Wisconsin tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1847-1854, 1853-03-17
CHAPTER Y.

Philip opened the paper, and read in it
an order for FIVE thousand dollars. He
put in it his pocket, and thought, Well it's
pity that I'm not a prince. Some one
whispered in his ear, Your Royal High
ness, we are both discovered; L shall
blow my brains out
Philip turned round in amazement, and
saw negro at his side.
what do you want mask 2 he asked,
in an unconcerncd tone.
Il am Colonel Kalt, whispered the
negro The Marshals wife has been
chattering to Duke Herman, and he has
been breathing fire and fury against US
both
He is quite welcome answered Philip.
But the King will hear it ALL sighed
the negro. This very night [ may be
arrested and carried to dungeon I'll
sooner hang myself
NO need of that said Philip.
What am I to be made infamous for
my whole life am lost, | tell you. The
Duke will demand entire satisfaction His
back is black and blue vet with the marks
of the cudgelling l gave him. l am lost,
and the bakers daughter too I'll jump
from the bridge and drown myself at
once p
God forbid = answered Philip; what
have you and the bakers daughter to do
with it2
Your Royal Highness banters me-
and am in despair u humbly beseech
you to give me two minutes private con
versation'
Philip followed the negro into small
boudoir dimly lighted up with a few can
dies The negro threw himself upon
sofa, quite overcome, and groaned aloud.
Philip found some sandwiches and wine
on the table, and helped himself with great
relish
I wonder Your Royal Highness can
be so cool on hearing this cursed story
If that rascally Salmoni was here who act
ed the conjurer, he might save US by some
contrivance for the fellow was bunch
of tricks As it is, he has slipped out of
the scrape.'
so much the BETTER interrupted Phil
ip, and replenishing his glass since he
has got out of the way, we can throw all
the blame upon his shoulders.
How can we do that The Duke, [
tell you, knows that you and l, and the
Marshars wife, and the bakers daughter,
we're all in the plot together, to take ad-
vantage of his superstition. He knows
that it was you that engaged Salmoni to
play the coniurer that it was me that
instructed the bakers daughter with
whom be is in love) how to inveigle him
into the snare that it was me that en-
acted the ghost. that knocked him down,
and cudgelled him till he roared again
If [ had only not carried the joke too far,
but [ wished to cool his love little for
my sweetheart. Twas a devilish bust
ness III take poison.
Rather swallow a glass of wine-'tis
delicious said Philip. taking another tart
at the same time For to tell you the
truth my friend, think you are white
livered sort of rogue for a colonel to
think of hanging, drowning, shooting, and
poisoning Yourself about such ridiculous
story as that. One of these modes would
be too much. but as to all four-nonsense,
I tell YOU that at this moment [ don't
know what to make out of your tale
Your Royal Highness have pity on me,
my brain is turned The Dukes page,
an old friend of mine, has told me this
very moment. that the Marshals wife, in
spired by the devil went up to the Duke,
and told him that the trick played on
him at the bakers house, was planned by
Prince Julian, who opposed his marriage
with his sister that the spirit ne saw was
myself. sent bv the Princess to be a wit
ness of his superstition that Your High
ness was a witness of his descent into the
pit after hidden gold, and of his promise
to make the bakers daughter his mistress,
and also to make her one of the nobility
Immediately after his marriage with the
Princess. 1t is useless for you to try =
we're the last words of the MarshaIs wife
to the Duke
And pretty story it is muttered
Philip why, behavior like that would
be a disgrace to the meanest of the peo-
pie | declare there is no end to these
deviltries'
Yes indeed 'Tis impossible to behave
more meanly than the Marshars lady
That woman must be fury. Ny gracious
lord. save me from destruction
Where is the Duke p asked Philip.
The page told me he started up on
hearing the story, and said, I will 90 to
the King And if he tells the story to
the King in his own way
Is the King here, then2
'Oh, yes be is at play in the room with
the Archbishop and the Minister Of Police
Philip walked with long steps through
the boudoir. The case required consid-
Grafton.
You Royal Higness, said the negro,
sprotect me. Your own honor is at stake,
You can easily make all straight; other
wise, am ready at the first intimation of
danger, to fly across the border. | will
pack up. and tomorrow | shall expect
your last commands as to my future be-
havior'
With these words the negro took his
leave
CHAPTER VI.
1t IS high time | were watohman
again, thought Philip, Il am getting both