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The exyeniny World Daily Magazine, Saturday. October 16, CHAPTER XV. 1 Move in Exalted Company. NTO the flagged entrance passage we tramped. The captain put a question to a hurrying orderty, “Provost marshal?” echoed the latter, scarce pausing in his prog- . “Upetaine, In the main room there, At least, feaw him going up an hour ago.” Up the no stairs we fled. A bracket of flaring naphtha lamps hung above the clowtd door of the only room in wight. They half dazaled our twilight-accustomed eyes. The captain threw open the doot without knocking, entered, and signed my captors to bring me along. ‘The room We entered was wide and sow-eelled, Save for the dying light that stole through its three grimed Windows, the apartment was il- umined only by @ candelabrum that ted on the centre of @ table, about veh lounged @ half dozen men, As | bave said, the naphtha flare sad dazzled us, ‘Now, a# we moved down the dim-lt room, our eyes could f moment make out scarce «clear detail of the pla But 1 saw a ponderous giant of nan rise impatiently from a weat at one end of the table as we cam ‘forward, So huge was be in that halt light that bis presence fairly filled the whole place as he slowly straightened {vom his sitting posture. “Well,” rumbled the big man, his bp, low pitched voice bere od out io tar off artillery and rev ating lemed to ‘latter unasked into ata! council with a pack of troopers at their heels?” “May it please you, count*—— fal- tered the captain. But the other broke in rough, “It does not please mé, Clear out!" The captain saluted and turned to sO, “Btay!" speke up the big whore casual giance at our group nad singled me out from my uniformed guards. “Who is that civilian and here did you think you were taking jwered he captain, sal ating ae ‘guia, he. is French er. ‘We were seeking the arshal, and were told we ™ repented the big man with a . “France must indeed have Jct] when ghe sends them this camp. MacMahon ts in ptr) we are here. feeManon @ full report if dt will Saue. him.” ey pasa op. as - filckering gandie onze with its sheer brows and flerco recogni epeaker. the A hundred pictures of him I seen. There could be no doubt of that giant nee I spoke up jent. relesely as he gat repared to resume some papers a ae which he had evidently glancing when we came in. "He has seen more of guch gentry than I, he je a better judge of their guilt. ‘him off, captain, Another time make sure who is in a room before forcing your way into tt, Heraus!" “Count von Bismarck!” I cried as the troopers hande closed again on my arms, “I am not a spy. I demand fusties. Not the justice of a provost mMarsho! who hangs human beings for @ living, out the justice of a Prussian he men. IT am an American wh Bian rok seemed about to renew his harp order of dismissal, when an oiderly man at his right hand looked upfor the first time from a map on the table and turned his gaze upon He was an odd, yet impressive fe. ure, His sy hody was clad in @ plain frogged frock suit of dark reen, A singie silver star shone on \s breast, His thin, smooth-shaven face was a network of wrinkles, His head ‘vax as hairless and polished as & billiard ball Hin, toa! knew from many a ple- are. He Was Field Marshal Count Yon Mu. yeerleas tactician, chief of satt of the Pruysian King. “American?” he queried in a voice as coluriess and withered as his face itaelt. “Yeu, Count," I made answer, “And ak ch spy, I . had been speaking, of course, eri Now Von Moitke inter- ea me in flawless English: rom What part of America do come am ‘rom New York, Count. My Riymarck without name } ‘He turned to tearing me further, and observed e speaks Ethglish—Ame: yithout foreign accen’ '¥ speak it with a Siberian accent for aught I care,” curtly an- ewered Bismarck, “Lt the fellow haa So “hemor eo u American's Strange Ad- venveres in (he branco-Prussian War een oe BERT PAYSON TERHUNE 1 looked to Von Moltke for ference, ul, deep in nue P amaln, be geemed to have forgotton my very y proud of his To thie day 1/ inter s unpleasant (wings Hopeless, my last chance gous, | suffered myself to be led to the door.) Just before we reached Was! flung open and two men cas mm civilian dress like myse ia & major general's uniform. At sight of the uniformed ma: captors drew up, saluted, and stood to one wide to allow the General and his companion to pass into the room, Hiemarek, looking impatiently fro: under his whugky brows as Ww thus delayed, caught sight of th newoomers. Springing up, he burried forward with outstretohed hand to reet—not the gorgeously appareled jeneral, but the rather undersized civillag at bie wide, “Welcome 17 he cried, real 2 rumbling ‘voice, ape at pur doparting figure ures, he he waded, with heavy humor ‘@ have just had an involuntary visit from @ man who calls himself « compatriot of yours.” I wae passing again directly under pe) fi of the naphtha lamps in the i , their Nght full on my face. 1 i 4 scarce noted the civillan nm comer, But now the sudden inquiry in hie dark following on the mocking words of Bismarck, made me look more closely. And, even in the shadows where he stood, | knew him, Before I could pe, the little oe unceremonior in Bismarck and had darted forw turning Mis back barrassment of had caught me by “Why, lad!" he cried delightedly in English. “What good wind blows you here?” “The whirlwind of bad fortune, nawered. “You will pardon my not remaining to greet you more d monstratively, but these solicitous friends here have a pressing appoin ment for me. In fact, they are going to hang me.” “Hang you?" he ejaculated, pus- wied. “Is it a joke or?’-—— “The man hae just been arrested, General Sheridan,” broke in Bis- ft marck, a shade more of civility, and of embarrassment, too, in his deep woice than I had hitherto heard from I deeply countryman soquaintance “Arrested as a spy. regret it, since he is and even, it seems, a PB: man, the thing's, absurd! A spy for the United States, or?"—— “A French spy!" growled Bis- marck, apparently none too well pleased at the fearless little Ameri- “He is & French captain id was caught in orilien dress, in- aide our es, wil ‘A Frenc! ‘captain? A. A French spy?" interposed Sheridan, genuinely Ww tonished. “My dear air, some one hi played a ridiculous trick on you. This js an American, and no more in France's service than Tam! As read~- ily arrest me for being inaid he Prussian lines in oivilian clothes “You seem remarkably sure of him," observed Bismarck, a faint ir aneer tingime hia heavy voice. “@ure of him?” repeated Sheridan, on whom the possible Irany, was lost. gure as I @ oF, yee! ‘ou knéw him fn nape, be before Ne entered the French Reve known pip. off and on, in America,” retorted Sheridan, “for the past eight years. I dined with him at the home of Geueral Clay in New ¥ork not eight months ago. If he has become a French captain since then— 1 I can say is thet France evidently arants lightning-quick promotions to unknown foreigners.” Bismarck seemed undecided. My Unian captain looked from one to the other of tho speakers. Von Molt! and one or two of his companions at the table had moved forward to hear the discussion. Decidedly I was for once-hecoming @ person of interest in the world. “General Sheridan ts acquainted with the jwoner?” queried Von Moltke ae reached the doorway group. “So he says,” returned Bismarck, expressionless tones may e expressed either affirma- tion or doubt. But Sheridan took no offense, Instead, he turned to Von Moltke with Hi “My dear M aid he, “you witl perhaps grant there is no mis- take when T tell you this young man at that time a mere lad, recently out of West Point—was one of my aides during the Shenandoah cam- align, ang that I saw him daily for nt “He was at my ide at the battle of Winchester where he was wounded in the forearm by @ shell. When he wot out of the hospital after that he was promoted and transferred to the staff of my friend, General Clay, I have seen him. repeatedly in New York since the Civil War, In fact, he engaged to be married to General lay’s daughter.” “But,” urged Bismarck, stubborn though half convinced, “what is he doing in the Prussian lings, in"——~ “On my indorsement,” answered Sheridan, “he was one of the cavalry aug sent to Europe recently to udy Continental army manoeuvres, joubtless hi to-day, aa are hundreds of other for- elgn oMcers from all over the world T vouch for him, Is that suffictent?” “Quite,” replied Bismarck, dryly, Then, in a gust of anger, he turned on the luckless Uhlan captain, “Did tt oceur to you," he growled fiercely, “to ask this gentleman to show you bie or hie milie was on that duty here tary pass? No? Of course not, You Were quite prepared to get Prussia into a diplomatic sngrl with the United States by hanging an accredited American military attache! You have not heard the last of this. Be off!" The humiliated captain sunk down the stairs, his men at his heels, [ had an absurd longing to throw my arma about Sheridan's thick neck and thank him loudly for my rescue, That same old resemblance to the dead fichard Graeme seemed always al- ternately making and marring my fortunes. Bismarck had turned to- ward me, 4 rough cordlality in his manner, Now he Mr.—Mr."—— “I sincerely rear “Graeme,” supplemented General Sheridan, “Captain Richard Graeme of the United States cavalry. And,” he added, pleasantly, “I am sure ho does not insist on any sort of apol- ogy for a blunder that gives him the honor of meeting you,” “You will dine with us to-night at the staff“Mmess, captain? urged the Count, “and of course you understand that you are free to go where you will in our lines. I will write you a spe- cial pass that will prevent any fur- mistakes," I whispered to Sheridan, as we two momentarily dropped be- hind the rest, “can you tell me where Miss Clay is?” “She has insisted throughout on staying near the front with her father,” he replied. “They were with us a week ago, I heard that they were going to Sedan, But T am not certain. If #0, they will be quite safe at our consulate there, Wait until to-morrow and T will try to get you definite news of he “Thank you, sir.” I replied, “And thank you for saving my neck just. now. “We fought t together, lad," he an- ewered, simply. All at once i ‘felt keen shame at the needful deceit I was practising upon tho gallant little hero, Would the chost of Richard Graeme never be laid? CHAPTER XVI. “Napoleon the Little. HE early morning sun was playing on the bastions of Sedan, The beleagured city, with France's flag flying above her gates, crouched deflant, like some huge monster at bay. and faced the Prussian horde that Iny menacingly before her, The German camp was alive with preparations for the day's warfare, I—from the hillerest at the end of the village nearest to Sedan—stood gazing through fleld-glasses at the citadel hefora me. Suddenly as I looked T saw an of- ficer—tiny in the distance—cross the gate-bastion to where the flageteff rose high into the still morning air, He fumbled at something at the base of the pole, Then—down came the France's ban- ner! A moment's pause—while T watched transfixed—and then, slowly, reluc- tantly, a second ball of bunting crept up the tall staff, At the summit a breath of breeze caught it, shaking out its light folds, It was the white flag of surrender! I saw tht flag officer stagger to the side of the parapet, bury his face tn his hands and crouch forward in an uncontrollable burat of weeping, Sedan had fallen! From the Prussian camp rose @ long deafening, ecstatic rour of triumph. From a brigade encamped to my left, a regimental bi crashed forth with Luther's grand triumph-hyma: “Ein Feste Burg Ist Unser Gott!" In the mad confusion of the sur- render and all that attended on it, I found the city seething and deliri- ous when, an hour later, I rode through its gates, I went straight to the Ament Consulate, Yes, the Consul knew all about the Clays. The general and hie daughter were staying at the Hotel Universale, not # stone's thrown away. To the hotel I hastened. Yos, the general and Miss Clay had been stop- ing there. Assyredly. But not now. he preceding afternoon they had ridden, under the flag of truce, to Beauvoir, The general barded city an had found the bo unpleasant refuge for fis daughter. Yes, Beauvoir was less than two leagues distant, just beyond the right wing of the Prussian camp. And ‘so out of Sedan I galloped, A nile beyond, my horse picked up a stone in his hoof. I dismounted and tried to dislodge it, But the stone was cory wedged between frog and shoe, and [ hammered in vain, with a rock, for some minutes before I could knook it free, While I was thus engaged @ travel~ ling carriage, coming from Sedan, swept down the road past me at a rapid trot, On either side of it rode @ clump of Prussian cavalry, A hundred yards beyond me the carriage stopped. For three horse-~ men, cantering up from the opposite direction, had accosted it. One of the trio was Biemarck, resplendent geaniios culrass and helmet, wo others were an orderly and an aide-de-camp, As Bismarck reached the carriage he dismounted, tossed his reins to the orderly, took off his helmet, and, with head bared and bowed, stepped up to the carriage door, which he flung open. Then it was that I saw who was the vehicle's occ: nt, It was the Frenoh Emperor, Napoleon Ll, IT had not known—untll that morn- Prussia itself had not kno raceful tnolt: nation of the head, the fallen Emperor acknowledged Bismarck's grimly de- ferential salute. ‘The two—victor and conquered—spoke together for a min- ute or #0, Then the carriage started again, Its German outriders failing in on either side; and Bismarck galloped away. T rode on, my brain awhirl, toward Beauvoir, As I neared the hill-foot leading to the heights where part of ONE OF THE MANY THOUSAND | FAULT S { a ae ING YOu the Prussian battery were eet up, T saw a light carriage lying overturned, with a dished wheel, by the roadway. A hostler was standing horse's head. F long path ran bet t sides of a weed-grown cabbage garden to a de~ mine peasant-hut whose door stood ajar, 1 scarce gave the scene a second glance. But, just as I had almost Passed, I caught a fleeting glimpse of # woman crossing the interior into the hut, My heart in my throat, my pulses pounding more madly than ever phyeical danger had been able to move them, I vaulted to the ground and rushed up the pathway, In an- other moment I wae within the hut. Whirling about from her inspection of a rude carving on the smoke- grimed wall, Madge Clay faced me. For a half minute—or a half eternity “we stood there, wordless, motion- Jews, looking Into each other's very soul Then I stepped forward, took one of her quivering, nerveless hands in mine, bent, and kissed it. “IT have come back,” I anid simply. “I have kept my word to you, I have fulfilled the condition you placed upon me.” She was still gazing at me, one hand at her throat, her great, dark eyes full of some emotion I could not slate, Still, she did not speak. I it on idiotically, fearing she had forgotten our pact, “You promised that, if I could find where Richard Graeme was, Lark would grant me the privilege of yo Srendenips I began awkwardly. Rnd ally. “And you have come to yourself?” she whispered, wild hope and fear battling for mastery in her dear face, “You are"—— “I have news of Richard Graeme,” I said gently, “It te such news as I dread to bring. Will io be brave —even as he was a gallant, fearless soldier? be tr don’t understand,” she fal- tered, the hope in her eyes dying into a sick misery that went through me like a knife. “What"—— “E have go little skill at breakin, news gently,” [ blundered on. “Will you try to bear it as—as he would “Yes,” I said, hurrying to get my hateful duty over, “He-—the train on which he was coming to Paris, the day he landed in France seven montha ago—the train was wrecked and— “There were but seven passengers left alive.” I continued. “And he wae not jong the sev OPLE WHO ARE READING THE EVENING WORLD’S Complete Novel Each Week? If net, you are robbing yourself of the richest fiction treat ever offered to the readere of a newspaper. The Evening Worl author, These novel: every week, printe a novel by some famous re issued complete in six rge dally inetalments. They are eclected with a view to suiting the tastes of all readers. And the tremendous success of the plan hae long been demonstrated. In The Evening World's “COMPLETE NOVEL EACH WEEK” series Is the foremost work of such “best-seller” authore ae Robert W. Chambers, Mary Roberts Rinehart, Rupert Hughes, James Ol/: weed, Morgan Robertson, Margaret Widdemer, George Rand ph Chee tor, Louie Joseph Vanoe, Edgar Rice Burro: and ethere of seam ughe many equal By Meurice Ketten iT WASA’T (TS NOT MY FAULT ANOTHER ee ee RING You ANOTHER Bowl of SouP r There! It was out. I looked for a burst of tears--for a swoon—for fran- tle queations. And I braced myself for the ordeal, Instead, when I dared again raise my eyes to her, whe had suddenly turned away, and was looking fixedly out the window. I stood, miserably, watching her averted face and the graceful figure whose tense lines told me nothing. wamed to console her, to be of use to her in her black hour, to soften her grief by words of comfort, But I was tongue-tied. How could I be hypocrite enough to retend honest condolence, when ichard Graeme's death left me a chance ome day to win her? No, there was nothing | could eay, I, who loved ber above all the world who would blithely have laid down my life at her bidding-—I could do nothing to Mghten the load of sor- tows on her gentle heart. Tt was, I reflo cted bitterly, Richard Graeme's last and crowning revenge on me for daring to love his sweet- heart. ann big ehe turned again to Ana now, too, I noted that it was far thinner and palor than when I had first. beheld it—fresh, radiant, ex- Quisite—in the Tuileries «ardens, She had suffered—wuffered cruelly. Again I know not what to aay, T knew I ought to leave her alone to her grief, It was no place for an out- sider, But I hesitated. bli) hut was on the edge of the t any moment a kao to enter it on @ fora: could I leave her there protected? She read and said, aa aloud: “Our carriage broke down outside, My father has gone ahead to order another at the inn, My ankle was twisted, and he did not want me to walk so far. He will be back in « few moments.” Bhe spoke in an even, dead voice. Yet, to me, there seemed in it more of dire, hopeless perplexity than of heart-break (L do not understand women.) “You would rather be alone,” said L “LT will watt outside in the dooryard until your father comes back. I shall allow no one to pass me and enter here." I thought from her quick movement, aa L spoke, Wat she meant to bid me stay, But she checked herself, and I passed out into the dooryard, not dar- ing to give her one backward look aa 1 went, lest my resoluuon waver, ‘This was no time for me to speak to her of love. Lt would be an unepeak~- able insult, a profanation of her mourning heart Yet, had I looked again into those unfathomable eyes, 1 knew well that my adoratio: must have burst through all bounds of restraint and santty, to find outlet tn words that Thad no right to speak, Out in the cabbage-bordered path I groped my way 48 one in the dark, my senses blinded by that one over- mastering desire, And as I went I well-nigh collided with an viderly ofcer in French uniform who was limping slomly to and fro up and down the pa “Pardon” q “gaia with perfunctory olvility, standing aside to allow him to, pasa me, hen, glancing beyond him to the road, 4 back to the fleld beyond, I aw lines of Prussian cavalry drawn up on every side, cach rider's eyes Axed on us, aha toad hegide tha ova herself, un- my face as an open book, Thad asked a question 3 ales one fven the positions o) the breast reated on hie face, 1 eam | of « dread mans or of a man tied within » was the fare orey, re et f the Frenet! ule c WMAPTER x x “a. 1 Come to Life HAVE read divers « of “The Meeting in the bage Patch” of the humble spot where Napoleon IML, crushed Emp ot the waited the arrival of bie King William of Prussia, and f the conference there between the two monarehs Hut whenever I read such deserip- tons face arises in my mind. A neh Hifeless, bopeloss, pallid mask of @ face, with drooping gustache, wilted hair, «mall glazed goatee, unkempt eyes trom whence the fires of living had fled—the face of “Napoleon the Little,” as it confronted mo that hot eptember day, in the weed-grown th, wiemetrul that J was in civilian trews, | drew myself up and saluted. The fallen Kmperor returned the lute with Abat imperial grace whieb over wont #0 Incongru aly with his » figure and ace. ‘Xs ho bowed, ue polite glance at me was changed to one of d ing Thee your "he sald, as T wan about to pase respectfully “put are you not the American cal tain who brought nn reports from Germany ~*. July? sire uly royal, mecncry, has # euly ro} 3 you for remembering my slight ser- 4 my unworth} protest. en, rk he bitte higeees that eo air of grave, feless ness. fpocdny 1 have surrendered to Prus- nin the citadel of Sedan. In it were myself, ot general eed L veri forty officers of general rank, leaner officers, and 3 aay’ ny 4 ou sand soldiers—w! hands. Do you know what ch mal mean when the news reaches It will mean revolution, the fall iriae my empire, the death-knell of poleonism. I know the French! ‘There was no complaint, no excit ment, no fretfulnesa in the slow, dead voice T could scarce believe this was the peevish, uncontrolled man who had Rowied “childish insults at me, in the ‘Tuileries, barely six Weeks ago Stull less could 7 fathom why he now spoke to me aa he did, He went on in that same leaden tone “Last July you brought me true word of Prissia’s power, In retura, 1 called you a lying bungler, and tore your reports to shreds, I believed in those friends who owed all to me. 4 ‘They hav eived me. Your repo would have saved me. F tell you all this that you may understand my sincerity when L say Louis Napoleon thanks you and asks your forgive. news,” “sire!” L oried, deeply moved Bet lofty man's terrible abasement, “I that you will not speak so! I would to heaven it were still in ny power a ANCE. blow for Your Majesty You owe me no apol- cemae we of to strik and for F ony, no Wr “Then grant me one trifling loge,” he said with a rare a his ‘wearted face. Sedan's surrender reaches Paris I shall be deposed. But, for the mo- ment’-—with momentary proud erec- ture of the bowed back—"I am atill Emperor of the French, In that ca- pacity [ beg your acceptance of a token that in but poor payment for what you suffered at my Sands. But, such as it 1s, It is an emperor's last gift, and it ls proffered to a gallant man.” Before I could divine his purpose, he had unpinned from the breast of his uniform the Cross of Honor, and was fastening it above my heart, My stammered words of thanks were drowned in a hoarse, rattling cheer from the troops furthor down the road. Along the bighway, toward where we atood, cantered a group of horse- men, At their head was « tall, broad-shouldered man, lofty of mien, His face was bluff and weather- bronzed, A sweeping white mustache and. side whiskers showed {n sharp to his tanned features, It King William of Prussia— Emperor of Germany whom soldiers were cheering to the contrast was he future the skies At hiv right hand—bareheaded and flushed with triumph--rode Count Bis- marek. At his left—cold, withered, expressionless as ever—Von Moltk At sight of the drew himself up, with a pitiful effort at soldierly carriage, and advanced, Mmping, along the path, to meet his conqueror. The troops were beating back the of peasants aid (uwunloik wi clustered about the warden gate, One mana wild-eyed, touseled ease rted under a cayal gained the gate with a bound, “and a: path toward wi Little!” he screamed You have betrayed France into German hands, you charlatan traitor! But you shall nm profit by your Judas He whipped out a moved, The soldiers were hurrytn path after the fanatio, But they were too far behind, Acting on impulse, I hurled myself between the moveless, totally unruffied Emperor and tho levelled pistol, T struck out for the madman’s face. There Was & flash that seemed to All the sues Thon a dark cloud lowly Att down over my hoad, t case un the i come te myself petereiiy My beet YY a te fort, | motioned th a thon of pressure (hat wa a be there ever since my Om membered by the assess tween the t The aiteck, my » men bullet must he on the head, probaly hot my head throb and had after the railroad How long ha Ab bour at ie wnt in the avoir huts, Inked uut of the Window, an falling ” his i wi hy September? It was waa probably dellrions. Then I fell to wondering > gl Clay might be. could see her and tell my ama worry 1 wae for her misfortune, ww rtune? Min! 1 myself was Richard Yet—yet—my name was Dotern, Sens aie nee oh, ther many people sons oo. there was a mys- And was #0 ack ot mysteries. My eyes Woeiesé heavily about the some ‘one had ‘Frideatiy bess on ating and recently. For a SO a OH 7 de & ba on = 4 mand, and ov . ol Renda atitl in ‘an? ise the floor, beside the chair, oqewpaper was lying, aprawied Droae che as it had slipped from the I wondered how Rasaine was hold- log oul at Mets. Perhaps there might be news of the beleagurement. | leaned down with jeulty, found myself strangely weak, ani rgrtrg the paper. My eye fell on we Nepublique. Sedan, 16 Decem- December 341 had I Jain a tt Pad nae Boa mc waa és Ire! I empire a ‘atttne Radice on the ce de str sg Quatre-vingt- ‘La sl dix- -Rulteme Jo " Ninoty-elghth day?” an wait I still hopelessly out of m: on printed since sfieeet fran, ine = “erunane at Weraaion and with a shock that bro my wan- dering faculties back as though I had swallowed @ stimulant. ‘Affaire Graeme” the article was headed. With dilated pupils I slowly An affair which ts of far more than ordinar, Savarees. ye & yard has hitherto kept t stri secrecy was revealed toa Teporter of this journal by Dr. Xavier last evening. Dr. Xavier is the mecek she recently performed the 0} of trepanning on the skull Richard Graeme, who was wound: ed in the head last September in defending the former from & fanatic’s bullet. Mr, Graeme has lain in a stupor sor since, and last week was injured ‘Tarascon wreck, aud to a local hospital. On @ train, in same com had sat one Capt, Ray who was returning to Paris from ten years’ service in Algeria. Benton was killed im the Mr. wreck, His papers, portm: etc,, were su 5 th; way officials, to My. Gracme, and were sent to the hos- pital to the latter gentleman. As Mr. Graeme recovered g@enses, he was unaware (as Xavier says is usually the that hid memory was gone. ing Benton's papers and army on ders, he quite naturally supposed himself to be Benton. Indeed, he aamumed Benton’ personality, wholly forgetful of hie own. The fact that he was « ry officer in America an excelleyt French scholar the deception the easier. Dr. Xavier believes that when Mr. Graeme next recovers con- sciousness he will remember both identities and will speedily re,’ cover bis health. He i still in @ private room at the Grand where American frien jeneral and Miss Clays sumed full responsi iit ‘Ke over him, ‘ov I dropped the paper, hands’ famay toretned, Gentiles te think, ‘To my amazement, [little by berea was to her But thoughts ever dashed back, no Cad to what theme I might turn them Madge—it my The door opened. Like @ breath fresh mountain air, she came the room, She paused for a hesitating Inst om the threshold, looking jn jo; wonder at my opened eyes, Then—my arms were open too, And with a sob that was half a Jaugh she had thrown herself into poleonism was dead, nee was a republic, Germany was about to become ® vast united empire vhat did IT care for such tritles as those? hiv Ball vaa i the one ‘eee Facto ip \ MM