The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-06-16
CHATTING WITH A PRINCE.
An American Lady's Adventure With
Kaiser Frederick.
From the Chicago Tribune.

From the Chicago Tribune.
In the spring of 1874 l was travelling in
northern Italy with some friends, all of
them enthusiastic pedestrians, who had
climbed to their hearts content the usual
Swiss and Italian Alps, and were now on
their way to begin tour in the Tyrol. l
was not a climber myself, nor, indeed,
much of a walker even in a moderate way,
and in consequence passed many hours
alone while my friends explored the coun-
try.
We left Venice one lovely morning the
latter part of April, passing Verona and
taking the steamboat at Peschiera, at the
foot of Lake Garda. We sailed UP the en-
tire length of the lake at Riva, the little
town situated at it's northern extremity,
and thereby passing into the confines of
Austria.
The next day the only excitement we
had before our diligence started for Bot
zen was the news that the Crown Prince
and Princess of Prussia were expected to
arrive.
had lived a great deal in northern
Germany, but had mover seen either
Prince Frederick or his wife, so we all
looked forward to the mild excitement of
gazing on the then future Emperor of Ger
many.
The afternoon was lovely, the lake spar
llled and danced in the sunlight, and the
beautiful road, leading directly from be-
hind the house up through the rocks, looked
so tempting that | was pursuaded to join
the others. The fine road was mostly cut
in and through the rock, forming small
caves, and from semi-darkness coming out
to find ones self at a great hight of ledge
going down in a straight line to the lake
below. Fearing to tire myself, sat down
under the shade of Il large boulder, telling
the rest of the party l would await their re-
turn.
Lost in admiration Of the lovely picture
before me- sat musing for some time, hear
ing and seeing no signs of life but the
myriads of butterflies that had come with
the warm, sunlike days. Suddenly, to my
amazement, | heard a low, suppressed
growl, and, turning my head, l
standing like statue, with tail
and ears erect, and his large eye fixed men
acingly on me. l am not q timid woman,
fortunately, and am great lover of dogs,
but as turned and spoke softly to him he
gave another most unpleasant growl. l
was beginning to rise and face my antagon-
ist when | heard sharp whistle and
"Where are you, my boy" from the other
side of my boulder, and the next instant
bard. wearing light soft felt hat, which
he had pushed back from his brow, and
dressed in a loose suit of brown corduroy,
stood before me. He carried a light
walking stick, and as soon as he saw me
raised his hat, and, holding up the came
of the dog. said: "How dare you, sirp
Then, turned to me and still standing bare
headed: :,
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although he would not, believe, touch any
one if unmolestedn
ale is a magnificent ANIMAL l re-
nlied. land as am fond Of dogs | seldom
feel any fear of them, but he appeared
so UNEXPECTEDLY and notified me OF his
presence before l remembered where |
was"
He then called the dog, who looked much
ashamed by this time, and, seating himself
on q rock opposite to me, said to him.: go
ask the lady's pardon or | shall send you
home"
Much amused, held out my hand for the
large, tawny paw that was put into it, and,
patting the large, fine creature gently on
the head, asked his master his name and
ace. Where had seen this man before,
and why did he appear 50 familiar to mef
was what kept asking myself, as we went
on talking about the dog. felt knew MN,
but where or now Hdl ilob MN ScuiN
not tell. At any rate he appeared not to
recognize me. Certainly he was the finest
looking man ! had ever seen, OF superb
build and imposing presence and his man
ner and elegant bearing showed him TO be
one of natures noblemen, whatever other
rank he possessed. We talked for some
time on a subject Of interest to both OF us
The canine tribe-and when l was telling
him of a fine Irish setter that owned, no
suddenly said, in excellent English:
"You are, | think, on English woman|
We had been converting in German, Ian
puaZe had always spoken, and prlded
inysslf on my accent so that my surprise
was great as l laughingly answered in the
same language: .
how did you known
"Oh, Just as yon can now hear, lam sure,
that | am German, although have al
WAYS spoken English. My wife is English,
and she tells me | speak well, but the tn OF
your language betrays me-"
Then we both laughed, and Thought 70
myself. it is a good thing he spoke OF that
English wife of his, for my poor heart was
beginning to DO much Interested IN this ex-