KING JOHN OF JINGALO

THE STORY OF A MONARCH IN DIFFICULTIES

BY LAURENCE HOUSMAN

NEW YORK
HENRY HOLT AND COMPANY
1912

Copyright, 1912,
BY
HENRY HOLT AND COMPANY
Published November, 1912

THE QUINN & BODEN CO. PRESS
RAHWAY, N. J.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER I. A Domestic Interior
CHAPTER II. Accidents Will Happen
CHAPTER III. Wild Oats and Widows' Weeds
CHAPTER IV. Popular Monarchy
CHAPTER V. Church and State
CHAPTER VI. Of Things not Expected
CHAPTER VII. The Old Order
CHAPTER VIII. Pace-making in Politics
CHAPTER IX. The New Endymion
CHAPTER X. King and Council
CHAPTER XI. A Royal Commission
CHAPTER XII. An Arrival and a Departure
CHAPTER XIII. A Promissory Note
CHAPTER XIV. Heads or Tails
CHAPTER XV. A Deed Without a Name
CHAPTER XVI. Concealment and Discovery
CHAPTER XVII. The Incredible Thing Happens
CHAPTER XVIII. The King's Night Out
CHAPTER XIX. The Spiritual Power
CHAPTER XX. The Thorn and the Flesh
CHAPTER XXI. Night-light
CHAPTER XXII. A Man of Business
CHAPTER XXIII. "Call Me Jack"
CHAPTER XXIV. The Voice of Thanksgiving

KING JOHN OF JINGALO

CHAPTER I

A DOMESTIC INTERIOR

I

The King of Jingalo had just finished breakfast in the seclusion of the royal private apartments. Turning away from the pleasantly deranged board he took up one of the morning newspapers which lay neatly folded upon a small gilt-legged table beside him. Then he looked at his watch.

This action was characteristic of his Majesty: doing one thing always reminded him that presently he would have to be doing another. Conscientious to a fault, he led a harassed and over-occupied life, which was not the less wearisome in its routine because no clear results ever presented themselves within his own range of vision. By an unkind stroke of fortune he had been called to the rule of a kingdom that had grown restive under the weight of too much tradition; and constitutionally he was unable to let it alone. So must he now remind himself in the hour of his privacy how all too fleeting were its moments, and how soon he would have to project himself elsewhere.

Glancing across the table towards his consort he saw that she was still engrossed in the opening of her letters—large stiff envelopes, conspicuously crested, containing squarish sheets of unfolded note-paper; for it was a rule of the Court that no creased correspondence should ever solicit the attention of the royal eye, and that all letters should be written upon one side only. The Queen was very fond of receiving these spacious missives; though they contained little of importance they came to her from half the crowned heads of Europe, as well as from the most select circle of Jingalese aristocracy. They gave occupation to two secretaries, and were a daily reminder to her Majesty that, in her own country at any rate, she was the acknowledged leader of society.

Having looked at his watch the King said: "My dear, what are you going to do to-day?"

"Really," replied the Queen, "I don't quite know; I have not yet looked at my diary."

Her Majesty seldom did know anything of the day's program until she had consulted her secretaries, who, with dovetailing ingenuity, arranged her hours and booked to each day—often many months in advance—the engagements which lay ahead. Therein she