Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1910-08-02
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stranger in Dreibergf"

IT win show you. You are also .
stranger in Dretberg"
eyes,"
They took the next turn, and the
weather beaten sign Zum Schwastzen
Adler, hanging In front of a frame
house of many gables. caused the
mountaineer to breathe gratefully.
Here my journey ends, Gretchen, at
the Black Eagle" he said
They were passing a clock menders
shop. The man from Jugendheit peer
ed In the window, but there was no
clock In sight to give him warning OF
the time, and he dared not now look
| at his watch. He had a glimpse OF the
ancient clock member himself. however.
huddled over q table upon which sput-
| tered a candle. The eyes Of the two
men met, but only for moment The
| mounta1neer started to cross the street
to the tavern.
"Good night, Gretchen. Good luck to
you and your geese tomorrow"
'Thanks. Herr Ludwig. And will
you be long in the city?"
''That depends; perhaps" adding a
grim smile in answer to grim
| thought.
He offered his hand, which she &C.
| cepted trustfully. He was strange
old man. but she liked him. When she
| withdrew her hand something cold
and hard remained in her palm. Won
ders Of all the world. it was piece OF
| goldl Her eyes went up quickly, but
the giyer smiled reassuringly and put
q finger against bis lips.
| "But, herr" she demonstrated.
| "Keep 1t. I give it to you. Do not
question Providence, and I am her
handmaiden just now. Go along with
you"
So Gretchen in mild state Of stupe-
faction turned away. Clat-clat! sang
tho little wooden shoes. A platntive
gonk rose as she prodded laggard
from the dank gutter. A piece of goldl
Clat-clat! Clat-clat! Surely this had
been day Of marvels.
She was regarded with kindly eyes
till the dark jaws Of the Krumerweg
swallowed up both her and her geese.
Poor little goose girlw he thought
''If she but knew she could make a
bonfire Of a thousand hearts. A fine
day!" He eyed again the battered
sign. 1t was then that he discerned
another leaning from the ledge Of the
first story Of the house adjoining the
tavern. 1t was the furnished shield of
the United States.
| 1.-Two weeks tramping about the
country In this unholy garb. following
false trails half the time. living on
crusts and cold meats! Ah. you have
led me Terry dance, nephew, but I
shall not forset!"
| He entered the tavern and applied
for a room. haggling over the price.
The nights were chilly. Carmichael
In order to finish his cigar on the little
balcony fronting his window found 1t
necessary to put on his light overcoat,
though he perfectly knew that he was
in no manner forced to smoke on the
balcony. But the truth was he wanted
a clear vision of the Dalace and the
lighted windows thereon and OF one In
particular. He had no more sense
than Tom Fool, the abetter of follies.
She was as far removed from him as
the most alien Of the planets. but the
magnet shall ever draw the needle,
and a woman shall ever draw a man.
He knew that it was impossible. that
it grew more impossible day by day,
and he rallied at himself bitterly and
satirically.
| He sighed and teetered his legs.
Carmichael sighed for the Princess
Hildegarde, understanding 1t was
sigh or curse, and the latter mode of
expression wastes more vitality.
| Arthur Carmichael was Irish. BE
was born in America, educated there
and elsewhere-a little while In Paris,
q little while at Bonn-and, like all
Irishmen, he was baned with the wan
dering foot. for the man who is home
less Dy choice has subtle poison IN
his blood. He was at Bonn when the
civil war came. He went back to
America and threw himself into the
fight with all the ardor that had made
his forbears famous in the service Of
the worthless Stuarts. 1t wasn't a
question with him of the mere love of
fighting, Of tossing the penny. BE
knew with which side he wished to
fight. He Joined the cavalry of tho
uOl III oA0 AON6As oAS
way to captaincy. He was wounded
five times and imprisoned twice. At
the end Of the conflict he returned to
Washington.
Without any influence whatever save
his pleasing address and his wide edu-
cation he blarneyed the state depart
ment out Of a consulate. They sent
him to Ehrenstein at a salary not
worth mentioning. with the diplomatic
halo Of dignity as a tail to the kite.
Two years in any one place was not
in reckoning as regarded Carmichael.
yet here he was, caring neither for
promotion nor exchange. &c. then. all
logical deductions simmered down to
one-cherchez Ia femme.
The dreamer is invariably tripping
over his illusions, and Carmichael was
rather boyish in his dreams. What
absurd romances he was always weav-
ing round her! What exploits on her
behalf! But never anything happened.
and never was the grand duke called
upon to offer his benediction.
1t was all very foolish and romantic
and impossible, and no one recognized
this more readily than he. No Ameri-
can ever married princess Of reign
ing house, and no American ever will.