Evening Star Newspaper, November 20, 1897, Page 16

WV, WON pe OMONO ( xe NOP ching OT peer eMT<by Bret F There MeTiQgn,Gagsul at Schlachtstadt 4 just turned out of the broad Koenig's Mré*wetttle square that held nis lences always seemed to singularly uninhabited to wear that him air peculiator@wweet scene in a theater. h their stiff striped wood- awnings over ths windows, were of the color and pattern enly seen on th and conversations carried on in the street below always seemed to be in- eseed with thatsperfect contidence and se- eurity, which surrounds the actor in his paintel desert of urban perspective. Yet it was a peaceful ehange to the other by- ways and highways of Schlachst=dt—which always filed With an eqwally unreal and mechanical soldiery, whu appeared to y taken out of their oes of “Cas- regu erne™ cr ot sely scattered all over tae pretty ted German town. There 2 standing on street s stering woodenly Hits SMe} Ss halted sudde: ly mio s at the approach of oifiziere ing stiffly, four ment with their re abre sweeping the pavi ul atone angle. Th s oi red hussars, cavalcad cavalcades of aces-vand penn nd—fermally parad square open- ul ys s keyhol i that through th ing. by..myaus,9§ a Key, the humblest “caporal” wornd up his file, the “Haup' eeatrolied his lieutenants and non- nis officers, and even the gen- <aumsclf-weating the same cap—was “t (through his cap) to a higher mov- In the suburbs, when the sup- liers gave out, th were sen- when’ these dropped off there ons” or commissary wagons. nilitary idea should ever fall try boxes ‘eal 1 lest the m out the, Sehlachtsiadt’s burgher's mind, there wert police in uniform, street ecpers in uniform, the ticket takers, ers at the “Bahnhof” were in uniform—but all wearing the same kind of cap, witn the probability of having been 2p freshly each morning for their g 1 por ly work. Even the postman delivered scofal inveices-zo the censul with his arms and the air of bringing hes from the field cf battle, and the ts sul saluted and felt for a few mome Welght of his consular respoi pte of this military precedence, em in the least inconsistent y peaceful character of gain suggested its utter cows sometimes got ‘ons of cavalry, and sheep passed singly or preceded them on the march; indeed, more delightful and in- han to see a regiment of infantry z-order, laden with every . in s did nots th wn, and ity: wandering up with squad seem to mind f it with the te when could conceivable thing they could want for a week, returning a cheerful search for sible enemy in the suburbs, to peacefifliy among the cabbages in the market place. Nobody was ever im- upon for a moment by their tre- bus energy and severe display. Drums beat trump blow dragoons all over the Exerzier platz fiash their naked swords in to the guttural command of an dy seemed to mind People recognize Rudolf or Max nodded went And, although the their side arms and an Ss wore peaceful of social dinners hed their swords in the hall, t they might be ready to an and rush out to do atheriand the betwee y looked upon “ks and ir souls in this singular of these warriors were men, and, despite their a slightly p ion- 4 man, deep! enti- nd poss when many ded to singularly simple, their atti- eternal Kri piel seemed to msul more puzzling than eve entered co he was con- with another t of Schlacht- as wonderful, yet already fa- him, For, in spite of the s without,” which, however, never ond the town it- d its suburbs were r the world for the manufac- ertain beautiful textile f. and file of and pros the district over their peaceful wayside cottages. There were sts and counting hou larger cavalry barracks, where no ‘orm but that of the postman Hence it was @hat the con- s to uphold the flag of the examination and S invoices sent to his manufacturers. But, oddly business messengers were not clerks, but ordinary nd on busy days the been mistaken for so filled and pos- waiting madchen. Here en, hen and Clar- nest of blue gowns and martly shod, brought their piece of clean paper, or in a blue handkerchief, and laid with fingers more or less worn and abby from hard service, before the con- sul for h nature. Once, in the case of @ very madehen, that signature was blotted by the sweep of a flaxen braid upon ehild turned to go, but generally 8 a grave, serious business in- and sense of ponsibility in these of ordinary peasant origin, which, equally with their sitters of France, were unknown to the English or American Woman of any class. That morning, however, there was a sur among those who, with their were waiting their turn in the © as the vice consul ushered the pector into the consul's private - was in uniform, of course, and k him a moment to recover from his might istry a 4 stiff, military salute little than that of the act idier. sa matter of importance! A stranger morning been arrested in the wn and identified as a military deserter. med to be an American citizen; he iow in the outer office waiting ‘the ui's interrogation. he consul knew, how: er, that the omin- ous ac tion had only a mild significance here. The term “military deserter” includ. a any one who had in youth emigrated to & fore sn countfy without first fulfilling nis military duty to his fatherland. His first exper! of these cases had been tedious volving a reference to his s Berlin, a correspondence with American State Department, a condi- tion of unpleasant tension, and finally the Prolonged detention of some innocent Ger- inan—naturalized—American citizen. who had forgotten to bring his papers with him in revisiting his own native country. It so chanced, however, that the consul enjoyed the friendship and confidence of Gen. Ad- lerkreutz, who commanded the 20th divi- sion, and it further chanced that the same Adierkreutz was as gallant a soldier as ever cried “Vorwarts!” at the head of his men, &s profound a military strategist and or- ganizer as ever carried his own and his enemy's plans in his iron head and spiked helmet, and yet with as simple and unaf- fected a soul breathing under his gray Mustache as ever issued from the lips of a child. So this grim, but gentle veteran, had arranged with the consul that in cases where the presumption of nationality was strong, although the evidence was noi pres- ent, he would take the consul’s parole for the appearance of the “deserter” or his pa- Conscript. one CICTOICSCICIE SUICIDES: 3 2 THE EVENING - eae ree NOVEMBER 20, 1897-24 PAGES. “UNSER KARL” ~ & More Than a_ Mere 3 “On pers, without the aid of prolonged diplo- macy. In this way, the @osul had saved to Jelwaulke #@ worthy, but imprudent brewer, and “to Néw York ‘an excellent sausage bytcher and possible alderman; but had returned to martial duty one or two tramps or, jaurneymen who had never seen America except from the decks of the ships in which they..were “stowaways,” and on which they were returned—and thus the temper and.—peace-of.-twa, great nations were preserved. “He says,"” said the inspector, severely, “that he is an American citizen, but he lost his naturalization papers. Yet he has made the damaging admission to others that he lived several years in Rome! And,” con- tinued the inspector, looking over his shoulder at the closed door as he placed his finger beside his nose, “he says he has relations living at Palmyra, whom he fre- quently visited. Ach! Observe this un- heard-of-and-not-to-be-trusted statement The consul, however, smiled with a slight flash of intelligence. “‘Let me see him,” he said. They passed into the outer office—another policeman and a corporal of infantry sal- uted and rose. In the center of an admir- ing and sympathetic crowd of Dienstmad- chen sat the culprit, the least concerned of the party; a stripling—a boyscarcely out of his teens! Indeed, it was impossible to conceive of a more innocent, bucolic and almost angelic-looking derelict. With a skin that had thé peculiar white and rosi- ness of fresh pork, he had blue eyes, ce- | lestially wide open and staring, and the thick, flocculent yellow curls of the sun god! He might have been an over-grown nd badty-dressed Cupid, who had inno- cently wandered from Paphian shores. He smiled as the eensul entered, and wiped from his full red lips with the back of his hand the traces of a sausage he was eat- ing. The consul recognized the flavor at once—he had ‘sthélled it before in Liescnen’s little hand basket. You say you lived at Rome?” began the consul pleasantly. “Did you take out your first declaration of your intention of be- coming an American citizen there The inspector cast an approving glance at the consul, fixed a stern eye on the cher- ubic prisoner, and leaned back in his chair to hear the reply to this terrible question. “I don't remember,” saui the culprit, knitting his brows. in infantile thought. “It was either there or at Madrid or Syra- cuse.”" The inspector was about to rise; this was really trifling with the dignity of the municipality. But the consul laid his hand on the officials sleeve, and. opening an American atlas to a map of the state of New York, said to the prisoner as he placed the inspector’s finger on the sheet, “I see you know the names of the towns on the Erie and New York Central railroad. But—" “I can tell you the number of people in each town and what are the manu- factures,” interrupted the young fellow, with youthful vanity. “Madrid has 6,000, and there are over 60,000 in—” “That will do,” said the consul, as a murmur of “Wundershon!” went round the group of listening servant girls, while glances of edmiration were shot at the beaming accused. “But you ought to re- member tne name of the town where your naturalization papers were afterward sent.” “But I was a citizen from the moment I made my Geclaration,” said the stranger smiling, and looking triumphantly at his admirers, “and I could vote!” The inspector, since he had come to grief over American geographical nomenclature, was grimly teciturn. The corsul, however, was by no means certain of his victory. His alleged fellow-citizen was too ency- clopaedic in his knowledge; a clever youth might have crammed for this text book information—but then he did not look at all clever; indeed, he had rather the stu- Pidity of the mythological subject he repre- sented. “Leave him with me,” said the consul. The inspector handed him a pre- cis of the case. The cherub’s name was Karl Schwartz, an orphan, missing from Schlachtstadt since the age of twelve. Re- lations not living or in emigration. Iden- tity established.by prisoner’s admission and record, ‘Now, Karl,” said the consul, cheerfully, as the door of his private office closed upon them, “what is your little game? Have you ever kad any papers? And if you were clever enough to study the map of New York state, why weren’t you clever enough to see that it wouldn't stand you in place of your papers?” “Dot's joost it,” said Karl in English, “but yeu see dot if I haf declarit mine in- tention of becoming a citizen, it’s all the same, don't it?” By no means—for you rem to have no no papers at said Karl. Nevertheless, he push- small, rosy, pickeled-pig’s feet of ugh his fleecy curls and beam- ed pleisuntly at the consul. “Dot's wot's de matter.” he said, as if taking a kindly in some private trouble of the con: “Dot's vere you vos, eh?” The consul looked steadily at him for a moment. Such stupidity was by no means phenomenal nor at all inconsistent with his appearance. “And,” continued the consul gravely, “I must tell you that un- less you have other proofs than you have shown, it will be my duty to give you up to the aufhorities.” “Dot mears I shall serve my time, eh said Karl with an unchanged smile. xactly so,” returred the consul. “Ze said Karl. “Dese town—dese chlachtstadt—is fine town, eh? Fine vo- mens. Goot men. Und beer und sausage. Blenty to eat und trink, eh? Und,” look- ing around the room, “you and te poys haf a gay times.” “Yes,” said the corsul, shortly, turning away. But he presently faced round again on the unruffed Karl, who was evidently indulging in a gormandizing reverie. “What on earth brought you here, any- way? “Vas is das?” “What brought you here from America— or wherever you ran away from?” “To see te volks.” ‘But you ere an orphan, you know, and you have no fotks living here?” “But all Shermany is mine volks—de whole gountry, don’t it? Pet your boots! How's dot! eh?” The consul turned back to his desk and wrote a short note to Gen. Adierkreutz in A Moment Before He Looked Up. his own American-German. He did not think it his duty in the present case to in- terfere with the authorities. or to offer his parole for Karl Schwartz. But he woula claim that as the offerder was evidently an innocent emigrant and still young, that any punishment or military degradation be omitted, and he be allowed ‘to take his place like any other recruit in the ranks. If he might have the temerity to the un- Coubted far-seeing military authority, of suggestion making here—he would suggest that Karl was for the commissariat fitted. Of course, he still retained the right, on production of satisfactory proof, his’ dis- charge to claim. The corsul read this aloud to Karl. The cherubic youth smiled and said, ‘Zo!’ Then extending his hand, he added the word, “Zshake!”” The consul shook his hand a little re- morsefully, and preceding him to the outer room, resigned him with the note into the inspector’s hands. A universal sigh went up from the girls, and glances of appeal sought the consul—but he wisely concluded that it would be well for a while that Karl, a helpless orphan, should be under some sort of discipline! And the securer business of certifying invoices recom- menced. . Late that afternoon he received a folded bit of blue paper from the waistbelt of an orderly, which contained in English char- acters and as a single word, “Alright,” fol- lowed by certain jegged pen marks, which he recognized as Adlerkreutz’s signature. But it was not until a week later that he learned anything definite. He was return- ing one night*to his lodgings in the resi- dential part of the city, and on opening the doer with his pass key, perceived in the rear of the hall his handmaiden, Trud- schen, attended by the usual blue or yel- low or red shadow. He was passing by them with the local “’n ‘abend!” on his lips, when the soldier turned his face and saluted. The consul stopped. It was the cherub Karl in uniform! But it had not subdued a single one of his characteristics. His hair had been cropped a little more closely under his cap, but there was its color and wooliness still intact; his plump figure was girt by belt and buttons, but he only looked the more unreal, and more like a combination of penwiper and pincushion, until his puffy breast and shoulders seemed to offer a pos- itive invitation to ary one who had picked up a pin. But wonderful!—according to his brief story—he had been so proficient in the goose step that he had been put in uni- form already, and allowed certain small privileges—among them, evidently, the present one. The consul smiled and passed on. But it seemed strange to him that Trudscifen, who was a tall, strapping girl exceedingly popular with the military, ant who had never looked lower than a corpo- ral at least, should accept the attentions of an einjahriger like that. Later he in- terrogated: her. ; “Ach! it was only unser Karl! And the consul knew he was Amerikanisch!” “Indeed!” “Yes! It was such a tearful story.” “Tell me what it is,” said the consul, with a faint hope that Karl had volun- teered some communication of his past “Ach, Gott! There in America he a man—and could ‘vote,’ make laws: and, God willing, become a town councillor—or oeber intengant—and here he was nothing but a seldier for years. And this America was a fine country. Wundershon! /Trhere were such big cities—and one, ‘Booflo’+ Wimpfel make much of him—what will you?” It ay indeed, from Trud- schen’s account, that the widow of a wealthy sho; had made a kind of protege oung soldier and given him its. Furthermore, that the wife of colonet] haf employed him to act as page or attendant at an afternoon gesel!- schaft. and-that since then the wives of other officers had sought him. Did not the herr consul it was dreadful that this American—@hu could vote and make laws, should be subjected to such things? The consul-did not know what to think. It seemed to him, however, that Karl was “getting on”—gnd that he was not in need of his assistance. It was in the expectation of hearing more about him, however, that he cheerfully @ccepted an’ invitation’ from Adlerkreutz to dine .at the Caserne one evening with the staff. Here he found, somewhat to his embarrassment, that the dinner was ‘tly in Kis own honor, and at the close of five courses, and the empty- ing of many bottles, his health was propos- ed by the gallant veteran Adlerkreutz, in a neat address of many syllables-containing all the parts of speech and a single verb. It Was to the’ effect that in his soul friend. the herr consul, and .himself, was the never-to-be-severed union of Germania and Columbia, and in their perfect understand- ing was the war-defying alliance of two great nations, and that in the consul'’s noble restoration of “Unser Karl” to the German army there was the astuté diplo- macy of a great mind. He was satisfied that himself and the herr consul still united in the great future, looking down upon a common’ brotherhood—the great Germanic- American confederation, would feel satis- fied with themselves and each other and their _nevev-to-be-forgotten “earth-labors. Cries of “‘Hoch! Hoch!” resounded through the apartment with the grinding roll of heavy-bottomed beer glasses, and the con- sul, tremulous with emotion and: a reserve- verbsin his pocket, rose to reply. Fully em- barked upon inis perilous vorage, and steering wide and clear of any treacherous shore of intelligence or fahcied’ harbor of understanding and rest, he kept boldly out at sea. He said that, while his loving ad- versary in this battle of compliment had disarmed him and left him no words to reply to his generous panegyric, he could not but join with that gallant soldier in his heartfelt aspirations for the peaceful’ alli- ance of both countries. But, while he fully reciprocated all his host's broader and higher sentiments, he must point ou: to this gallant assembly, this glorious brotherhood, that even a greater tie of sympathy knitted him to the general—the tie of kinship! For, while it was well known to the present company that their gallant commander had married an English woman, he, the consul, although always an American, would now for the first time confess to them that he } himself of Dutch descent on his mo- ther's side! He would y no more, but confidently leave them in possession of the tremendous significance of this until-then- unknown fact! He sat down, with the for- gotten verb still in his pocket, but the ap- use that. followed this perfectly conclu- Pronounced English woman—carrying cut her English ways, proprieties and preju- dices in the very heart of Schlachtstadt un- ccmpromisingly, without fear and without reproach. That she should follow a ere foreign society craze, or alter her Engli household so as to admit the impossible Karl, struck him oddly. A month or two elapsed without further news of Karl, when one afternoon he sud- denly turned up at the consulate. He had again sought the consilar quiet to write a few letters home; he had no chance in the confinement of the barracks. “But by this time you must be in the family of a field marshal, at least,” sug- gested the consul, pleasantly. “Not today—but next week,” said Karl, with sublime simplicity, “then I am going to serve with the governor commandant of Rheinfestunj The consul smiled, motioned him to a seat at a table in the outer office and left him. undisturbed, to his correspondence. Returning later, he found Karl, his let~ ters finished, gazing with childish curiosity and admiration at some thick official en- velopes, bearing the stamp of the consulate, which were lying on the table. He was evi- dently struck with the contrast between them and the thin, flimsy affairs he was holding in his hand. He appeared still more impressed when the consul told him what they were. “Are you writing to your friends?” con- tinued the consul, touched by his sim- plicity. “Ach ja!” said Karl, eagerly. “Would you like to put your letter in one of these envelopes?” continued the official. The beaming face and eyes of Karl were a sufficient answer. After all, it was a small favor granted to this odd waif, who seemed to still cling to the consular pro- tecticn. He handed him the envelope and left him addressing it in boyish pride. It was Karl's last visit to the consulate. He appeared to have spoken truly, and the consul presently learned that he had in- deed been ferred, throug) some high official manipulation, to the personal serv- ice of the governor of Rheiniestung. There wus weepiig among the Dienstmadchen of Schlachtstadt, and a distinct loss of orig- inality and lightness in the gatherings of the gentler damen. His memory stil sur- vived in the barracks, through the later editions of Ins former delightful stupiditi many of them, ii is to be feared, were in- ventions—and storics that were supposed to have come frcm Rheinfestung were de- scribed im the slang of the olfizicre as being “colossal But the consul yemembered Rheinfestung, and could not imagine it as a heme for Karl or in any way fostering his peculiar qualities For it s eminently a fortress of fortresses, a magazine of magazines, a depot of depots. It was the key of the Rhine, the citadel of Westphalia, the “Claphem Junction” of German rail- ways, but defended, fortified, encompassed and controlled by the new: as well as the oldest, devices of military strategy and Even in the pipingest time of peace whole railway trains went into it like a rat ina trap, and might have never come out of it; it stretched out an inviting hand satisfying and logical climax con- | and arm across the-river that might in the IT WAS THE DEAD KARL, HIS PLUMP FIGURE BELTED IN A FRENCH OFFICER’S TUNIC. could hold all Schlachtstadt, and had of people 500,000!" ‘The consul sighed. Karl had evidently not yet got off the line of the New York Central and Erie roads. “But does he re- member yet what he did with his papers?” ssid the consul, persuasively. “Ach! What does he want with papers when he could make the laws? They were dumb, siupid things—these papers, to him.” “But his appetite remains good, I hope?” suggested the consul. This closed the conversation, although Karl came on many other nights, and his toy figure quite supplanted the tall cor- poral of hussars in the remote shadows cf the hall. One night, however, the consul returned home from a visit to a neighbor- ing town a day earlier than he was ex- pected. As he ‘neared his house he was a little surprised to find the windows of his sitting room lit up, and that there were no signs of Trudschen in the lower hall or pas- sages. He made his”way upstairs in the dark and pushed open the Joor of his apartment. To his astonishment Karl was sitting comfortably in his own chair, his cap off, before a student lamp on the table, deeply engaged in apparent study. So pro- found was his abstraction thai it was a moment before he looked up, and the con- sul had a good look at his usually beaming and responsive face, which, however, now struck him as wearing a singwlar air of thought and concentration. When their eyes at last met, he rose instanily and saluted, and his beaming smile returned. But either from his natural phlegm or ex- traordinary self-control, he betrayed neith- er embarrassment nor alarm. ‘The expianation he gave was direct apa simple. Trudschen had gone out with the Corporal Fritz for a short walk, and kad asked him to “keep house” during their ab- | sence. He had no books, no papers, noth- ing to read in the barracks, and no chance to improve his mind. He thought the Herr Consul would not object to his looki: at his books. The consul was toucaed—it was really a trivial indiscretion—and as much ‘Trudschen’s fault as Karl's! And if the poor fellow had any mind to improve—his re- cent attitude certainly suggest-d thought ard reflection—the consul were a brute to reprove him. “He smiled pleasan:ly as Karl returned a stubby bit of pencil and some greasy memoranda to his breast pocket and glanced at the table. But to his sur- prise it was a large map that Karl had been studying, and to his still greater eur- prise, a map of the consul’s own district. “You seem to be fond of map studying,” said the consul, pleasantly. ‘You cre not thinking of emigrating again?” “Ach, no!” said Karl, simply, “it is ry cousine vot haf lif near here. I tind her.” But he left on Trudschen’s return and the consul was surprised to see that while Karl's attitude toward her had not chang2d, that the girl exhibited less eftusiveness than before. Believing it to be partly the effect of the return of -the sergeant, thé ccrsul taxed her with faithlessness.’ But Trudschen looked grave. ae has new friends, this Karl of ours. He cares no mofe for poor girls like us. When fine ladies like the old Frau von vinced him of hi a Ss grasped eagerly by successive warriors; the Zeneral turned and embraced him before the breathless assembly; there were tears in the consul’s eyes. As the festivities progressed, however, he found, to his surprise, that Karl had not only become the fashion as a military page, but that his naive stupidity and suplime simplicity was the wondering theme end inexhaustible delight of the whole barracks. Stories were teld of his genuis tor blunder- ing which rivaled Handy Andy’s; old stor- les of futuous ignorance were rearranged and fitted to “our Karl.” It was “our Karl” who, on receiving a tip of two marks trom the hands of a young iady to whom he had brought the bouquet of a gallant lieutenant, exhibited some nesitaiion, and finaily said, “Yes, but, gnadige fraulein, that cost us nine marks!” It was “our Karl” who, interrupt the regrets of another lady that she was unable to accept his master’s invitation, said, politely, “Ah, what matter, gnadigste? I have still a let- ter for Fraulein Kopp (her rival), and I was told that I must not invite you both.” It was our Karl who astonished the hostess to whom he was sent at the last moment with apologies from an officer, unexpected- ly detained at barrack duty, by suggesting that he should bring that unfortunate offi- cer his dinner, frgm the just served table. Nor were. these, charming infelicities coa- fined to nis; lal and domestic service. Although ready,,mechanical and invariably docile in the gmanpal and physical duties of a soldier—which ¢ndeared him to the Ger- man drillmaster—he was still invincibly ig- norant as ta,its pyrport, or even the mean- ing and structure of the military irstru- ments he handled or vacantly looked upon. It was “our Karl” who suggested to his in- Structors that in field firing :t was quicker and easier tq load his musket to the muzzle at once and get rid of its death-dealing contents at a single discnarge than to load and fire consecutively. It was “our Karl” who nearly killed the instructor at sentry drill by adhering to the letter of his in- structions when that ins‘ructor had forgot- ten the password. It was the same Karl who, séverelf admonished for his reckless- ness, the next time added to his challenge the precaution ‘Unless you instantly say ‘Fatherland’ I'll fire!” Yet his perfect good humor and childlike curiosity were unimis- takable throughout, and incited his com- rades and his superiors to show him every- thing in the hope of getting some charac- teristic comment from him. Everything and everybody was open to Kari and his good-humored simplicity. That evening, a8 the general accompanted the consul down to the gateway and the waiting Carriage, a figure in aniform ran spontaneously before them, and shouted “Heraus!” to the sentries. But the general promptly checked “the turning out’ of the guard with a paternal shake of his finger to the over-zealous soldier, in whom the consul recognized Karl. “He is my burshe now,” said the general, explanatorily, “my. ‘wite has taken a fancy to him. Ach! he ia very popular with these women.” The con- ‘sul was still more surprised. The Frau Generaliss Adlerkreutz he knew to be ao twinkling of an eye be changed into a closed fist of menace. You “defiled” into it, com- manded at every step by enfilading ‘walls you “debouched” cut of it, as you thought and found yourself only before the wall you “re-entered” it at every possible angle: you did everything @pparently but pass threugh it. Ycu thought yourself well out of it, and were stopped by a bastion. Its circumvailations haunted you until you came to the next station. It had pressed even the current of the river into its de- fensive service. There were secrets of its foundaticns and mines that only the high- est military despots knew, and kept to themselves. In a word—it was impregnable. That such a place could not be trifled with nor misunderstood in its right-and- acute-angled severities seemed plain to every one. But set on by his compan- ions, who were showing him its defen- sive foundations, or in his own idle cu- riosity, Karl managed to fall into the Rhine, and was fished out with difli- culty. The immersion may have chilled his military ardor or soured his good humor, for later the consul heard that he had visited the American consular agent at an adjacent town with the old story of his American citizenship. “He seemed,” sald the consul’s colleague, “to be well pested about American railways and Amer- ican towns, but he had no papers. He leunged, around the office for a while “Wrote letters home?’ 5s; it ccnsul, with 4 flash of reminiscence, ee noe the poor chap had no privacy at arracks, «an reckon w: - icokea or bedeviled.” pelea is was, the last the consul heard of Karl Schwartz directly. For a week or two later he again fell into the Rhine, this time se fatally and effectually that. in spite of the efforts of his companions, he was swept away by the rapid current, and thus ended his service to his coun. try, His body was never recovered. A few months before the consul was trensferred from Schlachtstadt to another post his memcry ef the dep: Karl was revived by a visit from tz. The general looked grave. ae remember Unser Karl?” he said. “ ‘Do you think he was an impostor?” “As regards his American cjtizenship, ves! But T could not say more.” “Sol” sai genera! “A very singu- lar thing has happened,” he added, twirl- ing his mustache. “The inspector of po- lice has notitied us of the arrival of a Karl Schwartz in this town. It appears that he is the real Karl Schwartz, identified by his sister as the only one. The other, who was drowned, was an impostor. Hein?” “Then you have secured another recruit?” said the consul, smilingly. ‘No. For this one has already served Lis time in Elsass, where he went when he left here as a boy. But, donnerwet- ter, why should that dumb fool take his name?” “By chance, I~fancy. Then he stupid- ly stuck to it, and had to take the respon- sibilities with it. Don’t you see?’ said the consul, pleased with his own clever- ness. . ‘said the general slowly, in his voice. But the German exclama- tion has a variety of significance, accord- ing to the inflection, and Adierkreutz’s ejacylation seerred to contain them ail. tS. +s. ©. 2. It ;was in Paris where the consul had Ungered on his way to his new post. He Was; sitting in a well-known cafe among whose habitues were several military offi- ‘cers,of high rank. A group of them were gathered around a table near him. He Was idly watching them with an odd rec- ollection of Schlachtstadt in his mind, and as idly glancing from them to the more attractive boulevard without. The consul was getting a little tired of soldiers. Suddenly there was a slight stir in the gesticulating up, and a cry of greet- ing. Tie congy) looked. up _mechanica!ly, and then his éyés remained fixed and star- ing at the newcomer. For it was the dead Karl; Karl, surely!_Karl—his plump fg- ure, belted in a French officer's tunic; his fiaxen hair clipped a little closer, but’ still its fleece showing under his. kepi. Karl, his cheeks more cherubic than ever—un- changed. but fof:a tiny yellow toy mus- tache curling up. over the corners of his full lips: Karl, be%ming.at his c ions in bis ld way, but rattling off French vivacitles “without tHe faintest trace of accent. Could he be“ iilstaken? Was it nome phenomenal resemblance or ‘had the soul of thy an private been transmi- grated ter nch officer. The copeul, hutgiedly called the garcon. “Who-ts fiat oftier who has just arrived?” Sadie Goristian of the intelligence sal le waiter, with proud alac- rity. “Auf: '$ officer, brave as a rabbit =un fier Iapin—and one of our best clients. So droll, too, such a farceur and mimic. M’sieur would be ravished to hear his imi- tations.”” “But he looks lke a German; and his name?” . <= “Ah, he is from Alsace. But not a Ger- ma: said the waiter, absolutely whiien- ing with indignation. “He was at Belfort. So was I. Mon Dieu! No, a thousand times nor’ ‘But has he been living here long?” said | the consul. “In Paris 1 few months. But his de- partment, m’sleur understands, takes him everywhere! Everywhere where he can gain information.: The consul's eyes ~were | Christian. Presently the officer, perhaps instinetively conscious of the scrutiny looked toward him. Their eyes met. the consul’s surprise the ci-devant Karl beamed upon him, and advanced with out- stretched hand. il on Capt. L ul stiffened slightly, and re- mained so with his glass in his hand. At which Capt. Christian brought his own ly to a military salute and said po- Inely “Monsier le o from his post. him.” You have heard, then? dryly. “Otherwise I showd not presume. our department’ makes it a monsieur le consul's case it ‘ure—to know everything.” “Did your department know that the real Karl Schwartz has returned?” said the consul, dryly. Christian’ shrugged his shoulder: ‘hen it appears that the sham Karl died too soon,” he said, lightly. ‘And * he bent his eyes with mischievous ch upon the consul. what?” demanded sul has been promoted. ‘ermit me to congratulat said the consul, For business—in becomes~ a “Yet sternly. “Mon: unfortunate man by accepting him as an the consul, iéur le consul might have saved the American citizen and not him into the German service. The consul saw in a flash the full military significance of this logic, and could not re- press a smile. At which Capt. Christian dropped easily into a chair beside him, and as easily into broken German English: “Und,” he went on, “dees town—des Schlachtstadt is fine town, ? Fine mens? Goot men? Und peer and sau ? Blenty to eat and trink, eh? Und you und le poys haf a gay times?” Iped to force ze ognizing only delightful mimicry’ of this :tdoraple oflicer, was in fits of laughter. Ne less. the consul managed to si y nd the barracks, the magazine: commissariat, the details, the reserv Schlachtstadt were very interesting? “Assuredly, “And Rheinfestung—its plans—its deta’ even its dangerous foundations by the rive —they were to a soldier singularly instruc- tive?” you have reason to say so,” id Capt. Christian, curling his Mttle mustache. “And the fortress—you think?” “Impregnabie! Mais!—" The consul remembered Gen. kreutz’s “Zo—o,” and wondered. (The end.) SSS INDIAN SUMMER. Adler- A Poetic Legend of Its Origin and Significance. From the Muskegon (Mich.) News. There is a beautiful tradition of the In- dians in the poet lore of this vanishing race of the coming of these marvelous days—the aftermath of summer, which now crown the year with a fair fleeting glory, a dreamlike beauty evanescent and lovely beyond compare. The legend runs some- what in this wise: High up in the heavens the sun god, he whose symbol is the white bird, Wakehon, looked down upon the,earth and smiled to himself to sce how well he had performed his labors of the-year. Now, the sun god is not the One-not, Ta-ren-ya-wago, the holder of the heavens; no, he is only the Manito of the sun which is the heart of the sky. He is fat and fair and lazy, and sometimes he is cross and very much out of temper, and at these times earth, sky, air and water all feel his frowns, and often, too, he is good humored and then things rejoice in his smiles. But, looking down and seeing all well done—all the grain ripened and gathered, all the fruit per- fected and stored, the meadows lying tran- quil, the forests still and peaceful, the game abundant—then the Manito grew rest- ive and bethought himself that he was much in need of a respite from such ex- ceedingly good behavior—of which he some- times grew very tired. He was not much given to thinking, but he set himself to it now to find some speedy way of indulging in such mischievous pranks as he felt dis- posed. The better to help his meditations he filled and lighted his great calumet, his mighty peace-pipe, and sat down to his musings. After a long time he hit upon a plan that filled him with giee. “Aha!” he cried, “I will get me up and away to the far frozen northland, where my brother Peboan (winter) reigns, and I will help him to strip these fores' still these rivers and send the icy blasts flying over the great lakes and waters, and the whirling, powdery snow drifting high about the wigwams. It will be rare sport to make my brother Seegwun ¢spring) work till he sweats to repair my mischief, and I'll be back to see him at it.” Then, overcome with this labor of think- ing out things for himself, to which he was not accustomed, and being yet sur- feited with the great feast of the Medway, held in the month of the Sturgeon, when ail the fruits and grains, the game and the fish are most abundant and delicious, the lazy sun god failed to note the sly approach of Wseng, the Spirit of Sleep, who with many hued pinions came softly fluttering in the air with a gentle drowse of murmur- ing noise which in time stole away the senses of the Manito, and while not at all meaning to linger, yet he drifted away into peaceful slumber. Then, while he thus sleeps, summer gayly tarries and flaunts her most vivid colors in the face of the stupid sun god; the waters laugh softly, the winds murmur in gentle undertone and all things in nature conspire together to laugh at and mock him, and yet so quietly as not to disturb his slum- bers. While he dreams the smoke from his peace-pipe fills the alr—you see it resting there on the far hills in purple haze, in the still valleys, on the quiet waters, over ail the landscape like a shimmering veil. And not tll his mighty calumet is smoked out to the very last spark will the fat and lazy Manito awaken. This, then, is the Indian summer. — He Knew ’Em. From Harper's Basar. “What! Do you mean to contradict your- self?” began peppery little old Naggen, the lawyer for the plaintiff, when it came his turn to have a “go” at the defendant him- self upon the witness stand. “After stat- ing on direct examination by my brother CATARRH Mes. Josephine Polhill of Due West, 8. 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Butter is at its Best only when “fresh,” while honey, properly kept,” remains definitely go0d—no need to hurry it out of the way for fear it may become rancid. Sugar is much used in hot drinks, as in coffee and tea. The substitution of a mild- flavored ‘honey ‘in such use may be a very profitable thing for the health. In¢ would be better for the nealth if the hot drink were what is called in Germs honey-tea—a cup of hot water wit two tablespoonfuls of extracted honey attainment of great age has in some cs been attributed largely.to Ute life-long u of honey-tea, Many people think “honey is honey,” just alike; but this is a great Honey may be of good heavy body, what bee Keepers call “well ripened,” weighing sometimes twelve pounds to the gallo:, or it tray be quite thin, It may.also be gran- all mistake. ulated, of Can. than lard. 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