Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-12-12

street. Our patrons will not care to mix with
such rascas."
Polusk rose YEARLY: for his energetic soul
was housed in frail body and the long Jour
ney from Paris had exhausted him.
Il have read in the newspapers that King
Alexis dispenses with bodyguard,' he said,
lighting fresh cigar
He hates ceremony, that young man" was
the ready answer. AT first the people mobbed
him.. Now he rides through Delgratz like a
courier, sometimes alone, at others with a friend
or two and perhaps ORDERLY.
Felix laughed. He is a fine fellow" said he.
DO the King good turn, John, and you will
be able to buy cafe in Warsaw of these
days"
ME- monsieur! How can poor waiter hope
to serve a king?"
"Poof! You never know your luck Life is
lottery and some day you may draw the
great prize"
EELIX sauntered into the street and took a
keen interest in its architecture. In front
of the hotel and down slight gradient to the
right it was a wide and straight thoroughfare;
but to the left and up hill it narrowed rapidly
and took sharp left turn. In the angle stood
a popular restaurant, and the rooms on the
first and second stories were full of customers
No one, apparently, was looking out. but small
parties of men sat near each open window, and
they were not playing cards or domlnoes
though the greater part of the male inhabitants
of Delgratz seem to do little else when not eat
ing sleeping Moreover, an empty bullock
cart was halted in front of the ground floor en-
trance.
There's thunder in the air" said Poluski to
himself; but he continued to admire the lrregu
lar outlines of Furst Michaelstrasse. Thus he
could not fail to notice that the upper rooms of
three cafes exactly similar to that at the corner
were untenanted. while there was disposition
on the part of the late Seventh Regiment to
group itself either at the turning or a good deal
lower down the street perhaps a hundred yards
beyond the hotel
''Yes," said he, ewing the glittering expanse
of unclouded blue overhead "a storm IS GER
tainly brewing. | can feel it in my bones. 1t
reminds me of the afternoon we removed the
Governor of Silesia. He was fused by thun-
derbolt, from just such a summer sky. Obvl-
ouSly, what he lacked was a lightning con-
ductor. Now the question IS even if he had
owned one whereabouts would he have put it:
THE reply was given by the appearance of
two men on horseback advancing at a fast
trot up the easy slope of the hill. They were
notable because they wore the ordinary cos
tune adopted by riders in the Bots or the Row
and in Delgratz where rank was marked by
uniform, this fact conferred distinction. A few
wards behind them cantered couple of soldiers
You are ten minutes before time my dear
Alec murmured Felix. Joan will never for
give me if she is still asleep; but what is one to
do Zoundsl One must act
\ haStv glance over his shoulder showed that
the gentry in the corner cafe stirred BY
some common impulse that led them to the
windows. while the bullock cart was now drawn
awkwardy across the narrow way. As the
horsemen came near, the loungers in the lower
part of the street displayed singularlv unani-
nous desire to close in and follow them. There
were hundreds of townspeople gathered on the
pavements, and not few vehicles occupied the
roadway, these concerted movements were
not discernible to anyone who was not passed
master in the revolutionary art like Polusk
and to him only because his suspicious were al
ready active.
The King and Beaumanoir We're coming on
at such pace that Felix owing to his low
stature, would be quite invisible to them if he
stood among the crowd now lowering on the
curb; SO he pushed boldly out into the middle
of the street took off his hat with flourish and
sang Justify:
"Oh, Alec, Oh, my king!'
The thunderbolt that removed the Governor
of Silesia. had it struck the paving stones in
front of the Kings horse could hardly have
startled Alec more than the sight of Felix,
standing there bareheaded and grinning and
chanting improvsed version of famous
song at the top of his voice.
You Felix" he cried. You here"
1t is far more to the point that Joan IS
there" said Pouski with expressive panto-
mime.
i" In the hotel2"
Eyes, up the stairs, first door the right,
across the landing. You have a few minutes to
spare. Go quckly!"-
Alec required no second bidding. Leaping
from the saddle he threw the renS ia one of the