The wageworker. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1904-????, 1909-11-27

was visiting his Britannia majesty's
possessions in New Guinea.
He came-Prince Carl-in the Bara-
tartan cruiser konigin Hildebrande,
and with him was a gorgeous staff
plump and beautifully gilded over it's
plumposity. The Konigin Hildebrande
anchored off Port Moresby and waited
for the British governor to arrive.
Meanwhile the prince and his staff
went ashore to have some shooting.
They got it-after the continental
fashion, which consists of blazing
away at everything, sitting shots pre-
ferred. Not bird could be seen
around Port Moresby for some time
nfterward, but they brought many
back with them. big and little. And
they called it sport
When the governor came in little
excursion was planned to show the
prince something of the interior So
the horses were saddled and early one
morning they started.
The white servants of the prince
were sent on ahead with natives car
,rying delicate viands and the camp
ing gear, with instructions to await
midday.
; For a short way the others could
ride two abreast and after he had
somewhat thawed Count Bierundon-
ner found in Mr.. O'Brien fairly con-
genial companion. O'Brien was the
secretary for lands in British New
Guinea, and, when young man. had
been to Barataria; SO he and the count
found a common subject of interest.
Moreover, in the matter of women
and wine their tastes were similar.
At noon, tired and thirsty after his
exertions, the prince heard with Ian
guild joy that they were near lunch.
They soon struck the rendezvous and
the Englishmen perspired freely when
they beheld only one native sitting
there, his swag beside him. Him they
rapidly questioned.
AS Mr.. O'Brien afterward told his
chum, "Those damned Dutchmen had
got lost, and after waiting some time
the boys concluded that they must
be in the wrong place, so cleared off
ahead"
The Englishmen raved and the gild-
ed staff used Barbarian oaths that
were 18 inches long and would sink
in mercury. His serene highness
sulked and looked anything but his
title.
"Open his swag and see what he
has got" said his excellency the Brit
ish governor. 1T is no good" and he
gave vent to lurid burst of bias
.phemy-"it is no good using bad Ian
guage."
The swag contained but few tins
of meat and biscuits intended for the
baser sort. The fowls and leg of goat
and other delicacies. alas! were miles
ahead. Months afterward in the whirl
of a Barbarian ballroom the Count
Won Bierundonner confided to the
beautiful Baroness Won HOmburg that
he would never forget the sight of his
royal master sitting in his shirt sleeves
on log, with a sleeps trotter in one
hand and ships biscuit in the other
while he occasionally slipped muddy
water out of a jam tin.
ly, ''that your serene highness' ser
wants have come to no HARM"
pray God they have broken theil
necks,' said his serene highness witt
| much earnestness. and pulled vicious
! ly at a small, red mustache. Mr.
! O'Brien and the native were sent rap
| idly forward to collect the carriers ant
see that they camped at the RICH
| place for the evening; also, inciden
tally, to find the "Dutchmen."
| Chastened and resigned, the prince
and his attendants rode slowly on
They crossed stream, and .ascende'
hill, but refrained from expressing
any delight at the view, as was mani
testify their duty. Capt. Freiherr vol
Kladerdatch rode under a lawyer vine
and was unable to keep his hors
quiet. His remarks, which embraces
the animal and vegetable kingdom
were comprehensive, and brought
tired smile to the careworn sace of tn
Il prince They passed the nipa pair
hut of south sea islander, and here
by common consent, they left thei
II Christmas tree decorations.
ii The scrub was more open now, ant
riding over plain, the party scattere
somewhat His serene highness evince
no desire to be spoken to and rod
alone, while his excellency discusse
the anti-Semitic question with tn
chamberlain. Shortly after five the
met Mr.. O'Brien riding back. He ha
found most of the carriers and til
. three "Dutchmen"-the latter in
speechless and semi-paralytic cond
ton. Joyfully they rode into cam
to find their flies pitched and fire
| burning.
Il al very sorry to say" said M
O'Brien to Count Bierundonner, 9Th,
the carrier with your tent and har
mock cannot be found, but as am a
customed to roughing it, will be vel
glad il you will make use of mine.
have had your things put in" he adde
Impossible. my dear FRIEND" sa