Part 25 (1/2)

The satisfaction in his tone had increased. He could hardly be called a fond parent, in the matter of Adalbert; he might more truly be said to bear with him. Indeed he had never been able to explain the boy to his satisfaction. There was perhaps a slight physical resemblance between Adalbert and his parents; but whereas he knew himself to be one of the astutest princes in the German Empire and his wife to be an uncommonly clear-witted woman, no father's partiality hid from him the fact that Adalbert was obtuse. He was inclined to accept sadly the theory of Professor Muller, professor of anatomy and physiology at the University of Lippe-Schweidnitz, and court physician, that Adalbert cast back to his great-grandfather Franz, who had been known to his irreverent subjects as ”The Dolt.”

He gazed at the perspiring and excited band for a minute in silence.

Then he said:

”Wheech is ze leedle she-devil-child?”

”Zat von--zat von in ze meedle--wiz ze red 'air,” said the baron.

He pointed to Pollyooly in the middle of the ring where she was acting as pitcher, her face flushed, her eyes s.h.i.+ning, her red hair a flying cloud.

An immense slow smile spread over the expanse of royal face; and the grand duke cried: ”Mein Gott! Bud id is nod a child at all--zat! Id is an anchel--a leedle anchel--Italian renascence! Is id nod, Erkelenz?” And he turned to his slim equerry.

”Yes, Highness: authentic,” said the equerry.

The Baron von Habelschwert gasped; he could not believe his ears.

The little girl, batting, whacked the ball over the prince's head.

”Run, Adalbert! Run!” shrieked Pollyooly.

”Roon, Adalbert! Der Teufel! Roon!” bellowed the grand duke.

It is hard to say whether the shriek of Pollyooly or the terrific bellow of his august sire was the sharper spur to the prince's legs; but he saved the rounder.

”Sblendid! 'e did not roon like an ox,” said the grand duke almost proudly. ”Vhat did you write vas ze name of zat leedle anchel?”

”Bollyooly, your Highness,” gasped the baron in a feverish doubt whether he was standing on his head or his heels, for the grand duke had heard her call the hope of the house of Lippe-Schweidnitz ”Adalbert” with his own ears!

”Bollyooly? A beautiful name!” cried the grand duke with enthusiasm.

Then came the great event of Prince Adalbert's life. The little boy who was batting hit the ball right into his hands. He grabbed at it; and by a miracle it stuck in his fingers.

His side leapt and shrieked as one child; and the grand duke leapt and bellowed. The shock of his descent on the sea-wall made it quiver for many feet round him.

He turned upon his slim equerry, seized his arm, and shook him as the wind shakes a blade of corn.

”Did you see zat? Id is ze creeket! 'e caught 'im out,” he bellowed in stentorian tones which rang out far across the marsh. ”Bollyooly has made 'im zlim! She has made 'im roon! She has made 'im peenk!

She has taught 'im ze creeket! She shall rewarded be! I will gonfer on 'er ze Order of Chast.i.ty of Lippe-Schweidnitz of ze zecond cla.s.s!”

He loosed his slim equerry, and hammered his enormous right palm with his huge left fist.

The slim equerry shook his head (this time without any a.s.sistance from his august master) and said:

”She is too young, your Highness. Ze order can only be gonferred on ladies of twenty-von or elder.”

”Zen I will gonfer it on 'er when she is twenty-von! Bud I will reward 'er alzo now! Vetch 'er!” cried the grand duke.

The slim equerry went down the sea-wall across the sands to Pollyooly.