Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-05-15

Wt'h me- them on the back.
 so" '"'' Another bottle apiece and we'll all be heroes" he cried. Mar kart, you go home to your mammal"
 Though given in no friendly way, this advice was wise beneath its meta phor. But Markart did not at once obey it. He had no more authority than power to interfere. Mistitch was his senior officer, and he had no spe- cial orders to act, but he followed the three in a fascinated interest and with the hope that very brief proof of his freedom would content the captain. Out from the barracks the three march ed. The sentry at the gate presented arms, but tried to bar their progress. With a guffaw and mighty push Mis- fitch sent him sprawling. "The com mandant wants us, you fool!" he cried and the three were in the square.
 "What the devil will come of this business?" thought Markart as he fol- lowed them over the little bridge which spanned the canal and thence to the door of the Golden Lion. Behind them still, he passed the seats on the pave ment and entered the great saloon. As Mistitch and his companions came in three-fourths of the company sprang to their feet and returned the salute of the newcomers. So strongly military in composition was the company-of. fcers on one side of six feet high glass screen which cut the room in two, sergeants and their interiors on the other, A moments silence suc- ceeded the salute. Then a young off, cer cried, "The king has interfered" commandant might have changed his mind and reversed his decree. For good or evil, they knew him too we'll to think of that. 'The king interfered?" Mistitch echo- ed in his sonorous, rolling, thick voice. "No. We've interfered ourselves and walked out! Does any one objectf'
 He glared challenge around. There were officers present of superior rank. They drank their beer or wine discreet ly. The juniors broke into a ringing cheer. It was taken up and echoed back from behind the glass screen, to which a hundred faces were in an in. stant glued, over which here and there the head of some soldier more than common tall suddenly projected.
 "A table herer' cried Mistitch. And champagne! Quick! Sit down. my boys"'
 A strange silence followed the im- pulsive cheers. Men were thinking Cheers first. thoughts afterward. was the order in Slavna as fin many other cities. Now they recognized the nature of this thing, the fateful change from sullen obedience to open defiance. Was 1t only a drunken frolie-or. besides that, was 1t a summons to each man to choose hIs side? Choosing his side might well mean stalking his life Mis- itch rose from his chair. glass in hand.
 Long life to the klng,' he shouted. That's loyal isn't it? Aye. immortal ufe.'
 The cheers broke out again. mingled with laughter. A voice cried, Hard on bis heir. Captain HercuIes.'
 Aye" Mistiteh roared back. Hard as he is on US. my friend,-
 Anotber burst of cheering. and again that conscience snitten silence.
 Markart had found a seat near the door and a good way from the redoubt- able MistltCh and his companions. He looked at his watch It was nearly 10. In half an hour General Stsnovics would be leaving the palace. and 1t was meet that be should know of all this as soon as possible Markart made up his mind that he wOgld sip away soon. but still the interest Of the scene. the fssci- nation Of thiy p-sluie-such IL seemed to hin-hsId his steps bound.
 Suddenly young man Of sristOcraftc appear1nce ruse from a table at the end of the roCm- where be had been seated in company with pretty a8i s7zrtIy dressed girl \ graceful ees- ture ereuSei him to his fair couFan- ion. and he thre1te1 his war deftIy bstween the 55sfiinE tzbl4s ts where Nfztftrh sat He wore co1rt d-ess and c decorzfioa- lIsrkart reouEszed f1