The Penn's Grove record., 1884-05-17

pres 5ed his lips on her fair hair and
gently put her away, just as the door
opened to admit a most appetiZing odor
and Mutter van Tam bearing in triumph
the sayoury radOut.
Here, SIT, IS such a dish as you will
not get every day, though, | suppose,
| shouldn't say so ~ she remarked, with
complacent pride.
81 assure you l appreciate my good
luck, ntutter,' said Fritz gaily ''and
there is only one thing necessary to
complete my happiness"
els it beer or schnapps, sir ?"
Neither. 1t is the company of your
self and your daughter at tbs best of
dinners"
''Oh, sir, we shall be very pleased, |
am sure, if you are not to- proud to sit
down with such simple folk as Greta
and I!n
Quickly the rdgOut and a bottle of
Mutter van Tann's best wine disap-
peared, the repast being enlivened by a
running fire of jokes, compliments and
stories between the landlady and her
guest, in which Greta. took very little
part. AT last there seemed no excuse
for sitting longer over the table ; and
Fritz. who had for a moment relapsed
into thoughtful silence, rOs to his feet
with a half sigh as he glanced at Greta.
Then, turning to the landlady, he SAID
quietly
ut is growing late, Mutter van Tam,
and | must leave you. VIII you allow
me to send tomorrow some remem-
brance of my pleasant visit and your
kindness to me, as a souvenir of Frederic,
Prince of Prussia ?"
For an instant the landlady stared,
then laughed scornfully.
"Ach, sir, you young gentlemen will
have your jokes Wasn't there one
here last week WHO told me he was
King of the Cannibal Islands, and must
have a baby's tender loin for his dinner?
No, sir, Mutter van Tam hasn't lost
her wits yet !"
ooh, well, mutter, it's no matter, any
way |" laughed the young man. "But
it's high time | wasshowing you | don't
intend making off without paying for
the Tdg0ut.
The landlady looked relieved, while
Fritz thrust his hand into n pocket
after another, finishing his search at
last with an exclamation of most COM
zeal CONSERVATION.
Upon my word, could anything be
more absurd ? l haven't a penny any
where about me ~
For an instant Mutter van Tam
gazed speeches. ; then, seeing that this
was not intended as a joke,
"Swindler, rascal !" she exclaimed.
"But, mtutter," cried Fritz, almost
choking with laughter.
"Oh, you smooth-tongued, impudent
scoundrel, TO deceive and rob a poor
widow who was fool enough to trust
you'll You a Prince indeed, you shabby,
lying, rascally musician with I'VE a
penny to bless yourself !"
but, matter," put in a fearful plead
ing voice, as a soft hand was laid on
the angry woman'S arm. 81 am sure he
has lost his purse. He would never
''Greta, you are a perfect fool | Look
at him /! He hasn't even the decency
TO pretend to be ashamed of himself,
but stands there laughing, rs if il were
the best joke In the world Oh, the
villain"
Just then the landlady's attention was
diverted by an unusual sight-the view
from the window of a very handsome
travelling-carriage and pair of coal
black horses drawing up before the inn,
while an elegantly-dressed gentleman,
before whom the.footmen bowed respect
fully, sprang from the carriage, and IN
an instant was In the inn-parlOr.
''ThanK Heaven !" he began, as he
caught sight of Fritz !; but the young
man interrupted him hastily, speaking
in French and requesting to be addressed
in the same language.
81 knew you were in this nelghbor-
hood" the newcomer continued, land
have been looking anxiously for you
since yesterday. There is bad news
from Berlin. Your father is very Ill !;
you are summoned to return 1mmedi-
ately. There is not a moment to be
lost I"
With a hurried cry of dismay, the
young man started to his feet, and fol-
lowed closely by his friend, fastened
towards the door. On the threshold he
turned for an instant, with Il farewell
glance at Greta, who was gazing at him
WIFI Il SIlSl-SIl1ChCn CAplCoolOl "AtSA
he never forgot.
"Adieu, Greta, he said gently, Jun
til we meet again ]"
The next moment the cloud of dust
in the wake of the swiftly-departing
carriage was all that remained OF Nut
ter van Tann's guest.
Forty years had passed. All Europe
was ringing with the glory and renown
of the warrior-King of Prussia. The
years which had sprinkled his hair with
silver had, in return, crowned him with
undying laurels, and the proud accla-
nations Of a grateful people had be-
slowed upon him the surname OF
Great
1t was one of the Kings few hours
of repose, when the ambitious visions
of the soldier and statesman were held
in check by the magic Of music, which
up to the day of Frederlc's death was
his keenest delight. Silently the great
monarch was lying on a sofa in the mu-
sic-room st Sans SOuci, listening dream
lily to the strains which his old music
master and friend GUAM was drawing
from the piano, where, at the Kings