The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1909-08-15
By Grace Margaret Gallaher.
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES


Have a sandwichf' and turning his
back on the mob he dived into the -four
sack. Although 1 cannot altogether
recommend these for esthetic reasons, "
producing two hunks of black bread,
"yet, as nourishment, [ feel sure you
will find them grateful and comfort
ing"
I took a sandwich and began to
MUNICH, the passengers meanwhile gaz-
ing in as at peep show. The train
had apparently altered its mind about
making trip that day and dozed by
the roadside.
"Do you think the singular behavior
of what is advertised as our express is
in any way connected with usa" Dick
inquired through wall of sandwiches;
then to the guard: "We appreciate
your courtesy in stopping the train that
we might lunch in tranquility, but,
really, we dislike to detain you.
The guard grunted. I could under
stand Dick s German so perfectly that
[ am sure it couldn t have been at all
the real thing We had worked our way
through the sandwiches, driven on by
hunger, and were well into the fruit
when a shout went up outside. The
peasants were pounding back and with
them came two mighty fellows, Ger
mans, gold-laced, blue-uniformed.
"De copsl" cried Dick with glee.
'ECome to arrest the guard for assault
with intent to kill, but I will not pros
ecute. I am a merciful man. / know
the guard has a wife and ten infant
children dependent upon him, not to
speak of a 'bedridden grandmother.
Moreover, my legal German is not, ]
fear, quite up to the required form.
Warily, as one drawing nigh the lar
of a wild beast, the police approached
the door, which was now unlocked.
Then the larger and more ornately be-
decked one said a single word, violently
and with an equally violent gesture.
Neither Dick nor I understood the
word, but the gesture was such that the
wayfaring man, though a fool, could
not err therein. We climbed out, meek
ly. The captain made jump at me and
seized my wrists. A pair of heavy, old
fashioned handouts, such as might have
ironed Andreas Hofer in '4S, were
clapped on them. The lesser official had
served out like pair to Dick
Then all the passengers climbed into
their coaches, the engineer craned out
to see that all was well, the guard rang
his gong diligently, and the train lum-
bered off, bearing all our luggage and
Dick s hat.
"My dear sir, began, in carefully
constructed German, 'what does this
meant
The man merely jerked me forward.
What on earth did the fellow think we
wereR 1 had it: Spies!
During that walk through a village
like the German nonsense books of my
nursery days all | had ever known of
that language melted out of my brain
like snow under the sun s rays. BY
the time we had reached a square, for,
midable structure, evidently the judge s
office, I hadn't sentence left in my
head except those acquired from Ollen-
dorf: tHas your aunt a blue UNI
brellaa' EtNo, but she has a green
parrot, . and these seemed without con-
ISOLATION.
Dick, believing "never give up the
ship talked at passionate rate in
what Kipling would call "the vernacu-
lar gone very far wrong jargon cal
culated to insult grossly any German
with spark of feeling for the Water
land
AS I had supposed, we entered the
Office and ranged ourselves in front of
the judge, the image of Old Uncle Deep
inbook, the hero of my favorite nursery
tale, frogfaced, moon-eyed old party.
The police gave him a long and evil
IDENTIFY damaging account of our crime /;
whatever it was, no questions were ask
ed Us, but our pockets were searched.
Beyond money enough to convince them
that our worldly state was not that of
the usual anarchist, and two letters
one of Dicks and one of mine, re-
ceived in London-nothing was found.
The judge pointed to the names and
addresses. I nodded; yes, they were
ours
81 do not speak your internal Ian
guage,' came in sudden shout from
Dick. I grinned; that admission was
worth an arrest Ollendorf, Chapter
", Page 10, upper left hand line, flash
ed into my memory: els there no one
here that German speaks?'
Hurrah! The judge spoke to the
uO HulIICo ouI VI
court. Presently he returned bringing
with him a rosy, fat little Lutheran
pastor, who bobbed and smirked and
gestured like Nuremburg toy.
"What have we done?' "Why are
we arrested?' It was one question
from US both.
"Ya, hat in England been," smiled
the little pastor. 1.
Despair! He. too. had been nourished
on Ollendorf, an English grammar.
"What - crime - have - we-com
! mitteds' labored in German.
I! "Alas, so Young, so melancholy ht
sighed gustily.
1t will be melancholy for you if
ever lay hands on you, you grinning ole
! duffer!' cried the exasperated Dick.
The moonfaeed one, like the guard
seemed at times to possess almost hu
man intelligence; he leaned over hi
desk and eonversed impressively il
German.
"Ya, yes said the little pastor, {"
English combrehend; forwards wild d.
conversation. -
"Why are we arrested?" "Wha
have we donef' We rang the change
steadily on this one theme.
Slowly light dawned "You hat, ,
pointing a chubby finger at Dick, .'sul
eide committed
Dick < face was Stndv