By JOHN REED SCOTT

In which we meet again the characters of his dashing success, “_The

Colonel of the Red Huzzars_” (Eleven editions).

Mr. Scott displays uncommon dramatic skill in the handling of his

characters--the same, by the way, as those who were met in his “Colonel

of the Red Huzzars.” It is a continuation of that former dashing

romance of an American army officer who turns out to have royal blood

in his veins which eventually wins for him a throne and enthrones him

in the heart of a charming princess; mystery, intrigue, plot, and

counterplot, all are here, and the reader will find his attention held

until the very last page, when loyalty and the wit of a woman triumph

in the face of even “the Book of Laws” and a clever rascal.

“Here is a new story to set the pulses tingling.”--_Philadelphia

Press._

“Since Hope’s ‘Prisoner of Zenda,’ nothing better has been done

than this new story by the author of ‘The Colonel of the Red

Huzzars.’”--_Cincinnati Enquirer._

“There are situations involving the principal characters which

are ingenious in conception and cleverly woven into the story by

essential and natural sequence, and at these situations the reader

feels a desire to continue the story, even if the house be burning.

He has produced a story that is interesting and exciting without

being overdrawn.”--_Boston Evening Transcript._

_Four Full-Page Illustrations in Color by Clarence F. Underwood. 12

mo. Decorated Cloth, $1.50._

J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY

PUBLISHERS PHILADELPHIA

_THE DASHING NOVEL_

THE

COLONEL

OF THE

RED HUZZARS

By

JOHN REED SCOTT

Stirring adventures, courtly intrigue, and fencing both of sword and

wit, fill the pages of this story. The plot is built upon a wager

between Major Dalberg, U. S. A., and a friend that within a certain

time both would be dining with the king and dancing with the princess

royal of Valeria. Strangely enough, Dalberg proves to be of the blood

royal of Valeria, is reinstated into his ancestral rights, and when

matters are about to reach a climax, the pretender steps in, and there

ensues an encounter between American pluck and unscrupulous cleverness.

“There’s not a dull page in it.”--_The Index, Pittsburg._

“A slap-dashing vacation-day romance.”--_Evening Sun, New York._

“So naïvely fresh in its handling, so plausible through its

naturalness, that it comes like a mountain breeze across the

far-spreading desert of similar romances.”--_Gazette-Times,

Pittsburg._

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