Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-08-14

wretched lanes and alleys. filled with a
poyerty-stricken, turbulent and Gin large
measure) criminal class. These social and
local divisions correspond, as l knew from
Sapt's information, to another DIVISION
more important to me. The new town was
for the king; but to the old town Michael
of Strelsau was hope, a hero and OAR
ling.
along the Grand boulevard and on to the
great square where the royal palace stood
Here was In the midst Of my devoted ao,
herents. Every house was hung with req
and bedecked with flags and notices. The
streets were lined with raised seats on each
side and passed along bowling this way
and that. under a shower of cheers. bless
ings and waving handkerchiefs. The pal
comics were full Of gayly dressed ladies.
who clapped their hands and courtesied and
threw their brightest glances at me.
A torrent of red roses fell on me; one Dioom
lodged In my horses name. and I took IT
and stuck 1t in my coat The marshal
smiled grimly. I had stolen some giances
at his face. but he was too imDassive to
.rhe red rose for the E!phbergs. mar
shall" said 1 gayly. and he nodded.
word # must seem. But the truth is that
I was drunk with excitement. At that mo-
ment I believed almost believed-that l
was in very truth the king; and. with
| look of laughing triumph. l raised my eyes
| to the beauty-laden balconies again
and then I started. For looking down on
me- with her handsome face and proud
| smile was the lady who had been my fei-
| Observation-Disclosures de Mauban; and
saw her also start, and her lips moved and
she leaned forward and gaZed at me. And
I, collecting myself, met her eyes full and
SQUARE while again I felt my revolver.
Suppose she had cried aloud. That's not
| the king!
Well. we went by; and then the marshal.
turning round in his saddle. waved his hand
that the crowd could not come near me.
We were leaving my quarter and entering
Duke Michaels and this action of the
marshaTs showed me more clearly than
words what the state of feeling in the
town must be. But IL fate made me king
the least could do was to play the part
handsomely.
why this change in our order. marshal?'
said I.
The marshal bit his white mustache.
TT is more prudent, SIRE" he muir
INJURED.
let those in front ride on" said I, "till
they are fifty yards ahead. But do you,
marshal. and Colonel Sapt and my friends
And see that no one is nearer to me. /
will have my people see that their king
trusts them"
Sapt laid his hand on my arm I shook
him of. The marshal hesitated.
Am not understoodF said 1; and, BIT
ing his mustache again. he gave the or
derS l saw old Sapt smiling into his
beard. but he shook his head at me- II I
had been killed in open day in the streets
of Streslau Sapts position would have been
difficult one.
Perhaps ought to say that was dressed
all in white, except my boots l wore a
silver helmet with gilt ornaments and the
broad ribbon of the Rose looked well across
my chest should be paying poor com
plfment to the king II I did not set modesty
aside and admit that made a very fna
figure So the people thought; for when /.
riding alone, entered the dingy, sparsely
decorated. somber streets Of the Old Town
there was first a murmur. then a cheer and
a woman. from window above cookshop.
| cried the old local saying:
'Tf he's red he's rightr' whereat laugh
| ed and took on my helmet that she might
/ see that was Of the right color and they
| cheered me again at that.
| It was more interesting riding thus alone
| for heard the comments of the crowd
| HE looks paler than his won't" said one
You'd look pale IL you lived as he did"
i was the highly disrespectful retort
Hes bigger man than I thought" said
another.
$50 he had q good jaw under that beard
after ALL" commented third
1.-THE pictures OF him aren't handsome
enough" declared . pretty girl taking