The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1909-09-18
CHAPTER VIII.
THE AMERICAN.

NhU CldltOl WlLuOuL CO1I1uuCu I'LL.
abated, and Ethel and the count.
ess walked back to the terrace
rampant to stand looking out
over the glorious bay.
Horace, still. in the seventh heaven
Of delighted realization, took the Daily
Mail from the table on which the earl
had thrown it and seat ed himself to
read beside Lady Creech, who was al
ready deep in the Church Register.
The earl had buried himself in the Pail
Mall Gazette and was apparently OBJ
nvious to such minor details as an
Italian peasant row.
But to Horace in his highly strung
condition of nerves the uproar was ag-
gravating, and he called to Mariana,
who was busily setting the table again:
!. 'Mariane, how long is this noise to
conttnue?"
The maitre d'hctel shrugged his ex-
pressive shoulders and replied: -
chow can I know, m'sieu? We can
do nothing"
Michele, who was assisting his chief,
smiled covertly at the young man.
1.-THE populace they Will not be de-
part so long as there shall be the
chance once again to observe the
North American who pulled the auto
mobile with the donkeysv'
"Merci!" cried Mariana, with viger
He have confuse me. He have con-
fuse everybody. He will not be con-
tent with the dejeuner until he have
the ham and the egg, and he will have
the egg cooked upon but one Of two
sides, and how in the name of the
heaven can we tell which of these two
sidesT"
Mariana was about to continue his
grumbling complaint when from the
doorway of the hotel there came an in
terruption. The courier who had spo-
ken with him earlier In the morning
stood there and voiced but one word.
"Garcon" he said softly, But it was
like the command Of cavalry officer
In It's effect, for instantly the maitre
d'hotel and his aid stood at attention
like trained veterans. The earl EVIL
IDENTITY was not too deeply immersed to
catch the sudden silence, for he looked
up from his paper and observed:
upon my soulI Who's this?'
Mariana did not turn his head nor
relax his attitude Of stiff attention, but
answered obsequiously:
:. 1T is the Herr won Grollerhagen, a
German gentleman, Milford"
Hawcastle turned with an amused
smile to Horace.
'The man who owns the automobile.
Probably made fortune In SAUSAGE"
From within the hotel there came
the tones Of heavy though cultivated
voice declaiming quietly:
Men,. nein, Ribiere! 8 macht
nichtsy'
And instantly there came Gown rne
steps the German gentleman aforesaid,
he was tall and Of a commanding
presence. He wore a graylsh beard
and an automobile cap that half con-
cealed the eyes that burned with the
authority Of generations beneath.
.Withal it was kindly face, and.
though there was a stern command In
the figure, there was genial humor
and even tenderness too. BY no au-
thority could he have been considered
well dressed. His clothes seemed rath-
OK to- have been thrown on negligently.
The little party at the table regarded
him with hostility, and Lady Creech
turned up her aristocrat1c nose. A.. ~
Is What dreadful persona she said
and turned again to her paper. :
a The. German walked sedately across
the terrace to the table where the two
servftors still, stood. at attention and
lifted his hand In q curt half military
salute in acknowledgment Of their bow.
"See to my American friend" he
said. - 5llsi 4 ILL., lii ..&,, q
what q terrible persona remarked
Lady Oreech again, and Hawcastle
benz toward her. ! x II s.. ? ~ 63E31
81 ''und oubtedly, but he speaks Eng
D sh. So be careful" r 55 l1.45a ]. ! 5es.
4; $50 many object ionable people dor
commented the crusty dame. y ss.z.
IS. Herr Won Grolle rhagen turned smil.
'1ngly to Mariana. \. 81
2s = II American friend desires bis na q,