The Birmingham age-herald., 1908-04-12

1aerle gave them to me before ns mounted the scaffold."
 William took the paper. As he un- rolled the bulb his eye fell on the writing. His face took on a startling expression of grief and pity.
 By strange ways the leaf which Cor nelius de Witt had torn out of his Bible to send to his godson had come at last into the hands of the ruler
 The words that the Prince read were:
 My Dear Godson-Burn the pakers which I entrusted to you Burn them without looking at them, that their contents may remain unknown even to you. Farewell and love me.
 CORNELIUS DE WITT.
 August 20, 1872.
 The Prince wiped from his brow cold drops. Go, Mynheer Boxtel," said he Justice shall be done''
 He asked Mynheer van System to keep the young girl and the tulip in his house and departed to give nasty orders to some of his officers. The next morn ing they appeared with a coach in front of Loevenstein. Cornelius was led from his cell without word and taken with cut word into the coach. It rumbled along at full speed and all his efforts to learn from his guard what his re- noval meant were met with utter silence.
 Finally he entered Haarlem to find the city dressed for a great festival, which he rightly guessed was in honor of the black tulip; and he reflected bit terly that while the thief was about to be honored and enriched his part in the festival would be, no doubt, to be cast into new prison if, indeed, no worse fate awaited him.
 The carriage with the happy pris- oner suddenly stopped as a procession came along. At the head were the burgomaster and other great digni- taries of the city gorgeously arrayed Behind them came long line of mag istrates, public bodies. soldiers and girls, all dressed in their best. In their midst, on litter of white velvet fringed with gold, the black tulip was borne aloft for all to see.
 While Cornelius stared at the flower with all his eyes, a horse suddenly stopped beside the carriage and one of the officers alighted from the coach and saIuted Here is the prisoner of Loevenstein. Your Highness,' said he
 The Prince raised his hand and read from parchment: "The black tulip will bear the name of the discoverer and will be inscribed in the botanical catalogues as Tulipa, Nora Rosa Baerlensis, from the name of Van Baerie, which will here after be the welded name of this young girl"
 At the words Rosa stepped forward. dressed in all the beauty of a Friesian wedding costume, and William laid her hand in that of Van Baerie who had been led from the carriage, and now stood, trembling and pale, bewildered and stun ned, before the Prince of Orange.
 A great cheer burst from the multitude. In the noise the dying cry of a man who had pitched face down at the Princes words went unheard save by those near by. These picked him up and carried him away without disturbing the merry makers. It was Isaac Boxtel, whose heart had given way under the shock of his mingled surprise and rage.
 To the sound of trumpets the procession reformed, with Cornelius and Rosa walk ing hand in hand near the black tulip At the town hall the Prince, pointing to a huge bag, said: q give to Rosa the 100000 fiorins, which she has fairly earned and which she is now free to offer you As for you, the proofs of your innocence have been shown to me-" He held out the leaf from Cornelius DeWitt's Bible and continued: You are free and your estates are restored to you. Keep sacred the traditions of your godfather and his brother, for these two men, wrongfully judged, wrongfully punished in a moment of popular fury, were both great citizens of whom Holland is proud today
 Next Sundays one-page classic will be the story of the Caliph Stork, by Will helm Hauff.