Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1910-08-17


| love be is more or less in the clutch Of
| temporary insanity. I've wild streak
| in me also. But what l can't under
stand is why you return and put your
| head in the lions mouth. The police
will stumble on something. If you are
arrested could do little for you. The
United States protects only harmless
! political outcasts. Yours is a crime
such as nullifes your citizenship, and
any government would be compelled
| to send you back here If the demand
was made for your extradition."
II know all that"
Z; drives we must go on. But the prin-
cess has been found. The best thing
you can do is to put your passports
into immediate use and return to the
States. You can do no good here"
Maybe" Grumbach ref1lled his
pipe, lighted it and without saying
more went out and down into the
street.
Carmichael watched him through
the window.
Hes u queer codger, and it's a
queer story. I don't believe 1 have
heard it all either. What was he really
hunting for with those glasses? give
it up
| He was not angry With Grumbach.
Rather he seemed to be drawn to him
more closely than ever. Mad with
love-that was the phrase. He conned
it over and over-mad with love- That
excused many things.
| Grrmbach was indeed perturbed. and
this sensation was the result Of what
he had not told his friend. Colt! And
after Il time he was in the Adlergasse.
And Of all that happy, noisy family
only he and Hermann left! In one Of
the open doorways, for it was warm.
final caress of vanishing summer. he
| saw fat, youngish woman knitting
wooden hose. Two or three children
sprawled about her knees. There was
! that petulance Of lip and forehead
which marked the dissatisfaction Of
the coquette married.
"Teklaw Grumbach murmured.
! He was not conscious that he had
paused, but the woman was. She eyed
him with the mild Indifference of the
bovine. Then she dropped her glance.
and the shining needles clicked afresh.
| Grumbach forced his step onward.
! And for this! He laughed discordant-
~. The woman looked up again won
deringly. Now, why should this stran-
ger laugh all by himself like that?
Hans saw the sign Of the Black Ea-
gle and directed his steps thitherward
He sat down and ordered beer, but
did not touch the glass. And what
right, he pondered, had conscience to
drag him back to Ehrenstein, where
he had known the bitterest and hap
plest moments of his life? And yet.
rail as he might at this Invisible re-
straint called conscience, he saw Gods
direction In this return. Only he. Hans
Grumbach, knew and one other. And
| that other who?
| Fat-Tekla was fat, and he had treas
ured the fair picture of her youth long
years. Well, there was an end to that
Little fat Tek}a, to have nearly over
turned a duchy! And then Hans be-
came aware Of voices close at hand.
Eyes, frau, he is at work in the grand
dukes vineyards. And think, the first
day he picked nine baskets"
"That is good, but I know many a
one who can pick their twelve. And
you are to be married when the vintage
is done? You will make a fine wife,
Gretchen"
"And he fine husband"
And you will bring him dowry
too. But his own people-what does
he say Of them?'
'He has no parents, only an uncle.
| who doesn't count. We shall live with
grandmother and pay her rent"
"And you are wearing a new Dress"
admfringly.
Gretchen preened herself. Hans
drcpped the lid Of his stein and pushed