Evening star., 1909-07-11

wrath, when once gathered was thing to be
respected. and If possible avoided. even by
Kings.
You would aay my son alive" she
screamed addressing the King. If you harm
but one hair of his head. you-you cruel ty
rant you abject old fool-if you harm but
hair of his head. my uncle Of Austria and my
cousin of England will take your miserable
little Kingdom from you. and will tear your
equity limbs from your body Flay my son,
would YOU Dare but to lay your hand on him.
and III scratch"
Thereupon the Margarine stepped on the
das with evident intent to put her threat into
execution. The King sought refuge behind his
chair. Grunkow started to INTERFERE but the
furious Margarine soon ran him to cover. The
Queen kept her chair. hardly conscious of what
was happening. Don't Care was laughing
heartily, and smile of unmistakable pleasure
illumined the face of the Crown Prince
When the King safely behind his chair,
the Margarine again opened fire at long range
You would f1ay my son alivee Acht
Boastful words butter parsnlps and your
brave threats do not frighten me. My son and
l are safe from your cruelty. your tyranny, and
your madness | tell you. Frederick William.
there two at this court sent here by
Austria who are false to both you and their
master! Their treason Is known to everyone IN
Brandenburg save you. who have most need to
know it. Aye. their treason is known and they
may hang one of these fine days and achieve the
only good of which they are capable, by furnish
ing example to other traltorSi
SEVERAL pairs of knees shook with fear when
~ their owners heard the Margravine's words,
but Grumkow already frightened by Adolphs
ominous threat. almost felt the hangmanS moose
about his neck. and trembled with fear that
he had never before known. Anxious to silence
the old at any cost Grumkow APP
preached the King and the latter, smothering
his rage. carefully watched the Margarine un-
til she had stepped backward off the dals, and
then resumed his chair.
No one asked you for your daughters
hand!" continued the enraged Margarine, now
screaming at the top of her voice. "Grumkow
sent for us to come to Berlin, and you have
never consulted the wishes of either my son or
myself. You ordered your daughter to marry
my son. Her disinclination IS apparent to all
and the Margrave of Schwedt is too much of
man and too fine gentleman to accept the
hand of Princess against her will. We refuse
We spurn your offer! We will not marry your
daughter If you had hundred daughters. we
should not marry them iou-you- Ach,
Cot! | must scratch yout
The King showing symptoms OF alarm,
started to rise from his chair to seek safety be-
hind it; but the Margarine did not carry out
her threat. She closed her address to the King
by repeating:
Do not forget that nv uncle of Austria and
my cousin Of England long for an excuse how
ever trivial it may be. to take your miserable.
little Kingdom from you. and to tear your
wretched old body limb from limb! You know
that my words are far from empty. and defy
you to lay hand on my sonr'
She has said-much.' remarked Adoph.
speaking to himself
The brave old Margarine bowed low to the
King and hobbled back to her chair where she
sat down, almost out of breath. but with a
sweet triumphant sense of victory that brought
JOY to her heart and peace to her soul.
While the Margarine was tanning herself,
the Queen, almost hysterical and in tears,
stepped down from the dais and embraced the
brave old woman, much to the disgust of
Grumkow and the King. and greatly to the de-
light of every other person in the hall. Don't
Care thought the whole scene was better than
play-and doubtless she was right.
While the old lady was paying her respects
to Frederick William. Sonnsfeld and several of
the Queens ladies led Wilhelmina from the
frlghtful scene to an adjoining room.
CONFUSION reigned in the Mirrored Cham
Der. Women were whispering and weeping
Historically; were talking loudly approv
ing the Margraves manly act: and to Grum
kow's ears the uproar was like the ominous
rumbling of an avenging host.
Bravo, Margravei'-''Viye Le Schwedtt''-
" Noble Adolph!" with an occasional Down
with Grumkow!" came from different parts of
the room. carrying terror to Grumkows heart,
and adding valor to the Margrave's ever in
creasing stock of courage
'Vive ke Schwedt!' were the sweetest sounds
that had ever fallen on AdOlDh'S ears and they