The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1891-01-01


Historical Theodore Won Neuhc1. Ger
man, was for brief space king OF Corsica His
subjects expelled him, and ne died in London
leaving bis Frederick claimant 10 the throne.
Count Poniatowski became king Of Poland ln4zs3
The tale printed below is founded orfactl.
Two men, cropping through the fog,
jostled each other at the door to Dollys
coffee house
Sir" exclaimed the elder, laying
Invariably allows precedence to his
senior" interrupted the other, bowling
gracefully and stepping aside.
And" continued the first speaker,
the frown vanishing from his brow, The
grants so much consideration for that
seniors testiness that he excuses him
and becomes his guest at dinner"
Pardon, monsieur" responded the
younger man, but l am the Count Po-
niatowski."
Then rank shall not hedge your re-
fusal, for l am Frederick, king of Corsi-
ca. So, now, to table, and, waiter,
bring us of your best"
tendant conducted them he of middle
age and he of primal vigor gazed at
each other questioninsly.
Count" began the former, 'Thavs
you hopes IN Poland?'
Il scarce can tell. / wait the win
and favor of Catherine of Russia"
Dream not too fairly of the future
l, too, wait and plan and hope-but
pshaw! here comes the wine. Now
toast. Fill high and drink deep, for tbs
yourself. To the successor of SoDieski;
may he soon reign at Warsaw"
u send it back, your majesty. To
the son Of Theodore; may he yet rule
the realm his father won"
Dinner is served" interposed the
waiter.
1t was n meal of the sort for which
Dolly's coffee house had fame. and the
new friends failed not in devotion to the
smoking dishes. The plates removed
they ordered pipes and port. His males
ty, flushed with generous drinking, felt
in his waistcoat pocket and withdrew an
empty hand. He turned to the at
tendant.
you have served a king right roy
ally, and shall have royal fee. Your
name?"
wilkins, sire"
Twill remain in memory. To-mor-
row expect parchment creating you
knight of Aiaccio."
while, in present payment" laughed
the count, take this bright English
crown of silver. 'Tis the last of many"
my humble thanks to both. And
here's your bill"
Il have a score" replied Frederick.
''to which direct the manager to add
this item. So, Wilkins, adieu until the
morn"
The three entered the public room, the
waiter fastening ahead to confer with
burly man behind the bar. The latter
exclaimed:
Look ye. Mister King, or whatever
you call YOURSELF! claim good coin for
good fare. Too much you are my debtor
now"
My purse is empty, but we will not
parley," answered Frederick, drawing
massive ring from his finger. Here is
the signet Of my dominion Of Corsica
leave it in pawn till l come again.
Does it satisfy your claEnOr?'
Twill do" g-owied the manager,
weighing the jewel in his hand.
At the door Poniatowsh and the pre-
tender halted. The fog had risen FROST
filed the air. The stars shone undm-
med 1t was glorious English winters
night
Il go this way" spoke the count,
pointing down the street
al the other" responded his majesty.
Farewell and better fortane.'
Slowly the old man walked few rods
until he reached a door opening on the
pave he stopped, glanced at the brin-
liant heavens, sighed and went IN.
At early dawn a passing watchmzn
cried
Five o the clock on New Years morn
God save the king"
Yes, God save tEs king, for on hum
bic cot in BIS cherries upper chamber
be hes stark aod s5iGening. a bullet
through his brain, slain by ms own hand
FEED G. DATTus.