ce had come at last." But as he
approached the stranger he saw, to his great disappointment, that he
had nothing more serious to deal with than one of the international
army of amateur photographers, who had been stalking the Princess as a
hunter follows an elk, or as he would have stalked a race-horse or a
prominent politician, or a Lord Mayor's show, everything being fish
that came within the focus of his camera. A helpless statue and an
equally helpless young girl were both good subjects and at his mercy.
He was bending over, with an anxious expression of countenance, and
focussing his camera on the back of the Princess Aline, when Carlton
approached from the rear. As the young man put his finger on the
button of the camera, Carlton jogged his arm with his elbow, and pushed
the enthusiastic tourist to one side.

"Say," exclaimed that individual, "look where you're going, will you?
You spoiled that plate."

"I'll spoil your camera if you annoy that young lady any longer," said
Carlton, in a low voice.

The photographer was rapidly rewinding his roll, and the fire of
pursuit was still in his eye.

"She's a Princess," he explained, in an excited whisper.

"Well," said Carlton, "even a Princess is entitled to some
consideration. Besides," he said, in a more amicable tone, "you
haven't a permit to photograph on the Acropolis. You know you
haven't." Carlton was quite sure of this, because there were no such
permits.

The amateur looked up in some dismay. "I didn't know you had to have
them," he said. "Where can I get one?"

"The King may give you one," said Carlton. "He lives at the palace.
If they catch you up here without a license, they will confiscate your
camera and lock you up. You had better vanish before they see you."

"Thank you. I will," said the tourist, anxiously.

"Now," thought Carlton, smiling pleasantly, "when he goes to the palace
with that box and asks for a permit, they'll think he is either a
dynamiter or a crank, and before they are through with him his interest
in photography will have sustained a severe shock."

As Carlton turned from watching the rapid flight of the photographer,
he observed that the Princess had remarked it also, as she had no doubt
been a witness of what had passed, even if she had not overheard all
that had been said. She rose from her enforced position of refuge with
a look of relief, and came directly towards Carlton along the rough
path that led throu