The post. [volume] (Middleburg, Snyder County, Pa.) 1864-1883, 1882-01-26
a q second like Austrian chains.


ing tho Herald.
The exquisite never turned hair
at my entrance. lie went on read.
iug. giving an occasional yawu. I
ventured delicate little cough, as o
signal that I was anxious to inter-
view one Of the tail feathers OF the
american eagle
Not quiver in the attitude Of the
dandy.
I was not accustomed TO such inn
pertinence, 20 let out little plain
Yankee talk.
Down went the newspaper the
gold eyeglasses we're directed to-
ward me a drawling voice informed
me that the chief OF the embassy was
away.
Tho old Adam in me grow ss tig
as circus tent, Iyelled;
"You are placed here by the
American government to afford
protection to American subjects
Lord, my good man, I can't do
nawthing T.
You we're placed here either for
use or for ornament you little whip.
per snapper hut you are dog
gasted fail ure in either capacity"
The now frightened clerk drawled
ont again
Here Sam-muel, shew this paw.
son tho door ~
Out rushed, followed by the be
wildered Austrian.
need not tell Of four hours adj
ditional labor. the result OF which
was my release, however. / was
driven to my hotel My heart was
in my mouth when | learned that
Emil was not there.
visited every hospital and police
station in Vienna. All in vain. My
heart bled for the poor Hungarian
boy-tbe gentle lad who was doubt
less languishipg down deep in an
Austrian prison.
A day or two Of fru.tless labor
and anxiety followed, unit! ! was
compelled to confess myself beat
en-l, q Yankee detective.
The poor, trusting youth, with his
oft rope ited assurance, Of faith in
the "gool American the heart
broken baron. the distracted Dalton
oh, was in pretty pickle.
telegraphed to NJ Dalton
Emil is lost For Gods sake
come on at once"
received an answer shortly
M. Dalton has gone. Left no ad-
dress"
cussed my carelessness, aud
flashed to the ba'on at Kisochati
Your son has mysteriously dis
appeared from my charge Hasten
here |"
The answer drove me almost furi-
Gus
Baron Won Magyar not known ;
no such place as Kisocbati."
Was I in a dream 7 I could not
sleep for thinking Of those big,
pleading eyes. which seemed to fol.
low me wherever I turned.
grew haggsred, aud must event.
uslly have fallen into brain fever.
bad n ut besu REQ .lle l 20 Paris by
. telegram from one Of my own
agents.
Not knowing what else 10 do. I
returned to that magnificent city.
The first person I mot, while step.
ping off the train. was Philander
Phog, an old acquaintance.
He was amazed ut my condition,
for I had grown thin, aud anxiety
Was doubtless painted on my face.
Philauder hurried me to his room,
aud lashing me fast to q bottle OF
wine wanted to know what was up.
gave him the history OF the case.
"What was the date Of your de-
parture from Paris ?"
November, l7-Wednesday."
"Just q month ago." he exclaimed
With q bound, he had taken down
newspaper file, aud was turning
over it's pages.
Presently. with Q guffaw that
fairly shook the raftsrs. he fell back
into q chair, shouting between bis
spell
"Oh, Lord oh, Lord The best
detective 10 America taken iu--done
for II
The blood rushed to my face I
sugrily demanded an explanation ;
but IL was impossible for him to do
or say more.