The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1901-10-05

darmes seized her by the shoulders
tearing away the grinning cats masl,
! from her with no gentle hands from
the stage.
| just at this critical moment SONS.
thlng occurred which stopped the up
roar as II Dy magic There was the
| boohi or a big gun from the artillery
! barracks across the katZenberg PlatZ
'hce-tWicc--thrice the cannon rOared.
| HE hsures scramblng duwr. from the
gallery stopped in midcourse: the police
ceased to Wrestle with Kitty Gosser;
| Won RottWciler and his adherents star.
| ed at one another in surprise: women
cluhG 10 their escorts, trembling with
rear what had happened" Had the
long threatened revolt broke out in
| MarDacl' Were the enemies Of the
prime minister attacking the garrison?
steadily the barrack guns doomed
their message: but it was not long until
the tWenty-frst fire that the truth
"aNheu on the people at the Noks the
alF"' This was royal salute Some
great sovereign had visited Marbach.
somewhere in the now silent house n
bugle sounded the curtains before the
gloomy box set apart for LutZingen
were swept back; the great chandeliers
in the box flashed forth their score of
lights. and a tall figure, dress in uni
form blazing with orders. strobe for
ward to the mable balustradc.
"Who is he" Who can he be-" ran
the eager whispers: and then. as the
parsonage in the box slightly turned
his profile to see what was happening
on the stage, the same shrill voice from
hoI IL, T..
verse of our song, cried, in tones of
recognitlon: ut is the prince. His
hair has grown gray, but it is surely
Johann NNIII."
But I had already recognized tha
newcomer. THAT is not the prince"
| exclaimed to my next neighbor: ''it is
NJ, de Lamothe, an Alsation painter. /
know him we'll" For the man in uni
form was indeed my acquaintance of
WeissburG-he who had helped us to
write when the Cats Away" But if
he was Lamothe the artist, he was also
Johann NNill.---old Rottweiler's horr-
fled face told me that.
"Reease that lady" he cried. point
ing To where Kitty Gosser, ragged and
disheveled, stood staring like the rest
of us, at the sudden apparition. 'Is
this the way we treat foreign artists
In Lutzingen? Release her Instantly"
The command was obcyed. The rude
hands of the police fell from Kitty's
shoulders, Something OF her old mpu-
dence returned. Sh cOurtesed grace
fully to the royal box, and | thought
that ! saw the shadow of Il smile upon
the princes face.
And now" he continued. speaking
in clear rapid tones, nov, my friends.
have something to say 10 you all, |
am the Prince of Lutzngen-an exile
no longer. | have come back to live
ana reign among my people, and to
deal with them as my fathers dealt
honestly aud fairly. For a month |
have been dwelling incosnito upon the
borders of the principaity, while my
ministers thought me at the furthest
ends of the earth. have watched over
Lutzingen in secret-watched and
grieVed And out of that watching and
Gricving came a resolution to return to
my throne. \ little while ago you
heard a song, sung by clever English
singer. 10 that song, and to that sing
er, | owe a lasting obligation. They
have helped to bring me nearer to the |
hearts of my people-to give me AN OPP |
portunity OF making fun ana public |
explanation of my intentions. Lutz- |
ingen viii tomorrow see the catamount |
standard floating again over the palace |
tower. And, by my fathers bones, it |
shall never he hauled down again"
Before the storm of accamation could |
break he had vanished from the royal |
box. But Johann NXlll must have |
been deaf indeed If, as he was whirled |