The morning call., 1891-03-15

familiar name. lie wondered il it were the
same about " HON he had heard story in
which certain Count Won Schierbrand also
figured. he was assured that it must be
the same. He smiled and said: Il got the
story from an English officer who was in
Persia at the time it happened. 1t seems,
according to the story, that Count Won
Schierbrand, a well-kn0wn writer ana news
paper correspondent, was attached to Gen.
eral Winston in the capacity of secretary
and interpreter. the Count being also an
accomplished polyglOt. He is 4 small man,
looking particularly so, l believe, when
ranged alongside the General. Well, on
the day in question the General, accom-
son constituting his staff and the Count
his legation, spent the morning in walk
ing. They covered quite Dltof ground, and
the weather being very warm, were not a
little fatigued upon their return. They were
due to dine that afternoon with the Shah,
and spying bottle of liquor on the table
upon entering their apartments, the Cen
eral, staff and legation partook Of 1t as
sort of roster without fear, conscientious
scruple or backwardness. Had it been of
American manufacture all would have been
well. But alas it was a compound made in
Persfa, and pos essed q strength four times
greater than the finest of Kentucky brands.
No one complained, however, until the
Count, happening to think of the dinner
with his Majesty, mentioned the engage
ment The General didn't want any dinner.
He was all right and happy. But the Count.
recognizing the unwisdom of Ignoring a royal
invitation, an act equivalent to an insult,
declared that it would never do to remain
away.
80 Indeed p the General exclaimed. We'll,
| want it understood right here that when |
amt hungry | don't eat. See?'
The legation appealed to the staff, which
saw the truth of the situation, and urged
the General to brace up and get ready to
eat But no. the General wouldn't. He
wasn't hungry, and he didn't propose to
stuff himself with any of their old Persian
truck. He knew his business. And when
the Count further endeavnred to remon-
strate the General told him he didn't know
what ne was talking about. This made the
Count. mad, and he politely but firmly
called the General a = fool. At this the
General, who was tired out, succnmbed.
The epithet drove all trace OF anger from
him, and gazing at the Count with a sad,
far-away look in his eye, he sank into his
chair, exclaiming in heartbroken tones as
he did so:
my Godl To think of my coming all
the way from Chicago to Persia to be called
- fool by a little Dutchmanv
The abb ct f0rl0rnnesS indicated by the
Generals tones" the Englishman contln-
ued. turned the Counts wrath to amuse-
ment. That the General might not see him
smile, however, he thrust his hand into his
right hip poke. for his handkerchief.
That movement was the last straw. The
Count during his travels had been In the
habit OF carrying revolver in that pocket.
The General knew it, and enormously d.
vining the purpose of the Counts motion.
he cried before the latter could withdraw
his hand:
"'Don't shoot
"And without another word he hastily got
himsel together, and in a few moments,
decked out in full uniform. marched into
the presence of the Shah and sat down at
the royal table, fianked on his right by his
staff and on The left by his legation. Chi
cago Post.