CHAPTER XXVIII.
JOHN ARMITAGE If so be, you can discover a mode of life more desirable than the being a king, for those who shall be kings; then the true Ideal of the State will become a possibility; but not otherwise .-- Marius the Epicurean.
June roses overflowed the veranda rail of Baron von Marhof's cottage at Storm Springs.

The Ambassador and his friend and counsel, Judge Hilton Claiborne, sat in a cool corner with a wicker table between them.

The representative of Austria-Hungary shook his glass with an impatience that tinkled the ice cheerily.
"He's as obstinate as a mule!" Judge Claiborne laughed at the Baron's vehemence.
"He comes by it honestly.

I can imagine his father doing the same thing under similar circumstances." "What! This rot about democracy! This light tossing away of an honest title, a respectable fortune! My dear sir, there is such a thing as carrying democracy too far!" "I suppose there is; but he's of age; he's a grown man.

I don't see what you're going to do about it." "Neither do I! But think what he's putting aside.