, your intellect for three, four, five hundred pounds, to send your sister to Algiers or Madeira, or where you will, there is in the world a man ready to make the bargain. I You hear me? Yon understand?" , "I hear, but I don't understand," answered Rose in a troubled voice. "I will explain, I will explain." And he bent eagerly forward. But Rose got up from her chair greatly agitated. "No, no," she said, "I must not listen. No man would make such an offer for honest service, and the temptation you hold out is so great that I don't trust my powers of resistance. Let me continue to be your nurse, sir, without knowing who you are or what you want of me." "You mistrust me already? Then to what end aj-a your studies in physiognomy, by which you found out I was noble, disinterested and so forth? Are you not gowgr suddenly to the other exti-iMra of unreasonable distrust?" Rose hesitated. "Will you not believe in my face so far *.s to listen to what I wish to tell j you? Then I will leave you free to decide whether you will do my will or i not." She glanced at the sick man's face, at the grave eyes filled with dreamy earnestness, the well-closed noble mouth. Then, bowing her head in acquiescence, she sat down agaia. "You have heara of Sergania," he began. "It is only a little country about the size of your Scotland, but it has importance in the eyes of Russia because it dots not belsog to her. I dare say you know what the tactics of Russia are in such a case. She acquiesces iu the establishment, of a prince over this little country, harasses his government, stirs up revolt among his j subjects, by one mea-ss or another gets rid of the prince, establishes another, pursues the same policy until the timo j is ripe to say to the word: 'See, this litti j country cries aloud tor the strong yet msrci/ul hand of the Czar. To restore peace, and orrler, and content- meat, I take the poor litt'.e land under my protection. Hence'.'orLh it is part of Russia endowed with all the blessings . shed by the paternal government of that | free and happy land.' Seventeen years i ago a king, approved by the great | European powers, accepted gladly by the people, was appointed in Sergania. I He was one of those numerous German princes of deep pride and shallow purse, long title and short territory, at whom you English people are so fond of railing. But he was a conscientious man, of ambition and energy, glad to find an opening for his cramped ac- j tivity, honorably ready to devote himself heart and soul to the welfare of the people over whom he was to rule. His efforts were appreciated and rewarded. He worked early and late, he strove with all his might for the good of his adopted people, and they recognized him as an honest man and blessed him. Nevertheless sorrow did not spare him. The new climate proved fatal, one by one as the years went on, to his children and to his wife, whom he loved as the light of his eyes; until at I last, he was left with only one, a son, and he a weakling. Still he struggled on with his duty, and would not desert even for his child's sake, the land and'people he had made his own. But , at last, when he had grown gray-headed j and old, and when, by his exertions and ! his constant love, his fierce, half-eivil- | ized subjects were increasing daily in : prosperity and peace, the evil angel, | who was always hovering jealously over j king and country, spread his black (wings; and in the shadow of them. I all fair things shriveled and died, and I the peace of that nation was gone lika a dream." The sick man, feeble and inert no longer, sat erect, hissed out the slow words in a burning whisper, and spread out his thin hands with an impressive gesture, to illustrate the falling of this dark shadow on the unhappy land. Rose listened in utter silence, touched by his earnestness, wondering what tha coining revelation would be. In tha lame low. deep tones he continued: -The king knew that the end wai coining. The discontented, who exist In every country out of heaven, were Atirred into revolt Russian money cir- Vilated amo»f his courti«r*—courtiera •it the class most susceDtible to OQITUD- and wide throughout the country. Twice the king's life was threatened; he did not care for that, he had done a life's work, and if it had not been for his son, he would have given up the fight gladly. But before he died, he must provide for the safety of his only child. At last, harassed on every side, his person threatened, his authority disregarded, he determined to make one last effort, to seek the protection of a foreign power for his son, its assistance for himself." The sick man's voice was getting lower, his tone more earnest still. "They left the country secretly, as the father thought, giving out that he was on a visit to a country house of his, where he always lived the retired lire of a private gentleman. They reached the country to which they were bound; "And now?" "For a Russian spy." "Then he must be a very clever on«." "So clever that when he spoke to me, saying civil things on indifferent subjects, working his way in a measure into my confidence, until I avowed that I had lost my son, I had no suspicion of him, or of his offers of advice and help. He was spending the night in Liverpool, he said: he woujd take me.to a good hotel, do- all in his power to help me. Stilt, ) suspected nothing until this morning. He had offered to take me to the offices erf the steamers to make inquiries, and had even pretended to find out yester- d-ay that no vessel was leaving, r« had left for New York that day. At the last moment, however, his cleverness failed him. I knew as I fell downstairs VilC l^fJUJAUj \\f T* ilW->U- l.li*^J n^*^ W u «—— i i i.a,llCVi UiLii. J. Ct-uv^ *< u.o i.i.v-j,i v*— •• it was familiar to the king; he had | that my sprained ankle was no acci- been at college tbere. They arrived at the cas'ial, alone, and as they thought, unknown; put up at an hotel. The tather, believing they were safe, left his son In tbe hotel—for he was delicate and the rapid journey had tried his strength—while he called at the house of the chief minister, whom he had formerly known. The minister was out of town. The king returned to the hotel where he had left his son, and found that he was gone. A gentleman, 80 said the manager, had called and told him that his father had sent for him. Now this," continued the sick man, j raising his voice and stretching forth ' his right hand in passionate excitement, "was a subterfuge—a lie, I had not sent for him!" "You!" cried Rose Revel, rising to her feet, in bewilderment. "Then you "The king." He had scarcely uttered the word when there was a knock at the door, which Rose had taken the precaution to lock. Her patient made one rapid gesture of caution, and sank hack into his former apparently lethargic state. Rose crossed the room and opened tbe door a very little way. Mr. Silchester oi ine gcULlt , mc was there, his dressing-gown wrapped Mr si i chester . round him, with the accustomed smile I .. . - . on his face. "I am afraid you are having some trouble with your patient; I heard a voice," said he. "Let me help yon." "No, don't come in, sir," said Rose, stamping her foot, and glancing at the bed with ac assured expression of harsh impatience; "I can manage him. He's gone raving mad now—says he is a king?" "Poor fellow!" said Mr. Silchester, with the same ix-novahle smile. "But I'll quia; him, you may be sure. He shan't disturb you again, sir. See. he's as still as a lamb. I've shown him I won't stand a-ii nonsense. I've done right, I hope, sir?" "Perfectly," said Mr. Silchester. She had drawn asid-e the screen, so that he could see the patient lying back quietly on his pillow. With a nod of entire approval of her avowed harshness, Mr. Silchester withdrew. Rose re-locked the door with a ghudder. CHAPTER IX. OSE REVEL listened until she heard the key turn in tbe lock of Mr. Silchester's door, and trfen went to the bedside. Her patient was listen- dent, and I was unwise enough to let him see that I knew it. At least that is my impression." "I wonder," said Rose, thoughtfully, "if he is really a spy, and worse, as you think, that he trusted any one but him self to remain with you, sir?" "He has some business in this town, whether it concerns me or not I do not know. He M-as forced to trust some on« a little it it had not been for the happy accident which brought you here by mistake, I should have been now in the hands of a woman whom he couH trust thoroughly." "Instead of which, sir, you are in the hands of a person whom you can trust thoroughly." "Indeed, I betteve so," answered the king, gravely. "And now I will tell you what I want you to do. You are a woman of brains, of education, -with a splendid face " Rose smiled. "For my purpose," added the king, noticing her expression. "A face which is a libel on its owner, until some moment comes when the real feeling flashes through. Take care that those moments do not come in the presence of the gentleman whom we perforce call I want you, if he is alive, to find my son, to watch over him, to devote your care to him, as you do to me. I am afraid I have trained my boy unwisely. Bearing always in view that he was to rule my kingdom when I was gone, I have been too intent on the scholarly training of his mind, have dwelt too much on the importance of book knowledge, to the neglect of some neeiful nuallties of alertness and caution, perhsps even to the injury of his physical health. So that he is peculiarly unfitted to battle with hostile wits. I want you not to rest in your search until you find him, alive or dead. If my boy has already fallen a victim to the will of the Czar.you can .do nothing more but inform my executors of all the circumstances. But if Siegfried is alive, you are to -watch over him as if he were your own child, on any pretense you please to keep rear him, to strengthen him for the trials of a sovereign, or for the struggles of a pretender, to care for his life as you would for your own, for the sake of the health and ease which I try to bestow on your beloved sister." His voice ceased suddenly, and he remained looking with intent eyes upon her fact;. "But, sir," began Rose, hesitatingly, in the same low tones that both had used throughout the conversation, "you will be able to do all this yourself much better than I. I would, indeed, if I ing too. "Is he in his room. do you think?" he whispered. "Vp^" answered Rose, in the same:"- — - . - , could, carry out your wishes to the letter, I)ut what can I do more than you?" "Just so much as the living can do more than the dead," solemnly answered the fugitive king. "I am not —"Your Majestj The fugitive king turned his eyes upon her with a sad smile, "No, call me as you did before. I my old on«, so surely am I lying on a bed from which I shall never rise again." Rose shivered. It was not difficult, so suffering INU, i=«ui u, c *.= j^ u ^ """;" ; erey and drawn with suffering did his have no majesty leit. now And I think | E > lamplight, to imagine f i „*. _ mn 4-^. »'onifi- la^V fViT- arnrtt-ir J.<*^^ jw*- t ^ I have no empty vanity left for empty titles. Come nearer. Whether that man is listening or not, I must speak to you tonight. Perhaps I may never have the opportunity a^ain." Rose could not answer. The mystery and interest which surrounded the figure of the unhappj king were so strong that she felt already that she was prepared to do whatever he might want of her. She began, too, to have some idea as to what his wishes might be. Standing close to the bed, therefore, with bead respectfuly bent, she listened to the rest of his story. "I told you," he went on, "that my his words prophetic. "Oh, no," she said, trying to speak cheerfully, but in a voice which shook in spite of herself. "Wait until I bring your son to you, or take you to him." He interrupted her, laying his hand with an abrupt movement on her arm. "Fulfill that promise," said he, emphatically, looking straight into her eyes. "You will not be able to bring my son to me on earth; bring him to me, without reproach, as he now is, in heaven." Rose bowed her head. An instinct of energy <md determination, such as, with all her force of character, she had never before known, sprang up in her The f««i- boy 'had been taken away. I was .ucvci o^«.^. — , -r — scarcely in the right possession of my ' and told her she would try. eenses. The people of the hotel were live went on: kind, stranger as I was: they did not "If you succeed in finding my boy, as know my reasons for believing my boy nsmething in your fiery black eyes tells to be in evil hands; they assured me Jie "** """* *""~ "*""*' *•* "*** would come back. I knew better. I found out that he and the man who had taken him had gone away in a hansom, called from a cabrank close by. I questioned the other cabmen there, and «o tracked out the man who had driven them, and learned from him that they ia« yon win, you win have Hrst to Lord Melpas, the minister, on his 'bo- half. I have written to him, and prepared him for our' coming. You will find him charming to speak to, but difficult to induce to take actiim where no immediate benefit to him or nls party is concerned. But he is an old ac- had alighted at Euston Station. This quaintance of mine, and perhaps the confirmed a suspicion I had con- ! circumstances may do something." ceived that there was an intention of j "will you not write to him again carrying my boy off to America. I tooi yourself now, sir? I will take care that a ticket to Liverpool, and scarcely no- the !-t^r is not intercepted." "On this side of the post But on the other.-Ah young lady you have not what I did or said, or what com- I had for my journey, I took pn , mv P Uee in a train which was on the \ been xn diplomacy. Listen. My son I imagine what fate ' poor inexperienced ! roused by a. man's voice, and I saw for i the first time that I had one companion —the person who has since introduced himself to me as Mr. Silchester." "Then you don't think that is his name, sir?" "No I belieye that he has been set OB to track me, to betray me." "Yom thourht no from tifc» first, sirf- it together, is a man of his word. I have his ise in writing, and he mine, this arrangement to be carried out atall hazards. She is now in England, at Scarborough, where she is staying with English friends. I wish my son to live %i England, sufficiently near to make th« aoqoalntaao* of the princess, who hi to common witE him, fn IgnoraHc« ot our intentions with regard to their marriage. They are both amiable, -well- looking and of the same refined tastes and accomplishments, in every way admirably suited to each other. She is heiress to her father's property, which is large, and that will assist my son when the time comes—as it will come —when the people I have ruled over cry out for the son of their king, and, backed by the voice of Europe, my son will wear in peace the crown I have borne for sev«nteen years in struggle and strife." He stopped as suddenly as before, but only for a few moments. Still holding her fascinated eyes under the «p«U of his, he asked: "Are you willing to undertake such a charge ^s this?" "Yes," whispered Rose, who felt as if she was under a spell. "Give me the pocket-book you took downstair* with you." Rose, went to the wardrobe, and took it from the shelf on which she had placed It. The kiBg took it from her, opened It, counted out notes, to the value of five hundred pounds, and held tie possibility of their receiving the very rustle of which was like a breeze of hope and health for her sister, towards her. But she hesitated and «rew back, with her eyes turned away from the splei_did temptation. "I cannot take it," she said in a low voice, very quietly pressing the palms of her hands together, as if to shut out the possibility of their receiving the bribe. "You say, sir, that you are poor, and that your son is in exile. Now, supposing your fears for yoursolf are well-groufided. how could I take what is the right of your son?" The aick man smiled. "I told you I was poor when I was Ohosen king. But the laborer ia worthy of his hire, and I have saved money during these seventeen ysars. I am fond of money; I am never lavish with it; and if I off«r five hundred pounds, believe me, king though I am, I do not give it for a small thing. See, here is health and happiness for your beloved sister, In return for your promise to cherish and protect my beloved sou." "But if I should not be able to find him? If, supposing I found htm, I could not give him tie protection you speak of. What am I? A weak woman, and your enemies, if your fears are justified, are clever men with a treat power behind them. What safety could I offer the child?" "Well, it is my tumor to believe you can save my boy. I have my superstitions, like all other men, and they are stronger than reason. 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