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Show King Tommy of etiquette here," said the klw, "though Caslmlr Insists on behaving as If we were still In Lystrla. Do git down." Up to that moment Tommy had never heard the name of the king of Lystrla. It was a very small state, and although It took the wrong side In the war, nobody paid much attention to it. He sat down. "How did you like Calypso's dancing?" danc-ing?" said the king. "Not much, eh? Well I don't think much of it myself. my-self. In fact, she wouldn't be dancing danc-ing here If she wasn't a princess. That's what makes it worth while to employ her. These nouveaux riches are amazingly fond of royalty. In fact," he dropped his voice to a confidential whisper "I should never have got the job of head waiter here If I hadn't agreed to Calypso's dancing. danc-ing. That's how It happens that she's here. Her salary isn't much. But my job as head waiter However, we can talk of that later on. What I want to say to you now Is that you'll have to be very careful with Calypso. She's got her knife Into you about that other girl." He chuckled pleasantly, and refilled re-filled his own glass and Tommy's. I don't mind a bit myself, of course," he said, "and Caslmlr doesn't mind. But Calypso ! Why did you allow Miss Temple to write that letter to her? It's made things a bit difficult, you know. You'll have to reason with her a little. Pitch it 6trong: You might tell her perhaps that Miss Temple is over forty, and squints. That would soften things down a bit." "I shall say," said Tommy, "that I never heard of Miss Temple In my life until this evening." "If you can get her to believe that " said the king doubtfully. "But I don't know. I never could get her mother to believe that. And Calypso Calyp-so is very like her In some ways. But perhaps you'll be more successful success-ful than I was. By the way, I suppose sup-pose Miss Temple can dance. Do you think It might help to do away with any feeling of grievance that she may have Do you think that she'd care for an engagement here, in Calypso's place? We couldn't say she was a princess ; but we might advertise ad-vertise her as the Marchioness of Norheys. Do you think she'd care for It?" "I don't know her," said Tommy, "so I can't tell." The king looked at him with twinkling eyes. "You do It very well," he said, "far better than ever I did." "Before you say anything more," said Tommy, "I want to tell you that you're mistaken about who I am. I'm not Lord Norheys, or Lord anything any-thing else. I'm Reverend Thomas A, Norreys, a curate." "That's good," said the king, "distinctly "dis-tinctly original. I never thought of it. But you'll have to be very care- 1 ful. It's not only Calypso. There's the patriarch too. You don't know him yet. But you will. He used to worry the life out of me about well, about any Miss Temple I happened hap-pened to he Interested in at the time. And Calypso says she'll tell him directly di-rectly she sees him. But perhaps you know how to manage the clergy, I never could." "I've just told you that I am a clergyman myself." "Well," said the king, "that may be all right. In fact, the patriarch will be pleased about it, if he heara nothing about Miss Temple. But 11 Calypso tells him, then I am afraid your being a clergyman will only make it worse, from his point ol view. Simply from his point ol view, of course. I don't mind a bit myself. In fact, I prefer clergymen with some little human fallings. I'd have liked the patriarch better and got on better with him if there'd ever been well, a Hagar, or some one of that sort. But there wasn't." (TO BE CONTINUED.) By George A. Birmingham Copyright by Bobbs-Merrill Co. W. N. U. Service TOMMY MEETS THE KING SYNOPSIS. In London the teller of th story of the adventures adven-tures of "King Tommy" and known hereafter as "Uncle Bill," Is Informed by Lord Norheys, on of an old friend, that Lord Troyte, head of the British foreign for-eign office, Norheys' uncle, has a scheme to make htm (Norheys) king of Lystrla, In central Europe, Eu-rope, through marriage to Calypso, Ca-lypso, daughter of King Wladls-laws, Wladls-laws, deposed monarch of that country. A financier, Procoplus Cable, knows there is oil in profusion pro-fusion In Lystrla, and with an English king on the throne the output could be secured for England. Eng-land. Norheys, In love with a stage dancer, Viola Temple, Is not enthusiastic over the proposition. propo-sition. The patriarch, Menelaus, highest ecclesiastical dignitary v in Lystrla, is heartily in favor of the restoration of the monarchy, and Cable has generously financed the sentiment. Calypso is making mak-ing a living dancing In the "Mas-cotte," "Mas-cotte," Berlin cabaret. Norheys refuses to entertain the idea of giving up Viola Temple, to whom he Is secretly engaged. "Uncle Bill's" sister Emily urges him to secure a passport from Lord Troyte for a certain Janet Church, strong-minded female who wants to visit Lystrla in the interests of a society for world peace. Janet Church leaves for Berlin. "Uncle Bill" is again appealed to by his sister to find a certain curate (name not given) who has left his parish in Ireland for a visit to Berlin, and cannot be found. Lord Norheys and Viola Temple disappear from London. Procoplus Cable receives information infor-mation that Norheys, with the princess, has left there on his way to Lystria, but Norheys appears ap-pears with the former Viola Temple, now his wife. The question ques-tion is, "Who is the man who has gone to Lystria with the Princess Calypso?" Casimlr introduces himself, and Janet Church, vainly seeking from the British consulate consu-late a passport to Lystrla, becomes be-comes acquainted with the two men in the Adlon hotel. Tommy mistakes Casimlr for a hotel thief and refuses him admission to his room. Caslmir insists on Tommy dining at the Mascotte. Tommy again meets Janet in a telephone booth, where he had gone in an attempt to escape from Casimlr. Janet Church, thinking Casimlr can be instrumental instru-mental in securing her passport, urges Tommy to introduce her. He finally agrees, she to pose as his aunt. Tommy and Janet visit the Mascotte that evening. "When Tommy arrives at the Mascotte he is astonished at the attention given him by the head waiter and his aids. Calypso dances before the diners and at the end of her performance she throws a note to Tommy. ' CHAPTER IX 10 Tommy picked up the note. Before he could open it he was aware that Janet Church was standing stand-ing beside him. In the excitement which followed the princess' dance she had managed to leave her humble hum-ble table and make her way unhindered unhin-dered across the room. "You promised," she said, "to introduce in-troduce me to Count Casimir." Tommy remembered the promise, remembered also the form the introduction intro-duction was to take. In the midst of the fantastic unreality of all that was happening to him there seemed nothing absurd in Introducing Janet precisely as he hd promised. Caslmir Cas-lmir was sitting beside him smiling gently. "This," said Tommy, "is my aunt. Allow me to Introduce her to you." The count stood up, bowed, took Janet's hand and kissed it. He showed not the slightest sign of ever having seen her before, though he must have recollected the pink dressing gown and quilted slippers In the corridor In the morning. He did not seem to feel that Janet in her shabby frock was out of place at the Mascotte. By not so much as the tremble of an eyelid did he show his astonishment that Tommy had brought an aunt with him to Berlin. "I'm very glad to meet you, Count Caslmlr," said Janet. "There's something I want you to do for me. I'm sure you can do It If you will. I am, as I dare say you know, acting act-ing as continental representative of the Federation for the Promotion of s World Peace Through the Union of Christian Churches." Caslmlr bowed again. Not even his knowledge of Shakespeare was sufficient for a quotation suitable to follow Janet's speech. "The Patriarch of Lystrla," said Janet, "Is one of the leaders of the Christian churches whom we are most anxious to enlist in our movement. move-ment. Unfortunately, our Foreign olllce " Casimlr glanced appealingly at Tommy. The sudden appearance of this spinster aunt startled him. Her Intention of Interesting the patriarch In a matter of which he had never heard bewildered him. Tommy made no reply to the unspoken un-spoken appeal. He turned and walked away. The entertainment at the Mascotte was evidently over. The men and women who had dined or supped there rose from their tables and passed out of the room. Tommy edged his way through the procession proces-sion of departing people and found a quiet place where there was still light enough for rending. He opened the note which the princess had flicked onto his plate, and read: "(Jo back to London and marry Viola Temple. Calypso." Tommy stared at the words. He f. . did not know any one called Viola Temple. He had certainly no Intention Inten-tion of marrying any one of that name. Indeed, I do not think he ever heard the name before. Of course, it was well enough known in London, Lon-don, and since her friendship with Lord Norheys became notorious, the lady's picture had been In all the Illustrated Il-lustrated papers. But Tommy lived in a remote corner of Ireland. He heard no social or theatrical gossip, and seldom saw a paper except the Irish Times, which does not publish pictures of dancing girls. Nor did he understand why the girl in the Mascotte by far the prettiest pret-tiest of all he had seen should have singled him out among the men present pres-ent to be the recipient of this note and this odd command. If' Viola Temple had to be married, there must surely be some one more suited suit-ed for the job than he was. He remembered re-membered the scornful glances which the girl had cast at him while she danced and the mocking obeisances of her curtsies. He wondered why on earth she did these things and what she could possibly know about him. Then slowly a little understanding, a mere glimmer, came to him. Caslmir had promised that he should meet a lady at the Mascotte, had indeed brought him there for the purpose. Well, he had met Calypso. Casimir, speaking to him Just before be-fore the dance, had called her a princess, Princess Calypso. The title was no doubt a picturesque exaggeration exaggera-tion Intended as an advertisement. Tommy had heard of some one known as the "Queen of Song." Perhaps Calypso was the "Princess of Dancing," Danc-ing," though he did not think that she deserved the title. The whole thing was puzzling, confusing, con-fusing, ' utterly Incomprehensible. Yet Tommy was glad that he had come to the Mascotte, very glad that he had seen the girl. She was Tommy always becomes Incoherent when he tries to speak of his first feelings about Calypso. I do not wonder. He had all his life been accustomed ac-customed to women like my sister Emily, some of them older than Emily, Em-ily, many of them of course younger. But all of them wise, sensible, respectable, re-spectable, like Jaeger underclothing, which though wholesome is not exciting. ex-citing. Calypso was utterly different. differ-ent. If I were to compare her to a garment hut I do not know enough about clothes to do that, and I am told that the best of these things are not exhibited in shop windows. The fact Is that Tommy, then and there, suddenly, abruptly, hopelessly, fell in love with Calypso. I do not profess to understand love at first sight. The six or seven love affairs I have experienced In life have all been gradual, a growth of feeling so slow that the lady had generally passed out of my reach gone to Nice or Monte Carlo or somewhere for the winter before I found out that I was In love with her. But I am not a skeptic about the reality of these sudden passions. No sensible man can fee. Literature gives us the cases of Romeo falling in love with Juliet, of Fanny Squeers falling in love with Nicholas Nickleby, and many others. In real life at the moment mo-ment I can only recall Garibaldi and Anita, but that is good enough. He fell in love when he was looking at her for the first time at a great distance dis-tance through a telescope. Tommy had a better excuse than that. Casimlr tapped Tommy on the arm. "His majesty," he said, "wishes to speak to you." Tommy looked round. The room was almost clear of visitors, who had streamed off to finish a night's pleasure pleas-ure In the Palais de Dance next door. Waiters were busy clearing away the debris of meals from the tables. Most of the lights had been put out. Janet Church was standing by herself her-self beside the table where she had been introduced to Casimir. Tommy saw no one whom he recognized except ex-cept the little head waiter. He was seated by himself at n table In a corner of the room with a bottle of champagne In front of him. Thus, it may be supposed, head waiters relax re-lax themselves and recuperate after their toils are over. "His majesty waits," said Casimlr. He was standing very erect with his hands at his sides in a military attitude, of attention. With a side glance he indicated the head waiter. Tommy felt that he was living through some confused nnd fantastic dream dancing girls transformed into princesses and head waiters into in-to kings. Or perhaps it seemed wildly Improbable this might be part of the evening's entertainment at the Mascotte, an original kind of harlequinade. He walked slowly over to the table ta-ble at which the head waiter sat. He was greeted with friendly cordiality. "Sit down, my dear hoy. Please sit down and have another glass of wine." Tommy stared at him In amazement. amaze-ment. Not at all in this familiar fashion had the head waiter treated him earlier In the evening. Then he glanced at Casimir who was standing stiffly to attention. "There's such divinity doth hedge a king " said Casimir. "Explain. Casimir." said the head waiter. "Lord Norheys does not understand." un-derstand." "Please," said Casimir. "you are In the presence of King Wlartlslaws of Lystrla." "But I don't keep up any pretense |