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Title: An Eastern Princess
Author: Fred M White


Author of "The Robe of Lucifer." etc.


Published in the Kalgoorlie Western Argus, W.A., Thursday 6 January, 1898.


Lady Conway drew her cloak closer around her. Really, the weather was
most annoying. Why are the elements so republican, and why do they
disturb aristocratic picnics the same as they do the cottage of 'Arry
and 'Arriet!

"I hope that I am not causing you inconvenience," quoth her ladyship.

The girl to whom Lady Conway spoke did not seem to be overcome by the
greatness of her visitor, although the latter had confessed her rank and
station. An aristocratic flavor and odor of wealth seemed to permeate
the sitting-room of the cottage where Lady Conway was sheltering from
the storm. Doubtless the other patrician revellers had found havens

"You have not been living here long--er--Miss Anthony."

Corona Anthony's cheek dimpled. An audacious observer might have said
that she was laughing at the questioner. A feeling of annoyance
possessed Lady Conway. People in cottages, especially in cottages
contiguous to Sir Robert's estate, were not prone to treat her in this

"I gather that you are not purely English?" the visitor proceeded.

"Unfortunately, no. But your people are very kind to us."

Lady Conway felt a little inclined to box Corona's ears. She was
puzzled; and few of us enjoy that sensation. The whole thing savored of
mystery. The cottage was small the kind of tenement which in the country
produces about 10 per annum, and yet the furniture was exquisite.

There were few pictures on the walls, but they were gems. As the wife of
an ex-Ambassador who knew the East well, Lady Conway was not blind to
the fact that Conway Court contained nothing finer or more costly in the
way of a carpet than the Persian square on the cottage floor. Those
bronzes were beyond all question Cellinis.

To a certain extent all this was a grievance. So was the beauty of
Corona. A girl living in a 10 cottage had no business to be so lovely
as Corona. Her features had the high patrician cast of the Greek; her
hair was as the glory of the summer morning; she moved about the room
with the grace and ease of a cat. With Marion Crawford and Turgeneff in
her mind, Lady Conway found her thoughts gravitating in the direction of
Nihilism. Some of these foreign desperadoes were fairly well born, and
money was always ready for political crime. Being of a passing
generation Lady Conway had, of course, read 'Idalia.' Corona Anthony was
Idalia revised, and brought up to date.

On the whole, Lady Conway was by no means sorry when the passing
thunder-cloud had spent its force, and she was free to seek her picnic
party once more. The sun shone brightly upon the hanging woods beyond
the river, already the short springy turf was drying fast under the warm
rays. At the trysting-place the revellers had already foregathered.

There were Sir Robert Conway, big and pompous; his son Robert, a natty
young man, with a pleasant, handsome face and a frank smile. Most of the
girls regarded Bob Conway tenderly--it is a way they have with
good-looking youngsters who are heirs apparent to fat investments and
ancient acres. There were nice-looking women, a few diplomats, and Ivan

The latter, an attache of the Liberian Embassy, came sliding up to Lady
Conway, who spoke highly of the fascination of Lobanoff's manner. He had
a slim waist, a sleek head, and a fearfully waxed moustache. Some people
averred that he was not troubled with many scruples. They were wrong,
inasmuch as he had no scruples at all.

"We have missed you," he said. "We were beginning to get alarmed."

"To tell the truth," Lady Conway remarked. "I have had an adventure.
Robert, who are those people who have taken the Red Cottage?"

"Really, I cannot say, my dear," Sir Robert replied. "Magness says they
are foreigners. So long as they pay their rent regularly it doesn't
matter. Why?"

"Because there is a girl there. A most beautiful girl, who looks like a
lady. But you must have seen her. Is she not lovely?"

"Not bad," said Bob. "Dark, isn't she? I've almost forgotten."

Lobanoff smiled. He sidled up to Bob like a cat. He never walked boldly
up to anybody, like other people. He seemed to regard others as his

"You overdid that, mon cher," he whispered. "Oh, yes; I understand."

But Corona Anthony was already forgotten. There were other things to
occupy the general attention. And so the afternoon passed away until the
carriages came and drove the Conway house party home to dinner. Sir
Robert, who found picnics to be out of his line, crept into the library
for a cigar before dressing. There he found Lord Maltravers, Envoy to
the Court of Arsenia, now in England on leave, supposed to be connected
with some important treaty.

"Just the very man I wanted," said the latter. "Have you looked over the

"I have, my dear Mal; I congratulate you. The thing will be a great
triumph for you; a fine thing, commercially speaking, for England. It
will represent the first reversion of Paris or Vienna."

"Not if Lobanoff knew," Maltravers smiled.

"No, he would not hesitate to steal the papers. Just now the fellow's
presence in the house constitutes a positive danger. I feel perfectly
certain he was at the bottom of the disappearance of those precis notes
in Berlin that caused so much trouble when I was there years ago. Why my
wife asked him to come down just now I can't imagine."

"My dear fellow, your wife said the same about yourself. The man seems
to have actually invited himself. I wonder if he knows about those
papers. But Vickers comes to-night and leaves with them tomorrow."

"Good! Take my advice, and give Vickers a hint. You'd better have the
papers now."

Sir Robert proceeded to unlock the safe in a corner of a library. But
the papers in question were not to be found. The pallor of Sir Robert's
face was reflected by the dead whiteness of Maltravers'. In silence
every paper was turned out, but no draft treaty was to be found amongst

"I'll take my oath," Sir Robert remarked in trembling tones, "that I
placed the documents there last night at eleven. I locked up the safe
carefully, and put the key in my pocket. I had one cigar in the
smoking-room afterwards."

"Ah! That would be after all the rest of us had gone to bed. Were you

"No, Lobanoff was with me. I dropped to sleep for a few minutes over my
cigar, and when I came to myself Lobanoff had gone. But the key of the
safe was in my pocket. I found it there this morning."

"Tell me, did you feel tired and heavy when you woke?"

"Well, yes, come to think of it. But I fail to see----"

"Pshaw! Lobanoff's presence here is explained. Russia is at the bottom
of it, of course. You were drugged with some potent yet transient
poison. Don't look like that, my dear old friend; I cannot blame you. I
am ruined."

"Who speaks about ruin?"

The two old men turned with a start. Bob stood there. Moved by the
impulse of a sympathetic longing, Sir Robert told the story.

"What an infernal shame!" Bob cried. "Of course, it is not for me to
advise you, but if I were you I would go on just as if nothing had
happened. Don't let Lobanoff see you have discovered your loss. We may
hit upon some way of getting the document back. We might pay him off in
his own coin."

"Not in my house," Sir Robert said, sternly.

"All the same the lad is right," Maltravers replied. "Heaven grant that
there may be some way found out of the difficulty."

Hearts may ache and eyes smart with tears restrained, but men must dine.
Under the pools of light cast by shaded lamps the guests sat and chatted
merrily. None were more gay than Sir Robert and Maltravers. Diplomacy
formed the staple food for conversation. The State of Sparta gave a
start to the discourse.

"Depend upon it," Maltravers remarked, "that the late King Hugo did a
wise and patriotic thing when he resigned the throne and went into
voluntary exile. He had done the fighting and his exit soothed wounded
pride, and made the way clear for the needed social reforms. A man in a

Nobody seemed to combat this statement, and the meal proceeded. King
Hugo's utter disappearance had created a profound impression three years
before, but it had become ancient history by this time, and some of the
younger men were playing with their cigarette cases impatiently. Lady
Conway took the hint, taking a rustling train of silks and scents after

One or two of the men drifted out on the terrace. Bob drifted further
still, and that was out into the park. Once out of sight he began to
slide along more quickly, until he came under the shadow of a spreading
oak, where he he paused.

A minute or two later and a girl joined him. It was Corona Anthony. A
rare smile trembled on her lips, there was a proud, yet shy, welcome in
her eyes.

"How good of you!" Bob whispered.

"Say rather how good of both of us," was the reply. "And how wrong of
both of us."

"Why? My dear Corona, if you only knew----"

"My dear Bob, if your mother only knew!"

She had him there. But youth is ever sanguine, and Bob had always been a
spoilt boy from the early days.

"My mother will come to love you yet," he cried.

"Never so much as you do," Corona said decisively. "No, I shan't let you
kiss me. I am not going to be kissed until--well, until your mother says
you may. And now tell me all the news. I am always interested in the
doings of great people."

Almost before Bob was aware of the fact, he had told the story of the
missing treaty. Corona surprised him by the intelligent interest she
betrayed, and the comprehensive grasp of the whole question at issue.

"I know the country well," she said. "My father--but never mind my
father. The question is--whom do you suspect?"

"Well," Bob replied, "there is a man called Lobanoff----"

"Lobanoff! Ivan Lobanoff! Did I hear the name aright?"

Bob regarded the speaker with amazement. She seemed to have grown inches
taller. She might have been a queen rebuking a criminous subject. With a
ring of command in her voice, she turned to Bob.

"Fetch that man to me at once," she said. "I will wait here. Go!"

Bob went. He couldn't help it. Had Corona ordered him to burn down the
court in the same ringing voice he felt that he must have obeyed. He
found Lobanoff hanging over the terrace puffing rings of smoke into the
amber air.

"Come along with me," he said. "I want you."

Lobanoff complied without wasting time in questions. But as Corona
stepped from behind the tree his gay air vanished. He seemed to be
framing words with his lips, but no sound came from them.

"Leave us," said Corona to Bob. "You will please to retire out of
hearing, but you need not go out of sight."

Bob complied, wondering. He saw that Corona was speaking words of winged

"You miserable wretch," she was saying. "I am not going to spare you. A
pretty servant of the Czar are you--taking his money and plotting for
his life. A telegram to the Chief of Police at St. Petersburg, hinting
at a search of your headquarters there, and your life is not worth a
month's purchase. How do I know this. Your ally, Count Czarny, fell into
my brother's hands a while ago, and the compromising papers found on him
betrayed you all. False to the Czar as you are to us, why should I spare

"Ah, that accounts for Czarny's strange silence," Lobanoff cried.

Corona smiled meaningly.

"Spare me," Lobanoff went on; "have a little mercy. I admit that my
treachery to the--to your father was great, but I have tried to atone.
My new life----"

"You lie," Corona cried, "there is no new life for you. As well expect
the sun to shine by night. Even here you are playing your vile part.
Still, I am prepared to spare your life, for I do hold your life, on one

"Name it, and it is yours," Lobanoff cried eagerly.

"Give me the papers you stole from Sir Robert Conway last night."

The Russian's jaw dropped. He passionately denied the accusation.

"They are in your pocket at the present moment," Corona said, as she
prepared to move away; "you dare not trust them elsewhere. But as you
seem to have made your choice, so you must abide by it."

Lobanoff collapsed suddenly. He snatched the papers from his breast.

"Take them," he whispered; "take them, and for ever hold your peace."

"The word of an Anthony should suffice for a Lobanoff," Corona replied.
"I have no wish to detain you any longer, sir. If you take my advice,
you will endeavor to find a more suitable climate elsewhere."

Lobanoff crept away, and presently disappeared. When Bob came eagerly up
to Corona again, the ice had melted once more.

"Here are the papers you required," she smiled. "Am I not clever?"

"I am positively afraid of you," Bob replied. "It is like a wonderful
romance. How did you manage to coerce that man?"

"That must be my secret for the present, Bob. You may know all some day.
Lobanoff once held service under my father. He was guilty of a dual
treachery which, if exposed to the Czar, would cause him to end his days
in Siberia. I used this threat as a lever, and you have the result in
your hands. Lord Maltravers will sleep with an easy mind to-night."

"You darling! And I may tell, then, that you----"

Corona had a sudden relapse into her regal manner.

"You will do nothing of the kind," she said. "If you dare to betray me,
I shall never speak to you again. I cannot use this thing as a passport
to the good graces of your family. If you only knew my history----"

Corona broke off suddenly. She saw how eagerly Bob was waiting for the
rest. Then her lovely face broke into a rippling smile.

"Go home," she said, "go home and ease the mind of that nice old
gentleman. I used to know him once, but there is no occasion to recall
the fact. Then you can meet me here the day after to-morrow and tell me
what has happened. All your guests will be gone by that time, I

Bob found his father and Maltravers in the library. They were still
discussing the impasse, and melancholy had marked them for her own. Bob
drew the papers from his pocket, and held them aloft triumphantly.

"Who speaks first?'" he asked.

Maltravers gave a hoarse cry. He could hardly believe his eyes. When he
became a little more composed again he asked how the thing was managed.

"I'm afraid I can't tell you," Bob replied. "Unfortunately the secret is
not my own. Oh, yes, Lobanoff had the papers, and the--a--other person
persuaded him to give them up. I congratulate you, my lord."

With which Bob repaired to the billiard room, leaving the two men alone.

"I'm afraid this is going to cause you trouble," Maltravers observed.

"I can't see it," replied Conway. "Why?"

"Because there's a woman in the case. No man could have bested Lobanoff
in that way. I'm very sorry, my dear fellow, because I'm the one most to

"Nonsense, old friend; this bother has affected your intellect."

"Let us hope so," Maltravers responded. "Now I'll try one of these
Partagas. I think I could appreciate the flavor to-night."


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