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liie Mice o? Giraldo tfee Palmer Bfr A&TEOKY HOFE. tCojsrrfsfct. J$S7. bj A. H. Hawkins. 1 ?ben the twenty-first birthday of ?38 Princess Osra approached, her brother, King Rudolf, desiring to make her a present, summoned from his home .at Verona in Italy a painter of very high fame, by name Giraldo, and com? manded him to paint a portrait of the princess, to te her brother's gift to her. This command Giraldo carried ont, the princess giving him every opportunity ?i! steely ic g her features and grudging no time that was spent by her in front of his easel, and the picture, when fin Mied, being pronounced to be as faith fi?2 as beautiful, the reputation of Giral? do was greatly enhanced by the pain t ir? o? it. Thus it followed that in many cases, when foreign princes had heard ike widespread praises of Osra'a beauty, tfcey sect orders to Giraldo to execute lor them and dispatch, with all speed miniatures or other portraits of the princesa, that they might judge for This command Giraldo carried out. themselves whether she were in truth as lovely as report said, and they sent Giraldo large sums of money in recom? pense, adding not seldom some further donation in the express term and con? dition that Giraldo should observe ab? solute fidelity in his representation and not permit himself the least flattery, for some desired themselves to court her., and others intended their sons to ask her hand, if the evidence of Giral ; do5f i portraits satisfied their hopea Thus Giraldo, although but two cr three years above 80, grew both in fame and wealth and was very often indebted to -B the princess for the favor of a visit to his bouse that ne might again correct his memory of her face. Now, what several princes had done before it chanced that the king of Glot? tenberg also did, and Giraldo, to all appearances much pleased, accepted the command and prayed the princess to visit him, fer, he said, this picture was J to ce larger and more elaborate than the rest and. therefore needed more study of her. So the princess went many times, and the portrait destined for the king of Glotten"berg, who was said to be seeking a suitable alliance :for his eldest son, grew before her eyes into the most perfect and beautiful pre? sentment cf her which the skill of Gi? raldo had ever accomplished, and sur 3mpsed-eyen that first picture which he had painted by King Rudolf's com? mand. And the king had no doubt that so soon as the picture had reached the court of Glottenberg an embassy would come from there to demand the hand of his sister for the crown prince, a pro? posal which hp would have received with much pleasure and gratification. "I do not think," said Osra, tossing her head, "that any such embassy will come, sire, for four or five pictures have been already painted by Signor Giraldo in like manner, but no embas? sies have come. It seems that my poor features do not find approval in the courts of Europe, " A ad her tone, it must be confessed, was full of contempt, for the Princess Osra knew that she was beautiful, as indeed all beautiful ladies are, by the benevolence of heaven, permitted to. How much greater mischief might they work if such knowledge were denied them! "That's true "enough, " cried Rudolf. "And I do not understand the meaning of it But it will net be so at Glotten? berg, fer my good brother the king has eyes in his head, and his son sees no less welL I met them in my travels and I can speak of it. .Most certainly an embassy will com? from Glottenberg before we arc a month older." Yet, strange io say, the same thing followed cn the dispatch of the portrait (which Giraldo sent by a certain trusty messenger, whom he was accustomed to employ) as bad happened before. No embassy came, and the king of Glotten? berg excused himself from paying a visit to Strelsau which he and his son had promised on the invitation,pf King Ru? dolf. Therefore Rudolf was Tery vexed, and Osra also, thinking herself scorned, was sore at heart, although she bore herself more proudly than before. And, being very greatly disturbed in her mind concerning her beauty, she went herself again to Giraldo and charged him to paint her once more. "And this picture," she said, "is for my own eyes and mine alene. There? fore, signor, paint it faithfully and spare me not, for if a woman be ugly lt is well she should know it, and it seems that nobody in tho kingdom will tell me thc truth, although I get hints enough of it from abroad." And she frowned and flushed and was greatly out of temper, as any beautiful lady would in such a case most naturally be. Giraldo bowed very low, seeking to hide the sudden red that dyed his cheek and to conceal the great joy which the command of the princess gave him, for, by reason of having so often painted tbe princess, of having sc curiously studied her face and of haying ..spent so much time ?T?er omp'any, JisTenf?ig to b conversation and enjoying her "wit ai grace, this hopeless yonng man had b come so hopelessly and desperately h lover that he no longer cared to nse h brash in the service cf any other lady^ lord and staid at Strelsau solely that 1 might again and again depict th f a< that he loved, and, save when she sai b fore him, he seemed now unable to p] his art at all, and had he not received i many commands for pictures of her 1 would have sat all day long idle, thin] ing of her, which indeed was what 1 did in the intervals between his la bx on her portraits. But she, not im ag ii i ing such presumption and folly on h: I part, thought that he was glad mere I because she would pay him well, so si promised him more and more, if onl he would paint her faithfully, and h gave her his word that he would pair her in every respect most faithfully. "For I desire to know, " said sb( "what I am in truth like, for my mia xor cays one thing and the king of Glol tenoerg"- But here she stopped, n j mern bering that such matters were nc ! fit for Giraldo's ears. Yet be must ha? understood, for a strange, cunning, ei nltsnt smile came on his lips as he tun: ed t way and set himself to mix the col ors on his palette, Thus he began thi last picture, and the princess came e-v ery day and staid long, so that Girald might be able to render her likeness ii evey most minute respect with perfec fidelity. "For," she thought resentfully "either I have no eyes or they hav none in Glottenberg." But when she had thus been visiting Giraldo fer hard upon a month and th picture was nearly finished and was a once the most lovely and the most faith ful of all that Giraldo had painted, i char ced that letters came to the kin; from a nobleman of France who wa well known to him and had known tb? princess as well, the Marquis de Mero sailks. And the marquis wrote to th< king in the greatest .'".digestion anc . scorn, upbraiding the king and saying "What is this, sire? Do you keep a mad man at your court and call him a paint er? I have been at Glottenberg, anc when I spoke there, as it >s my humbli duty and my true delight to speak ev ery where, of the incomparable beaut} of your m jesty's sister, the Princess Osra, the king, his son, and all^thi company did nothing hut laugh. And 3 fought three duels with gentlemen o' the court on this account, and two ol them I, heaven helping me, wounded; and one, by some devil's trick, wound ed me. And after this, the matter com lng to the king's ear, he sent for me anc excused the laughter by showing me ? picture dose by a rascal called Giraldc at your court, and the picture waf named after your majesty's most match? less sister; but, as I am a true son ol the church, it was more like a guttei wench, and, on my honor and con? science, it squinted most perceptibly. 1 pray you, sire, find ons the meaning ol this thing and receive most humble du? ty and homage from your devoted serv? ant and, since your graciousness sc wills it, mest obliged and obedient friend, Henri, Marquis de Merosailles. I kiss the hand of the princess. " When the king had read this letter, he grew very thoughtful, and, unknown to Giraldo, he sent and caught the mes? senger whom Giraldo was wont to in? trust with the pictures and who had carried the picture of which M. de Me rcsai.'.les wrote to Glottsnberg, and the king interrogated the messenger most closely, but got nothing from him save that he himself never beheld the pic? tures which he carried, but received them most carefully packed from Giral? do and so delivered them without undo? ing the coverings and did wait until the recipient had inspected the picture. So that the fellow did not know anything about the picture that had gone to Glott-ai berg except that it was certainly the same as Giraldo had intrusted to his hands. But the king was not satis? fied, ind, learning that his sister was at that moment at Giraldo's house being painted afresh by him, he called half a dozen of gentlemen and sot cut cn horse? back for the place where Giraldo lived in the street that runs from the cathe? dral toward the western gate of strel? sau. To this day tho house stands there. The princess sat and Giraldo painted. Behind tho princess was a window look? ing on to the street, and behind Giraldo was a second door, which led into an inner room. On Giraldo's easel stood the nearly finished picture, and Giral? do's eyes were alight both; with love and with triumph as he turned from the princess to the picture and from the pic? ture to the princess again, and she, see? ing something of his admiration, said, with a blush: "Is it indeed faithful, signor?" For it seemed even to herself a marvelously lovely picture, "No, madame," answered he, "for my imperfect hand cannot be faithful to perfection." "I pray you, do not flatter me. Have you indeed shown every fault of my face?" "If there be a fault :n your face, madame, there it is also in my picture," said Giraldo. The princess was silent for a moment, and then she said: "It is better, is it not, than the pic? ture you painted for the king of Glot? tenberg?" Giraldo painted a stroke or two be? fore he answered carelessly : "Indeed, madame, it is mere faithful than that which the king of Glotteu .?Tghas." "Then less beautiful?" asked Osra, tvith a petulant smile. "Nay, I do not say that. Net less beautiful," he answered. "Perhaps he would like this one bet? ter and give me his in exchange, for I never saw his after it was finished. I think I will ask the king to write to him." Giraldo had suddenly -urned round as the princess made this suggestion, which she spoke half ia sport, half in continuing chagrin at the blindness shown by the court of Glott'juberg. Now he stood staring at her with wide open, alarmed eyes, and he dropped his brusbes^on tcxthe.ficor. - - . I "'What ails von,* signor?" she cried, j "? did but suggest exchanging tho pic ! tr res," He tried to refrain his composure as hu stooped to pick np his brushes. "The king cf Glottcnberg'spicture is tte best for him to have," said he sul? lenly. "This one, madame, I painted for you yooiself and for you alone." "I pay the price and can do what I will with the picture," retorted the princess haughtily. "And if I desire I w?l give it to the king of Glottenberg. " Giraldo had now turned very pale, and, forgetful of the picture, stood gaz I ing fixed ly at the princess, for he could i nc longer' hold down in secrecy and si ! lenee thi? passion that possessed him, ?brit it was declared in his eyes and in tba trembling of his limbs, so that thc princess irose from her chair and shrank away from him in alarm, regretting that she had dismissed her ladies in or? der to bo less restrained in talk with ih<* pain ?er, and she tried to cry out, thut they might hear her where they were in an adjoining room, but her cry froze on her lips at the sight cf Giral? do a passion. And bo cried in a hoarse whisper: "He shall not have the picture, he shi.11 not have it!" And as he spoke ho moved nearer to the princess, who still shrank away from him, being now in very great alarm and thinking that surely he had run mad. Yet she looked at him and, looking, saw whence his madness same, and she felt pity for him and held out her clasped hands toward him, saying in a very soft voice and with eyes that grew sad and tender: "Ah, sismor, signor, am I always to have lovers and never a friend?" At this the unfortunate painter was overcome, and, dropping his head be? tween his hands, he gave a deep, half stiffed sob, and then he cried: "God's curse on mo for having slan? dered the beauty that I love!" And theil he so bbed again. But the princess wondered greatly what he meant by his strange cry, and turned her eyes again on him in be? wildered questioning, saying, as she pointed to the picture: "There is no slander here, signor, nnliiss too much praise be slander." Giraldo made no answer in words, but springing toward her caught her by the wrist and dr?w her across the room to the door behind the easel. With fe? verish haste he unlocked it and passed through. The princess, although now free from Iiis grip, followed him in a sort of fascination. Giraldo drew tho door close behind him, and at the mo? ment the princess gave a cry, half scream, half laughter, fer facing her she saw, each on its easel, three, four, five, six pic tures of herself, each beauti? ful and pointed most lovingly, and the last of the isix was the picture that had been painted by order of the king of Glor?enberg;, for she knew it by the at? tire, although the face bael not been fin? ished when she had last seen it A sud? den enligh ?enment pierced her mind, and she knew that Giraldo had not sent the pictures for which she had sat to him, but hid kept them himself and sent others 1:0 his patrons. This strange conviction found its sure confirmation in a seventh easel which stood apart from the rest on the other side of the door, for it ; supported what was in all respects a ccpy of the portrait on which Giraldo was now engaged, save that by cunning touches he had imparted to the face an alien and fearful aspect, for here, although the features had their shape and perfect grace, yet it was the face of a devil that looked out cn tho canvas, a face that a man would not havo gazing at him from the wall on to the bed wheie he sought sleep. B it when Giraldo saw her eyes fixed ! on this picture he cried: "That is for you-the other is mine. Ara they not 1 youi feature?? The king of Glottenberg shot! ld not have even your features. But you shal l have them, and if a devil looks out through such a fair mask is it net so with ali fair women that lead i "There is your true picture, Princess Osra." even to destruction? There is your true ! picture, Princess Osra." And he flung ! himself on a couch with a mad cry of rage and then a groan of despair. Tho Princess Osra looked at him, and at the beautiful pictures, and then at ; the picture that was like her and yet i like a devil. F:.rst she pitied the paint? er, and then marveled at his wonderful i skill, that so transformed her without j drawing a line that could called un- j true. Thus tr inking, sh stood for awhile, grave and puzzled. But then j the humor struck her, as it struck her I house always :in great things and in smal", and it :;cemcd to her most ludi? crous that tho pictures should all bo resting here in Giraldo's house, while the prince? ?vho ly vi c?^maucVid ' EOS traits* of ber had received nothing ont disto-rted parodies o? her face, to tho end that they might bc di s ted, and, j abandoning the alliance they had pro- J jeered, leave her still at Strelsau to ho ? .painted times out cf numbesrand most 1 fruitlessly by this mad"'painter. An these thoughts gaining the mastery ov i the others, in spite of the sad plight unhappy Signor Gi raido, her lips cur?? i into a bow, her eyes gleamed in dancii merriment, and a moment later si broke into a glad, gleeful laugh, th rose and rippled and fell to soft, deligh I ed murmurings. And she looked aga: at the picture that was like her and a so like a devil, and her mirth grew ar grew at the ingenuity of the work ai the mocking deviltry so cunning] made out of her face. Small wondt was it to ber now that the embassi' had not come. The Princess Ora thus stood lang] ing, and presently Signor Giraldo looJ ed up, and when he had listened ar j looked for a few moments his wi] mood caught the infection from ber, i I that, springing to his feet, he also h gan to laugh loudly, like a mon wi j cannot restrain h:ia amusement, but : earried away by it beyond all bonne and restraint Thu? Giraldo laughe loudly, long and fiercely, for there w: madness in his laugh. And the prince} heard the madness, and even while si still laughed her eyes opened in wor der; alarm came on her face, her men laugh quivered, trembled, choked i her throat, and at last died away int dumbness, yet ber lips hung apar frozen in the shape of laughter whiJ no laughter came. And as her laug thus ended in mute horror his gre1 louder yet and wilder, and its peal ran through the room as he gasped betwee his spasms of horrid mirth, "You, yoi youl" and pointed at the picture whic he had touched into devilishness. Bc she shrank away and stood crouche against the wall, for she knew new thz he was mad, but did not know to wc: his fury might next; lead him. Then h caught up a knife that lay on the sr of the window, and, now smiling a though in grim, quiet amnsemenl strode across to the row of pictures an reached up to thein, knife in bane But Osra suddenly sprang forwarc crying, "Donot hurt them." "These?" he asked, turning to hei with a sneer. ' 'These? I'll destroy ther all, for they arc no longer beautiful t me, but that one only is beautiful, be cause it is true." And he wrenched hi arm away from the detaining hand tba she had laid upon it. Falling back i; terror, she watched him catting an? slashing each cf the pictures until th face was utterly' destroyed. And sb feared that when he had finished wit J the pictures he would turn upon her Therefore she Hung herself on the couch hiding her face for fear of some norri ble fate, and she murmured lew to her self, "Not my face, O God, not rn; face!" And she pressed her face cow: into the cushions of the couch, wim? bo, muttering and grumbling to him self, cut tho pictures into strips and rib bons and strewed the fragments at hi; feet on the floor. And, this done, h< turned to the face that ho now lovec and poured out to it, as though it h ac been an idol ho worshiped, a flood c: wild, passionate, reproachful words tba Osra shivered to hear, and the purpor of which she dared tell none, thor-g: for all her prayers ehe could not hersell forget ono of them. At last he carno to her again anc plucked her roughly and rudely fren the couch where she lay and draggec her behind him back to the door agair and through it, and they stood together: in front of the last picture, whose paint wai still wet from hi? hand. The paint? ed face smiled down on the trembling, pale girl, with its smile of careless, se? rene dignity, so that now even to her? self it seemed hardly to bo her picture, for it was the true presentment of a king's daughter, and she no better than a helpless, frightened giri. It seemed tc reproach her, and suddenly she drew herself to her full height and turned tc Giraldo, saying, "You shall not touch it" And she stepped forward so thai she stood between him and the picture, raising her hand and forbidding him to approach it with his knife. And now the picture seemed more tc be hers, al? though where it smiled she frowned. But at this moment there came through the window that opened on the street the clatter of horses' hoofs. At the sound Giraldo arrested the motion that he had already made to fling him? self at the princess, whether to kill her or only to thrust her away from the front of the picture she did net knew. Running to the window, ho looked cut and called in seeming glee, "It is the king como to see my pictures!" And he looked proud and happy. Going to the door of the room, he flung it open and stood there waiting for the king and j the gentlemen who attended tho king, j They wero not long in coming, for Hu I dolf was full cf anger, impatience and ? anxiety, and ran swiftly up the 'stair? case. His gentlemen pressed into the room behind him, and Giraldo drew back, keeping his face to tho king and bowing again and again. But the king and the rest saw the knife in his hand, and ragged strips of painted canvas hung here and there on his clothes ? while the princess, pale and proud, stood guarding tho picture on the easel. The king, in spite of hi3 wonder, was not turned from the purpose which had j brought him to tho painter's house, but I with a quick step darted np to Giraldo j and thrust tho letter of tho Marquis de ! Merosailles into bis haud, bidding him in a sharp, peremptory tone to read it and give what explanation he could of j the contents. Giraldo fell to reading of it, while j the king turned to his sister in order to j ask her why she seemed agitated and I stcod so obstinately in front of her own j picture, but at that instant ene of tho j gentlemen, whose name was Ladislas, i gave a cry of surprise, for he had look I ed through the door into the inner room ? and seen the havoc and destruction that Giraldo had n?:de, and a!?o the strange i and terrible picture that alone liad cs caped the knife. The king, wondering, S followed Ladislas to rho ih:<pho?il of j the inner room and yus's?d it, while his ; gentlemen,Jin!i ai vi:;-, crowded cicse on iiis Heels after liinj. j The Princess Osra, thinking herself ! safe, found her anger and terror pass j away as her mirth had passed before. ! Now she .felt at .her. heart that ni tv which herders oil tenderness and whi she eoe Id iieTer refuse to a mau ti: loved her, let the folly of his love a of the extravagances iuto which it dre him he as great as it would. Tumi: toward Giraldo, she saw him fretti: his puckered brow with his hand a: vainly seekine to coronel, his disorder brain to understand M. de Merosailh letter. So she was very sorry for hi] and, knowing the sudden, hot temp to which the careless king wa3 subjec she glided swiftly across to the paint and whispered: "Escape and bid Hide for a few days. He will be fu: ons now, but he will soon forget Doi wait now, but escape, signor. Soi harm will happen to you here. " And her eager pleading with him she ia her hand on his arm and looked up his face with imploring eyes. But '. looked at her with dazed, vacant stai muttering, "I cannot read the letter. Then a wistful smile came on his fae and he thrust the letter toward he saying, "Madame, will you read it f me?*' And at that moment they bea the king swear an angry oath, for J had seen the mad picture of his sister. "No, no, not now," whispered Osr beseeching Giraldo, "not now, signe Listen; the king is angry. Escape no*i and we will read the letter afterward. And she was as earnest as though si ? had loved him and were praying him save himself for the sake of her lov And he looked into her softened eye and suddenly, giving a little cry, as a great joy had como to him unexpec edly and contrary to all likelihood, 1 dropped M. de Merosaiiles' letter ar sprang to where his brushes lay on ti floor, and seizing them and his palet ho gave another swift glance at tl princess and then, turning to the pi ture, began to paint with marveloi dexterity and deftness and with tl swift confidence cf a man inspired : the work. As he worked his brow gre smoother, the tension of his strain? face relaxed, happiness dawned in h eyes, and a smile broke on his lips, ar Osra watched him with a tender, so rowful gaze. Still he painted, and 1 was painting when the king burst j from the other room in a great rage ar carrying his sword drawn in his ham for he had sworn by Our Lady and S Peter to kill the rogue who had doi the princess such a wrong and so slai dered her beauty. And his gentleme came in with him all very ready to se Giraldo kilird, but each eager that tl king should leavo the task to him. Y< when they entered and saw Giralo painting as though he were wrapt b some ecstasy and had forgotten all tin had passed-nay, even their very prei euee-they paused in unwilling an constrained hesitation, and Osra raise her hand to bid them stay still wbe: they were and not interfere with Gira do's painting, for now she desired abov all things on earth that he should t left to finish his task, for he though that he had read more than pity an mere than tenderness in Osra's eye.' He had seemed to see love there, an thus he had cried out in joy, and thu he was now painting as never had eve: he, for all his skill, painted before. Hi unerring hand, moving lightly to an fro, imparted tho sweetness of his de lusive vision to the canvas, so that th eyes of the portrait glowed with won derful and beautiful love and gentleness Presently Giraldo began to sing ver softly to himself a sweet, happy ol< song that peasants sang to peasant girl in the fields outside his native Veroni on summer evenings. His head 'wa thrown back in triumph and exulta tion ?s ho sang and worked, tasting th< luxury of love and glorying in the trib ute that his genius paid to her whom h< loved. Thus came a moment of greai joy to the soul of Giraldo the painter, for a man's love and a man's work are, when they seem to prosper, of all things the sweetest, and their union in one his life's consummation. It was done. He laid down the brush and drew back a step, looking on what he had done. The princess came softly and slowly, as though attracted against her \?. and stood by him, for she saw that this picturo was now, beyond all compare, the most perfect and beautiful of all that ho or any other man had painted of her, and she loved him for thus glorifying her. But before many moments had gone by a sudden start and shiver ran through Giraldo's body. The spell of his entranced ecstasy broke. His eyes fell from the masterpiece that he had made and wandered to those ! who steed about him-to the gentlemen who did net know whether to wonder I or to langh, to tho angry face of the king and the naked sword in his hand, at last to Osra, whose eves were still on tho picture. And his exultation van? ished, and with it went, as it seemed to them, his madness. Eeason dawned for a moment in his eyes, but was quenched in an instant by shame and despair, for he knew that ail hftd seen that other picture, and they knew what ho had done, and suddenly with a stifled cry he flung himself full length on the floor at Osra's feet "Let us wait, ' ' said she gently. ' 'He will be himself again soon. " But thc king was too angry to listen. "He has made us fools before half Europe," he said angrily, "and he shall not live to talk cf it. And you have you seen the picture yonder?" "Yes, I havo seen it," said she. "But he does not now think that pic? turo like me, but this one. " And she turned to the gentlemen and desired them to raise Giraldo and lay him ou a couch, and they obeyed. Then she knelt by his head, and after awhile he opened his eyes, seeming sound of sense in ev? erything except that he believed she loved him, so that he began to whisper to her as lovers whisper to their loves, very tenderly and very low. And tho king, with his gentlemen, stood a little way off. But the princess said nothing to Giraldo, neither refusing his love nor ; yet saying what was false, yet she suf? fered him to talk and to reach up his hand and gently touch a leek of hair : that strayed on her forehead. And he, sighing hi uttervh.a.p'i'uess and cenrenr mentV closed In's ovos again" and Icy back very quietly on the couch. "Let ns go," said she, rising. "I j will send a physician." And she bade one of tho gentlemen lock the. inner j room and give lier? ihe key, and'she and the king, and they all, then de? parted and sent his servants tc tend Gi? raldo, and OST3 caused the king's phy? sician also to be summoned. Bet Gi? raldo did no more than linger some few days alive,, and for the* most cf them he was in. a high fever, his brain being wild, and he raved a bent the"princess, sometimes railing at her, sometimes "Let us go,13 said she, vising. praising her, yet once or twice he woke, calm and happy as he had been when she knelt by him and having for his on? ly delusion the thought that she still knelt there and was breathing words cf love into his ear. And in this last mer? ciful error, in respect of which the phy? sicians humored him, he one day, a week later, passed away and was at peace. Then the princess came, attended by one gertleman in whom she placed con? fidence, and she destroyed thc evil pic? ture mat Giraldo had painted and, hav? ing caused a fire to be made, burnt up the pieces of it and all the ruins of the pictures that Giraldo had destroyed. But that on which he had last worked so happily and with such triumph of art she carried with her to the palace, and presently she caused copies to be made of it and sent to each of the princes by whom Giraldo had been commanded to paint her picture and with it the money he had received, the whole cf which was found to be untouched in a cabinet in his house. But the picture itself she hung in her own chamber and would often look at it, feeling great sorrow for the fate of Giraldo the painter. Yet King Rudolf could not be pre? vailed to pity the young man, saying that for his part he should have to be mad before the love of a woman should drive him mad, and he cursed Giraldo for an insolent knave, declaring that he did well to die cf his own accord. And because M. de Merosailles had gallantly defended his sister's beauty in three duels he sent him by tho hands of a great officer his Order cf the Red Rose, which M. de Merosailles wore with great pride at the court cf Versailles. . But when the copies of the laslfpic? ture reached thc courts to which they were addressed, together with the money and a brief history cf Giraldo's mad doings, the princes turned their thoughts again to the matter cf the alliance and several embassies set cut for Strelsau, so that Princess Osra said, with a smile that was half sad, half amused and very whimsical: "I am much troubled by reason cf thc less of Signor Giraldo, my painter.M THE END. Sorfe-Es6t*m R. 8? ol 5. C. TRAINS GOING DeM Fob 14. 1537. .Iso ZZiVG 53; A. i i i j rrj i Le. F?t?veso Ar. ?s&zzz I 4 ??j ? iSi p. sr.) Li. L:??cn fi 33 9 ?5 j : 40j Ar.Cb%rl,tia j 0 03(10 5->\ 0 15; .A. y. i p Nj P af : TB A INS GOING NORTH KO. 73 : t-o 32 ! if0.52 Le. Ch*r?'?'G <Lr. Uinoe Lo. L.?u?e ??c. '''?errare i i . ? M. j ? K. ? A. a I j 6 33 =' 5 17 i 7 00 ? j S 18 : 6 ?5 j 3 32 . ? 8 18 6 45 ! ?841 ? I i 9 28 I 7 05 j [ ! ? M. i P M. ! I M ? *D?i!j. tOaiiy except Sunday Ns. 52 rani (brough to Co?iirahia r?s Or? t-?? S. Ii. of G. C. 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