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The King was away in a distant part of the country when they sent to him in haste with the message that the queen was dying. The ballad tells of his fears as he sees Dagmar's page coming, and they proved only too true. The king his checker-board shut in haste, The dice they rattled and rung. Forbid it God, who dwells in heaven, That Dagmar should die so young.
And there stood Dagmar, alone, and as the "movies" say, "Forsaken!" "Oh, Tessie," she called weakly. "Come back. You have my pocketbook!" But the fleeing girl did not stop to listen to Dagmar's cry or to the shrill whistle the officer again sent out into the night.
Yes, the Osbornes had planned a trip west, and no doubt they were going. This seemed to Tessie rare good luck. Marcia, Phillis and Mrs. Osborne were surely off for their trip. "Now I'm going to write Dagmar," decided Tessie "poor little kid! I feel like a quitter to have left her alone all this time. I wonder if I couldn't go out there and look for her?
"Do you think there was a deliberate attempt to kill you?" asked the Countess Dagmar. Beverly Calhoun was dumb with consternation. "I cannot say, madame. Possibly it was an accidental discharge. One should not make accusations unsupported. If you have no immediate need of my services, your highness, I will ask you to grant me leave of absence for half an hour.
With a glance at the fair daughter, so unlike herself in coloring, the working mother dragged herself out again, and soon could be heard cliptrapping down the dark stairs that led to the kitchens on the first floor of the mill workers, community lodgings. Dagmar breathed deeply and clasped her hands tightly as her mother's tired foottread fell to an echo.
It would go fine at a Sunday School mixup." This last was another thrust at organized authority, but the thought of Dagmar recalled the scout badge. "Humph!" she scoffed. "Guess I could fool them if I wanted to. I'll bet none of them has this grand marshall headlight!" Her hand was on the little bag wherein lay that badge.
She didn't take so kindly to Jim as this one did," and with a friendly little push, he ushered Dagmar into the narrow hall, and turned out into the roadway, from whence his light footfall could immediately be heard hurrying over the cinder-covered path. "Come in, girl," ordered Mrs. Cosgrove. "What happened to you?" Dagmar was bewildered. What had happened to her? What should she answer!
Came without burden, she came with peace; She came the good peasant to cheer. Through all the centuries the people have sung her praise, and they sing it yet. Of the many folk-songs that have come down from the middle ages, those that tell of Queen Dagmar are the sweetest, as they are the most mournful, for her happiness was as brief as her life was beautiful.
In one of the small waiting rooms sat the Count and Countess Halfont, the latter in tears. The young Countess Dagmar stood at a window with Harry Anguish. The latter was flushed and nervous and acted like a man who expects that which is unexpected by others. With a strange confidence in his voice, he sought to cheer his depressed friends, but the cheerfulness was not contagious.
"Don't forget your Saratoga." Dagmar dragged the hated "telescope" after her, as she dropped down from the rickety high steps of the old motor wagon. It was very dark now, and she was more frightened than she had any idea of betraying to her companion. "Come on, kid," called the other. "We have got to hunt up something. We may not get out of this great white way to-night." "Oh, Tessie!
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