Somewhere in the West of Europe, lying on a cozy stretch of fertile land, was a principality where love was king of everything and everything was fair. There was a princess, a bright, blithe, buoyant, vivacious miss, who life was a toy and...See moreSomewhere in the West of Europe, lying on a cozy stretch of fertile land, was a principality where love was king of everything and everything was fair. There was a princess, a bright, blithe, buoyant, vivacious miss, who life was a toy and the world a play-ground to. The fires and forces of youth firmly emphasized the dominant spirit and the tender strength of her charming femininity. The courage and confidence of youthful years reinforced the happy contentment of her carefree nature. Yet, often when the twilight fell, hushing the din of the day, and a lone star glimmered in the western sky, whispering with wondrous witchery of the day's decease, she would sit in pensive musing and gaze across more miles than the eye could see, seeming to listen to a vague voice within her, the soft, still call of slumbering love. Across the mountains to the westward, nestling in the lap of the foot-hills, drowsed a little municipality in peaceful but unproductive slumber. The ruling prince was a statesman. A long hereditary line of political marriage and mirage had subdued whatever poesy or romance he might otherwise have possessed. He had the advertising instinct. He was not a visionary, but he had the foresight to realize that an alliance with the striving, thriving community across the mountains would result in good and gain for his own dominion. So he dispatched his heralds to advise King Theold that he was coming to sue for the hand of the princess. The king was old. The years had written their weary record on the scroll of his soul. He desired the princess to wed before the grave sent its silent summons. He exhorted her to marry the prince; but the wee whisper of that subtle power slumbering somewhere in her soul wakened and warned her to war. She donned the peasant's garb, left the grim grandeur and the menacing mockery of the castle, and went out into the world. And there she met one whom ages ago Fate had coupled with her, one who kindled into flame the spark of love and longing that had flickered somewhere in her superconscious being, like a torch showing her soul its way through man's defiance and destruction of nature's prerogatives, to the haven that had been designed and assigned for it. She did not know that he was the prince incognito, nor he that she was the princess; such is the mystery of fate's mastery. But it was given them to see and know and understand. Written by
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