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MOTION PICTURE MAGAZINE
to hold the prince popular, and he let it run just long enough to send for .Marie's guardian and to have her conveyed, under strict guard, to the old knight's chateau.
Then the artful prince played more politics, until the wedding-day of the errant princess was set by the king for one week hence.
The marriage-day dawned, and Marie, white as her roses, walked in her garden. There Pierre met her, and neither had the courage to smile, scarce look at each other.
" Dear one, dear one." burst out
river and shivered as if she were very cold. The golden leaves danced above her and cast their shadows on the stream; the subtle, ripe, perfume from the vineyards filled her nostrils ; all the world was in the fullness of life.
Away in the distance, but coming nearer, she heard the songs and music of the bridal-party — of minstrels, knights and maidens.
With a quick sob, she lifted her arms above her head and sprang out and down.
And the ripples went out and out and out from the middle of the river
MARIE SUDDENLY APPEARS AT THE TRIAL
the little princess at last, "I am glad I love you. You have made all my life worth living. You have been sunlight so bright as to wipe away all the shadow forever, even out of mighty things like death "
"You are too little to think of that." he said.
"We cannot have each other," she went on, "but I love you — love you. I have dreamed wonderful dreams that are fulfilled in you. Heart of my heart, good-by "
And Pierre could not speak, but kist the tear-stained little face and held her close a minute, for his good-by.
Left alone, the princess looked down into the glinting waters of the
in widening circles and fluttered the shadows of the bright leaves.
And peasant fishermen found the body of the princess, and the sun was still shining when she was brought before the nrince on his wedding-day.
And then, perhaps, the prince's evil found him out, and the sight of her lissom body, fashioned just strong enough for laughter and song, lying cold before him, gave him food for honest thought. And then. too. possibly, the old knight regretted bitterly that he was but the shell of a man as he bore the body of his ward out of the sisrht of the Prince D'Conti.
It really did not matter. There was nothing now they could do to hurt or help the little princess.