Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1910-08-10
CHAPTER VIII.
THE SOCIALISTS,

CHAPTER VIII.
THE SOCIALISTS.
THE ceiling spun and the gaslight
separated itself into hundred
flames before the gaze Of the
4 amazed Hermann. "You said
he was deadr' he gasped to Grumbach.
$50 am to the world, to You and to
all who knew me-" quietly.
"Why have you returned? The duke
win hang you"
Perhaps I am fool, perhaps am
willing to pay the penalty of my crime.
At least that was uppermost. have
learned that her highness has been
found, and the rope is not made that
will cit my neck. Will you denounce
me. brother"
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"why not? Five thousand crowns
still hang over me-"
BLOOD money for me? No. Hans!'
Besides, I have made a will. At
my death you will be rich"
"Rich?"
eyes, Hermann. I am worth 100000
crowns"
Hermann breathed with effort.
"But riches are not everything"
Sometimes they are little enough"
Hans agreed.
"Oh, why did you do it,"
"Have l not told you, Hermann?
There is nothing more to be added"
Then, with rising passion: Nothing
more now that my heart is blistered
and SCARED with regret and remorse.
God knows that have repented and
repented. went to war because I
wanted to be killed. They shot me
here and here and here, and this saber
cut would have split the skull Of any
other man. But it was willed that I
should come back here"
my poor brotherl You must fly.
The chancellor is suspicious"
II know that. But since you, my
brother, failed to identify me certainly
his excellency will not. And you will
not betray me when tell you that I
have returned principally to find out
whence came those thousand crowns"
"Ah! Find that out, Hans; yes, yes"
Hermann began 10 look more like him
oCAAs 4)uS w A<AS was JSSAA POI "
mine? I was to tell where her
highness and her nurse were to be at
certain hour Of the day, nothing
more. Ny running away was the ex-
preston Of my guilt; otherwise they
would never have connected me with
the abduction"
Hans rose.
CLANS, have you no other greeting?"
Hermann asked, spreading out his
arms.
The wanderers face beamed, and
the brothers embraced.
'sYou forgive me, then, Hermann p
"Must not, little Hans? You are
all that is left me of the blood. True,
I swore that if ever saw you again
I should curse you"
"And what has become of the prin-
cipal cause-Tekla?"
"Bah! She is fat and homely and the
mother of seven squalling children"
"What world! To think that TEX
la should be at the bottom of all this
tangleP'
A rap on the door startled them.
Hans slowly opened the door. Car
michael stood outside.
"Ah, captain!' Hans shook Car
michael by the hand and drew him in
to the room.
Hermann passed into the hall and
softly closed the door after him. It
was better that the American should
not see the emotion which still tllu-
mined his face.
whats the good word, captain ?" in
qu1red Hans.
Carmichael put in counter query.
"What was your brother doing here?'
II have told him who am"
"Was it wise?"
Hermann sleeps soundly. He will
talk neither in his sleep nor in hisfwak-
ing hours. He has forgiven me-"
For what?" thoughtlessly.
'"The time for explanations has not
yet come, captain"
Pardon me, Grumbach. But came
to bring you the invitation to the mill
tary ball."
The broad white envelope emblazon-
ed with the royal arms fascinated
Hans, not by its resplendency, but by
the possibilities which it afforded.
"Thank you. 1t was very good Of
you.''
"It was a pleasure, comrade. What
do you say to an hour or two at the
Black Eagle? Well drown our sor-
rows together"
The Black Eagle was lively, as usual,
and there were some familiar faces.
The vintner was there, and 80 was
Gretchen. Carmichael haileA her.
'This is my last night here, Herr
Carmichael" she said.
Somebody has left you a fortune?'
There WAS a jeat. IN .CsImichaeip eye.