The Wallace miner. [volume] (Wallace, Idaho) 1907-current, 1908-10-08

lie sank to the floor Nth a moan.
me, and It isn't my fault they failed
at that game. But | leave It to you.
gentlemen. to deal with them. will
suggest. however. that the presence
just now In the West Indies Of the
cruiser Sophia Margaret, flying the dag
of Austria Hungary, may be sugges-
tive"
He smiled at the quick glance that
passed between the ambassador and
Judge Claiborne.
Then Baron Won Marhof blurted out
the question that was uppermost in
the minds of all.
"Who are you. John Armitage7'
And Armitage answered. quite SIM
ply and in the quiet tone that he had
used throughout:
II am Frederick Augustus Won Stroe-
bel. the son Of your sister and of the
Count Ferdinand Won Stroebel. The
archduke's son and were school fell
lows and playmates. You remember
as well as my fathers place near the
royal lands. The archduke talked much
Of democracy and the new world and
used to joke about the divine right Of
kings. Let me make my story short.
found out their plan Of flight and
slipped away with them. It was be-
lieved that had been carried away
by gypsies."
Eyes, that Is true; It Is all true! And
you never saw your father-you never
went to him."
Il was only thirteen when ran
away with Karl. When appeared
before my father in Paris last year he
would have sent me away in anger II
It had not been that knew matters
Of Importance to Austria-Austria, al
ways Austrla!"
YES; that was quite like him." said
the ambassador. HE served his coun-
try with passionate devotion. He
hated America. He distrusted the whole
democratic idea. 1t was that which
pointed his anger against you-that
you should have chosen to live here"
Then when saw him at Geneva
that last interview-he told me that
Karl's statement had been stolen and
he had his spies abroad looking for the
thieves. He was very bitter against
me. 1t was only few hours before he
was killed as part Of the Winkel-
ried conspiracy. He had given bis life
for Austria. He told me never to see
him again, never to claim my own
name, until had done something for
Austria. And went to Vienna and
knelt In the crowd at the funeral, and
no one knew me, and 1t hurt me, oh. 1t
hurt me, to know that he had grieved
for me: that he had wanted a son to
carry on his work, while had grown
away from the whole idea Of such To-
Dor as bis. And now
He faltered, his hoarse voice broke
with stress Of feeling. and his pallor
deepened.
1T was not my fault. It was really
not my fault. did the best could.
and. by God. I've got them In the room
there where they cant do any harm!
And, Dick Claiborne. you are the finest
fellow In the world and the squarcst
and bravest. and want to take your
hand before ! 60 to sleep. for I'm sick
yes. I'm sick-and sleepy, and you'd
better haul down that flag over the
door. It's treason. I tell you! And II
you see Shirley. tell her I'm John Ar
mitage; tell her I'm John Armitage.
John Arm
The room and its figures rushed be.
fore his eyes, and as he tried to stand
erect his knees crumpled under hink
and before they could reach him y
sank to the floor, with q moan. Az thefA
crowded about he stirred slightly
sighed deeply and lay perfectly still. =
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