Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1886-06-19

heated blood to the professors stories az
tyranny contrssted with the idyIlic free-
dom which his nature crayed The dayn
came soon to try his fervor and spirit
The revolutions broke out. The lovely
home, with Johanna as guard became m
arsenal from which echoed the crack az
the musket and ISSUED the smoke Of
powder. Johanna, as heroine of tho
LOlien times, loaded the arms for the ds-
tenders of the little fort, and encouraged
her loved ones by tender looks and
words of praise. It was like a scene
from 'Ivanhoe. But in vain. The bull
let's of the regulars were to strong for
the liberty loving inmates, and the Whit
flag was raised in token Of surrendeR.
Dark and glomy days succeeded that
trial for freedom and liberty. Kinckal
was torn of from wife and family, and
condemned to imprisonment for life.
confined in the penitentiary at Naugapd,
in Pomerania, where my uncle held Tho
command. Lenient with him from thu
first, though hard labor was his sentence,
the two became intimate friends. Long.
walks were taken in the garden, books
were given him, and leisure allowed him
to write his memoirs.
One sunny summer morning. when
the birds were joyfully singing in tho
rich foliage, an unusual looking man
staggered up the lane leading to the VII.
lage with 'hand-organ' upon his back.
He was old and decrepit, shaggy cloth
ing hung partly in shreds from the bent
back, the shoes were worn thin and an
old hat which had seen years of services
covered his head. Quickly the interest
of the passer-by was excited and the
''small-fry" of the hamlet soon overlook.
him and overwhelmed him with prayers
for tunes, for he was musician of the
species rara" in that neighborhood.
The peasant girls and their SWANS
danced gleefully about the performer,
whose hands, had one but noticed, wero
soft and white and unused to playing for
continental cycling. Who was The
stranger. What did he want? This tho
kinds never asked, but listened intently
to the mournful tunes of the favbrite IN
strument. But the "grinder" did not 70
lax. After ending the toll of the day
and putting up in the small inn at Maui
gard for the niget he sailed forth alone.
And here I shall draw the veil.
It was Carl Schurz, who had taken this
way to free his cousin, teacher, and
friend, as successfully disguised a
though the deft fingers of .Fagin, tho
Jew had clothed him. His attempt,
though, to bride the keeper and gain ac-
cess to Kinckel failed and being report
ed, the latter was deprived of his freedom
and privileges and renounced to his cell
Schurz regardless Of the instrument
which, for aught know, is still held m
the tavern as relic of I'VE olden time"
sought the nearest way to the woods and
made haste to leave as many miles a
possible between himself and Naugard.
A few days later the unfortunate
Kinckel was transferred to Shandus,
near Berlin. This was no velvet cushion
Or seat of roses. The commander wag
another man from my uncle, with no
love fol Kinckel and no sympathy in his
behalf. Confinement was hard now; tho
extra rations and flowers were wanting.
and he began to wane. Schurz, how
ever, had not rested in the meantime.
but endeavored to concoct new means fo'
the escape of Kinckel. One night Of
Egyptian darkness he appeared before
the Shandue fortress, undisraayed by
the awful canon dismally peering over
the walls, or the measured tread of tho
dread sentinel ALI was arranged; thst
very guard had proved 80 far as he was
concerned, the truth of Walpo,es saying
that "every man has his price," Tho
wind drowned his traitorous steps as b
wendell them toward Kinckel's cell to
inform him of his deliverance. In IN
instant Kinckel followed him, his arms
full of blankets, which he had hastily
torn from his cot. Schurz stood below,
with horses in waiting, and watched,
with bated breath, the rope making On
the wall. At last this suspension was
passed; Kinckel descended in safety.
mounted the charger and fed.
The rest of the story is known to all
Kinckel made his way to London and
was joined there by bis wife. SchmI
endeavored to induce both to follow his
example and cast their fortunes in tho
republic beyond the sea, but was unsuc-
cessful. Honored and courted, they
preferred London till the university IN
Zurich drew Kinckel back to the contin-
ent. Johanna, in a fit of melancholy,
threw herself from a London window
and died most violent death.
"That is ALL" she ended, "but your
great countryman will always have my
sympathy love and hopes"
A well known ballet dancer of inc
proachable character, when asked il
changing her short skirts and tights for
the long robes of Katisha in "Mikado,"
ballet did not annoy her in dancing, an
swered: mo, not that way, but I felt
awfully ashamed when I first appeared
in it"
"A 6-year-old Pittsburgh child, being
asked "What is a roper" replied, "A fat
string"
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