THE PRINCE OF WALES.

Taranaki Daily News, Volume LVII, Issue 239, 18 March 1915, Page 2

THE PRINCE OF WALES.

ADVENTURES AT THE FRONT. •Stories innumerable lire being told of the adventures of tin; iVnce -jt Wales at tin. front. Mis Royal 1 Uy'inc-q absolutely refuses to allow anybody to relieve, liiiu of one iota of his duties. Ho manages, in the most unobstrusi.-j manlier, to perforin many acj3 of kindness when In; thinks lie can do it without beinif recognised. One o: tho Prince s favorite habits (says the Daily Chronicle) is to vanish from mortal ken—"simply evaporate"—to lie discovered possibly an hour later smoking a cigarette and interrogating wounded men in some out-of-the-way corner, which is invaviably nearer the danger' zona than His R.,yil Highness should be. Ib l.kes to get among men who do no; know mm, and t'l- other dav lie iv.is i:>inl sitting in a 'bu:, talking to a v. y.mdrd sergeant and half it dozen privates of the ato".tlis, while, the sergeant was explaining the methods of snipers. A messenger came np and f/iid- something to the Prince, who turned round and wislicl the men good-bye ami good ' ick, and l.h'ai went off. A minute or twr> "hif/. r n soldier who bad been standing near by came up to the 'bus and looked ''Who was the Crenadie.r chap?" said the sergeant to the newcomer. ''''Why didn't von

know?" lie replied witli a gin; "it \va* only tlio Prince oF Wales.'' A look of consternation overspread tlic features of tile worthy sergeant and his companions. '•ftreat Scott!—and here's me and the boys smoking all his cigarettes, and T only called him 'Sir'! Never mind, sergeant, your Prince won't think any the less of yon for that if vou hut know it. .Tnst another little episode. There is a very respectable estimate of minute proportions on a certain road which shall he nameless. The proprietress Is a Tielgian woman whose husband was killed at Lierrc under rather tragic circumstances, TTe was a hero whose deed are unsung except in the little village where he was born, and it has become a sort of point of honor among the British troops to patronise this little inn whenever opportunity alTords. One day the Prince got to hear of it. and stopped by the wayside with two' other officers, went inside and ordered col Tee and cognac. While sitting there, the daughter of the landlady, a remarkably pretty child of about six, began shyly to evince "rent interest in the Prince's uniform. Tfe smilingly beckoned her over and begun to hunt his pockets for a franc piece. Finding one, he offered it to the child, who, coming near, took the coin, looked at it, and then handed it | back, at the same time pointing to his | collar badges and saying: "Souvenir. ! please monsieur." One. of the Prince's companions hastily started to undo one j of his collar badges, but the. Prince . would have none of it. TTnfastening one j of his own. he fixed it on her dress and j sent her off rejoicing to show the covet|ed prize to her mother. And that is i wli.v Tfis Tioyal Highness returned to j headquarter* the other night with one of Ilia collar badges missing.