Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1910-08-17
CHAPTER XIII.
A WHITE SEA.


apologetically and swung it around ION
the tips Of his fingers.
els this the way you work?' :.
II have picked nine baskets" e.
"You should have picked twelve"
It interested her highness to note
that this handsome young fellow was
not afraid Of the head vintner. So this
was Gretchen's lover? He was really
handsome. There was nothing coarse
about his features or figure.
The pause was broken by Gretchen.
pardon, highness!"
! "For what. Gretchen?"
"For not having seen your approach"
"That was my fault, not yours.
When is the wedding?"
| "After the vintage, highness."
Her highness then spoke to the bride
groom elect. "You will be good to
herr"
i. "who could help it, your highness?"
! The pronoun struck her oddly, for
peasants as usual thing never used
it in addressing the nobility.
"Well, on the day of the wedding I
will stand sponsor to you both. And
good luck go with you"
She passed down the aisle, the head
vintner following, wagging his head.
The day was ended. The lad swung
the basket to his shoulder, and the sun,
flashing upon its contents, turned the
bloomy globes into dull rubies. Ee
presented his card at the Office and
was duly credited with three crowns,
which, according to Gretchen, was
fine days work. Hoffman said moth
ing about dismissal.
"Come day after tomorrow. Tomor-
row is a feast day. You are always
having feast days when work begins.
iAn summer long you loaf about, but
the minute you start to work you must
| ind excuses to lay off. Clear out,
both Of youy"
/ Work at last" said Dietrich as he
and Gretchen started for the city.
/, Arm in arm they went on. Some
times Gretchen sang. Often he put her
hand to his lips. By and by they came
abreast Of an old gypsy. He wore a
! coat Of Joseph's, and his face was as
! lined as frost bitten apple.
''wnl you tell me how to find the
, Adlergasse?" he asked in broken Ger
man. His accent was that Of a Mag
var.
j They carelessly gave him specific di-
rections and passed on. he followed
!, grimly, like fate, whose agent he was,
! thou-h long delayed When he reach
ed the Adlergasse he looked for sign.
He came to stop in front of the dingy
shop of the clock member. He went
inside, and the ancient clock mender
looked up from his work, for he was
always working. He rose YEARLY.
The gypsy smiled mysterlously and
laid hand on his heart.
/ "Who are you?" sharply demanded
the clock member
'Who am does not matter. am
he whom you seek"
i 'Gcd in heavenw The bony hands
! Of the clock member clutched the 9TH
er's coat.
The gypsy released himself slowly.
But first show me your pretty crowns
and the paper which will give me i'm
munity from the police. Your crowns,
as you offered, and immunity; then I
speak"
Man. can give you the crowns, but
God knows have no longer the power
to give you immunity"
The gypsy shouldered his bundle.
"For Gods sake, wait" begged the
clock member.
But the gypsy walked out. unheed-
ing.
i.
i Two days later. in the afternoon.
y "Grumbach," said Carmichael, "what
were you looking at the other night
with those opera glasses at the ball?'
II was looking into the past"
"Oh, pshaw! You were following
her highness with them. want to
know why"
'She Is beautiful
i "You made promise to me not long
ago."
II didY' noncommittally.
Eyes. Soon I shall be shaking the
dust of Dreiberg, and want to know
beforehand what this Chinese puzzle
is. What did you do that compelled
your fight from EhrensteinT'
Grumbach's pipe hung pendulent in
his hand He swung it to and fro alb
sently.
II am waiting. Remember, you are
an American citizen for all that you
were born here. II anything should
happen to you must know the whole
story in order to help you. You know
that you may trust me-
'It isn't that, captain. I have grown
TO like you in these few days. Those
opera glasses-it was an idea. Well,
since you will know, was a garden
er's boy. I worked under my brother
Hermann. I used to ask the nurse,
who had charge Of her serene high
ness, where she would go each day.
Then I'd cut flowers and meet them
on the road somewhere and give the
bouquet to the child. There was never
any escort-a footman and q driver.
The little one was always greatly
pleased, and she would call me Hans.
/ was in love those days" Grumbach
laughed with bitterness. eyes. even
I. Her name was Tekla, and she was
4 jade. wanted to run away, but
had no money. had. already secured