Remorse Page: 49
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A RECRUIT IN DIPLc)X)lIl('Iy
melodrama has got to have a star finish
or the curtain doesn't go dotn at
all."
The- found the princess tip above ini
the comnpanionwav. The elderly count-
ess was with her. She started toward
them with a little, anxious, beseeching
cry which ended in a sob of relief at
Colonel von Altdorf's ind..
Young Mr. Harrington drew the fas-
tened and sealed bundle of papers from
his pocket and held them out.
"Here is your property, madam," said
he. "It appears to be of some value. I
shouldn't leave it about. if I were you.
It only tempts foolish young men to
melodrama." l-e shook his head at her,
humorous!v, and folded his arms behind
him with a little sigh, as if he were glad
to have his hands free once more."These affairs of state!" he com-
plained. "Thev're too jolly serious for
me. I was never cut out for them, I
expect. I expect football is more in my
line. Eh, what? Yes, I expect I'd best
stick to football."
Then, just as lie had finished speak-
ing, and before the Princess Beatrice
could reply, there came from below,
mufied ad an deadened by distance, but
quite distinct, the sound of a revolver
shot.
"W hat was that ?" asked the princess,
quickly. "\:hat was that? it sounded
like a shot."
Young Harrington's eyes met those of
Colonel von Altdorf and lingered.
"That?" said he, gently. "That was
only the curtain signal, princess. It
niarks the end of the play."REMORSE
FIVE out fir ticket: four i:
And twelve for Glories of Di
The petit so uper cost me six-
That s t,entv-sevCen-a mI]en' >->':)"
I do not grudtle a sot tf i"
No: not at twenty times the co;m
For, was not she the radiant guet.
And I her happy, Ihonored host?
"ndI vet, this mornin'gtide,-and yet
I feel one pang my- peace disr.pt-
I wish I had the coin I tipped
That pampered waiter where we supped.
S. H. PETERS.- I II _I~ie~
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Henry, O., 1862-1910. Remorse, prose (fiction), July 1903; New York. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth139397/m1/3/: accessed June 11, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Austin History Center, Austin Public Library.