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Dagmar was sitting in one of the narrow arm chairs of the old- fashioned parlor suite. Her long, rather shapely hands traced the lines and cross-bars in her plaid skirt, and the sudden shifting of her gaze, from one speaker to the other, betrayed the nervousness she was laboring under. "All right then, that's one more thing settled.
Then she wrote a second letter, this one to Dagmar, care of the Flosston post-office, and as the mail for Rose Dixon and Dagmar Brodix was promptly mailed to Mrs. Cosgrove at Franklin, Tessie planned better than she knew in hoping thus to reach her abandoned companion.
Cosgrove, "for your boss always lets you follow the Troop orders, and by going into Flosston you may fix it for this scared little girl to stay here for a while." "There, Mother, I always said you should be on the pay-roll. Isn't she the loveliest cop?" Molly asked Dagmar. "No wonder the Town Council thanked Mrs. Jim Cosgrove for her work among the women and girls!
In the wild ride over field and moor, the King left his men far behind: When the king rode out of Skanderborg Him followed a hundred men. But when he rode o'er Ribe bridge, Then rode the king alone. The tears of weeping women told him as he thundered over the drawbridge of the castle that he was too late. But Dagmar had only swooned.
When he was kind he had reason to be, and never yet had the higher officials questioned his wisdom. "Oh, thank you," said Dagmar, when she could find the words. "We haven't done anything wrong." "Well, it isn't exactly right for young girls to run away from home, and I don't have to wait for all the particulars to decide that is what you are both aiming to do. However, let us go along.
Then his blood leaped madly through veins that had been chilled and lifeless. He was to see Her again! Their guide conducted them to a small anteroom, where he left them. A few moments later the door opened and there swept quickly into the room the Countess Dagmar, not the Princess. Her face was drawn with the trouble and sorrow she was trying so hard to conceal.
Also there was the thought that Tessie might fix it at home by sending a letter filled with glowing promises of good money but she would require at least one day to mail her promise to Flosston. So Dagmar sat with a melancholy expression on her face while Tessie hid her silent chuckles in her wearing apparel. "Here we are," whispered the latter, as the jitney jolted to a standstill.
Like as not we will meet some one who will squeal on us." "Tessie," pleaded Dagmar, afraid to speak, and fearful of the consequences if she did not make her appeal. "Why can't we go to Franklin? There is a fine mill there and it is nearer home "
The motherly woman took the ever-present "telescope," and setting it down in a corner of the pleasant room, directed Dagmar to a chair near the little stove, in which a small light glowed, quite suitably opposed to the chill of early spring. "Just sit down and I'll get you a bite. Of course you are hungry."
They brought the poet wine but he did not drink it sat staring at the smoky ceiling, assailed by a sudden sharp vision of Dagmar and Waram at Broadenham, alone together for the first time, perhaps on the terrace in the starlight, perhaps in Dagmar's bright room which had always been scented, warm, remote He had been reciting, of course, in French. Now he broke abruptly into English.
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