The Wallace miner. [volume] (Wallace, Idaho) 1907-current, 1908-07-23

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= may need you to interpret" laughed
Dick, Indicating n chair at his left. and
when Armitage sat down he faced
3 Chanvenet across the round table.
With the first filing Of glasses 1t was
found that every one could SPEAK
French. and the talk went forward
spiritedly. The discussion Of military
! matters naturally occupied first Place
Then they fell to talking about in.
dividuals. chiefly men In the public
eye, and as the Austro- Hungarian EN-
bassy was in mourning and unrepre.
scented at the table the new emperor
king was discussed with considerable
!, frankness.
"He has not old StrOebers right hand
to hold him up" remarked a young
German officer.
Thereby hangs dark tale re-
marked Claiborne. Somebody stuck
knife into Count Won Stroebel at a
singularly inopportune moment. saw
him in Geneva two days before he was
assassinated, and he was very feeble
and seemed harassed. 1t gives a man
the shudders to think of what might
happen If his majesty Charles Louis
should go by the board. His only child
died year ago-after him his cousin
Francis, and then the deluge."
bah! Francis is not as dark as he's
painted. He's the most lied about
prince in Europe" remarked Chau-
venet "He would most certainly be
an improvement on Charles Louis. But,
alas, Charles Louis will undoubtedly
live on forever, like his lamented ia.
Their. The king is dead Long live the
king"
"Nothing can happen" remarked the
German sadly. Il have lost much
money betting on uphaavals in that di-
rection. If there were man in Hun
gary 1t would be different. But riots
are not revolutions"
"That is quite true" said Armitage
quietly. /T
But" observed the Spaniard, IF
the Archduke Karl had not gone out
Of his head and died In two Or three
dozen places, SO that no one is sure
he is dead at all, things at Vienna
might be rather more interesting. Karl
took a son with him into exile. Sup
pose one or the other of them should
reappear, stir up strife and incite re-
bellion."
"Such specuations are quite idle"
commented Chauvenet. "rhere is no
doubt whatever that Karl is dead or
we should hear Of him."
"Of course" said the German. "lf
he We're not the death of the old en-
peror would have brought him to life
again.
1.-The same applies to the boy he
carried away with Internationally
dead, or we should hear Of him. Karl
disappeared soon after his son Francis
was born. 1t was said
"A pretty tale 1t is" commented the
German, "that the child wasn't eX-
actly karl's own. He took it quite
hard-went away to hide his shame in
exile, taking his son, Frederick Au-
gustus, with him."
"IIe was surely mad" remarked
Chauvenet, slipping a cordial. He is
much better dead and out Of the way
for the good of Austria. Francis. as !
say. is good fellow. We have hunted
together, and know him we'll"
They fell to talking about the lost
tons Of royal houses-ar a goodly NUN.
Der there have been, even in these
later centuries-and then of the latest
marriages between American women
and titled foreigners. Chauvenet was
now leading the conversation. 1t might
even have seemed to critical listener
that he was guiding it with a certain
intention.
lie laughed as though at the remem.
brance of something amusing and held
the little company while he bent over
candle to light cigar.
with all due respect to our Ameri-
can host, | must say that a title in
America goes further than anywhere
else in the whole. was at Bar Har-
Dor three years ago when the Baron
Won Kissel devastated that region. He
made sad havoc among the ladies that
summer. The rest of us simply had no
place to stand. You remember. gentle
men"-and Chauvenet looked slowly
around the listening circle-"that the
unexpected arrival of the excellent
ambassador of Austria Hungary caus-
ed the baron to leave Bar Harbor be-
tween dark and daylight. The story
was that he got off In a sailboat. and
the next we heard of him he was mas
querading under some title In San
Francisco. where he proved to be
dangerous forger You all remember
that the papers were full of his per
formances for awhile. but he was
lucky rascal and always disappeared at
the proper psychological moment. He
had, as you may say. the cosmopolitan
accent and was the most plausible fell
low alive.
ITS my experience that we never
meet person once only-there's al
ways second meeting somewhere
and was not at all surprised when
ran upon my old friend the baron in
Germany last fall"
AT his old tricks, suppose" OBJ
served some one.
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