The Mt. Sterling advocate. (Mt. Sterling, Ky.) 1890-current, 1898-11-15
A DIPLOMATIC TRICK.
AN INCIDENT THAT PROVED THE CUM
MING OF BISMARCK.

He secured the snfe FransmiSsioH
of His OmciaI Correspondence "a
the Foreign ONCE.
Stepping to the counter, Herr Won
Bismarck asked a grinning young shop
boy in shirt sleeves, blue linen apron,
not of maiden freshness, and blessed
with pair of large, red, greasy paws,
engaged in weighing some Dutch cheese,
to oblige him with sheet of writing
paper, some sealing wax and pen to
direct letter.
On the boy producing the needful
with the traditional "What else, sir?"
Bismarck said: MY hands are rather
cold. You had better do it for me-" And
he handed the boy couple of letters
wrapped in the sheet of blush paper
forming an envelope, for in those days
made up envelopes were still unknown
in Germany. Evidently flattered by the
request of such an imposing looking
client, for Herr Won Bismarck's tall hat
was almost touching the ceiling of the
squalid little shop, the greasy handed
youth took the parcel, and, having
closed it skillfully with some brown
| sealing wax and Endorsed it with the
! initials of the firm, he returned it to its
owner to write the address.
Sorry, my friend, to give yen more
} trouble" said the future chancellor in
his jovial way, but can't manage to
write with my gloves on, so just adj
dress it for me-" And he handed him a
penciled slip with the name of Herr
Fritz Piepenbrink or some such name,
oil and colonial warehouseman, No. 900
Friedrichs strasse, Berlin.
THANK you, young man; that'll do
capitally," and paying for the paper,
ETC., with small tip to the oily boy
with the stereotyped grin, he pocketed
his letter, and we left the place to con-
tinue our walk
Il dare say you are wondering why /
treat my correspondents to such greasy,
evil smelling missives?' And he showed
me the cheesy finger marks of the boy
on both sides of the improvised envel-
ope. "I'll tell you q secret, and teach
you useful lesson for future times
You may some day thank me for the
hint, exclaimed Herr Won Bismarck,
laughing heartily.
lyon know we are blessed here in
Frankfort, as throughout all south Ger
many, with the Thurn and Taxis postal
administration, a mine of wealth to
that fortunate family, but the most
wretchedly managed concern under the
sun. AS you may imagine, it is under
the thumb of Austria, hence slow and
the triumph of red tape, with a pro-
nounced weakness for diving into other
peoples business and Swimming Of
course, the correspondence of all Ger
man and foreign ENJOYS, accredited to
the diet, with a preference for mine,
the ever suspected Prussian culprit and
traitor
They have established regular
black cabinet in the prinoely postoffice,
where specially trained imperial and
royal wiseaCres peruse our prose with |
critical eye, transmitting copies of ex-
tracts of all reasonable matter, or
particularly interesting reports, to the
august Ballplatz, where Gentand and |
after him Klindworth have established |
lynx eyed system of political espionage |
(polltisches schnuffeln) extending all |
over Europe, and comprising 60 ipso all |
German courts and ohancelleries.
mot being particularly anxious to
crafty the morbid curiosity of our Aus. |
trian ally, have thought it advisable |
to send important reports to the Berlin |
foreign Office, as well as all my letters
to the king, to Herr Won Manteufel, |
and to my sister and some particular
friends, under cover to some mercantile |
firm in Berlin, changing frequently and
usually asking a counter jumper in a
cheesemonger' or oilman's shop to adj.
dress them for me-and you can easily
understand that the imperial and royal |
snitfers (schnutfler) don't manage to
guess the correspondent Of the Prussian
representative under greasy, i'll SMELL
ing cover, such as you have seen.
ut stands to reason that the smell of |
cheese or herring and the scribbling
Of shopbOy must deceive sharper
men than the Thurn and Taxis post
officials and the specially delegated
Austrian postOtfice clerks The only pre-
caution l have to take is to go to differ
ent shops in quarters of the town where
am not known and to vary the Berlin
address from time to time. Thus I'm
perfectly safe
lie tour est joue, and snap my fin
gers at the Ballplatz 1t is simple
enough, as you have seen, yet it
wouldn't do TO send everything through
that channel, as they would otherwise
get suspicious, so / treat my Austrian
friends at least once a week to some of |
my diplomatic prose unimportant
stuff, and occasionally something want
them to know-or to believe" and he
INDUCED in boisterous laugh. Baron
de Malortie in CothhiIl Magazine.
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