Adventure, June 1911 — page 78: what you’re looking at

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264 pain, I drew the soft, gold-embroidered thing from the breast of my doublet and gave it toher. She took it, and now I saw that she was smiling in a wonderful fashion such as I had never before seen on the lips of any woman, it was at once so sweet and so sad. “You are the only man who has ever served me for my own sake and for no object of his own,” she said softly. ‘You are the truest knight I have ever known, Sir John!” Adventure And with her own hands she passed the scarf across my shoulder and knotted it over my bright cuirass. For a moment I could find no words, nor any power to speak them. Coming to my- self at last, I went on one knee and kissed her hand. ‘‘Princess,’’ I said, my voice quavering in a womanish fashion, for which I felt no shame at all, “you have given me back my knighthood, and I ask no greater joy or honor than to die for you!” TO BE CONCLUDED ENTER, THE ‘HERO BY RUTH COMFORT MITCHELL m OWN through the endless miles B of maguey fields, gray-green and 4 dusty under the glare of the hard turquoise sky, past huddled brown villages, leaving the Pyramids behind and picking up the faint silhouette of Mt. Ori- zaba on the horizon, swaying, lurching, the Vera Cruz train sped eastward, Mr. Gelb- hauser’s new private car “Dianthe” play- ing ‘‘snap-the-whip” on the end. Young Tommy Jerrolds, who had been asked only to play with the Levering girls, and hadn’t said ten words to them since they left Los Angeles, held his usual point of vantage beside Miss Millard, reveling alike in her favor and the scowls of Herman Gelbhauser, Jr., who regarded him wrath- fully from across the aisle. The boy stooped to rescue the book which slipped from her lap tothe floor. ‘‘That’s five times in half an hour! Must be studying hard!” Miss Millard nodded her thanks without turning her gaze from the window. ‘I’m too busy, Tommy.” “Heavens!” he protested, ‘“‘What can you see in this endless pulque-patch? Miles upon miles of smiles, acres of mornings after S She shook her head impatiently. ‘Oh, not this, especially, but all of it—the coun- try—the people—the air—I can’t explainit!”’ Her host leaned toward her, his broad face beaming. “I’m delighted that you are enjoying yourself, Miss Millard. There is, indeed, much of interest—to one capable of appreciating it.” GoOmichdoo SS (C@