. St. Nicholas [serial]. and goldlace hurried out to meet them. His Highness has been expecting youanxiously, Sir Secretary, he said, bowing low, but had given up all hope, the night being sostormy. I would never have reached here had itnot been for this child, said the secretary, lift-ing Dmitry to the ground. Take him andtreat him well. But Feodor— murmured Dmitry, halfasleep. His Highnesss own groom shall see toFeodor, said the secretary, beckoning to oneof the men. Feodor is the best little horse Iever saw. And Dmitry went off well pleased. Next morning the secretary sent for the boy. Well
. St. Nicholas [serial]. and goldlace hurried out to meet them. His Highness has been expecting youanxiously, Sir Secretary, he said, bowing low, but had given up all hope, the night being sostormy. I would never have reached here had itnot been for this child, said the secretary, lift-ing Dmitry to the ground. Take him andtreat him well. But Feodor— murmured Dmitry, halfasleep. His Highnesss own groom shall see toFeodor, said the secretary, beckoning to oneof the men. Feodor is the best little horse Iever saw. And Dmitry went off well pleased. Next morning the secretary sent for the boy. Well, my young friend, now what rewardshall I give you for last nights work ? 1904.] DMITRY. 687 The boys face flushed. Only to see the they came to one where the prince, in a fur-prince, Sir Secretary, he said huskily. lined dressing-gown, sat at breakfast. Only to see the prince! That is easily There is the prince, said the secretary, done, for he has requested me to bring you to Now, if you have anything to say, say THEN DMITRY STEPPED OUT INTO THE LIGHT. i WILL TAKE YOU, SIR SECRETARY. him, said the secretary; but come, now, whatwill you have for yourself? Only to see the prince, said Dmitry, softly. Well, come, then, you odd child ; and thesecretary led him through room after room, till Dmitry hurried forward and threw himselfat the feet of the prince, who was smilinglyregarding him. My father — he gasped,then burst into loud sobs. The prince kindlyraised him, and then he told how long he had 688 DMITRY. hoped for a chance to plead for his father, whohad been now two years in prison— for sayingwhat he did not mean, sobbed Dmitry. Hetold of his mothers prayers and tears, of the
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