required to lift the debt to Russia. It was not beyond the bounds of
reason to expect her Prince to secure the remaining fifteen millions
through private sources in New York City.

Six weeks prior to his arrival in New York, the young Prince landed
in San Francisco. He had come by way of the Orient, accompanied by
the Chief of Staff of the Graustark Army, Count Quinnox,--hereditary
watch-dog to the royal family!--and a young lieutenant of the guard,
Boske Dank. Two men were they who would have given a thousand lives
in the service of their Prince. No less loyal was the body-servant
who looked after the personal wants of the eager young traveller, an
Englishman of the name of Hobbs. A very poor valet was he, but an
exceptionally capable person when it came to the checking of luggage
and the divining of railway time-tables. He had been an agent for
Cook's. It was quite impossible to miss a train that Hobbs suspected
of being the right one.

Prince Robin came unheralded and traversed the breadth of the
continent without attracting more than the attention that is bestowed
upon good-looking young men. Like his mother, nearly a quarter of a
century before, he travelled incognito. But where she had used the
somewhat emphatic name of Guggenslocker, he was known to the hotel
registers as "Mr. R. Schmidt and servant."

There was romance in the eager young soul of Prince Robin. He
revelled in the love story of his parents. The beautiful Princess
Yetive first saw Grenfell Lorry in an express train going eastward
from Denver. Their wonderful romance was born, so to speak, in a
Pullman compartment car, and it thrived so splendidly that it almost
upset a dynasty, for never--in all of nine centuries--had a ruler of