Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-11-13

ing tarboosh and khaki descended briskly.
''Whom have | the honor of welcoming
to ST. Menas?" asked Father Kaufman.
Il am the Khedive," was the answer, and
| have motOred out here to ask you to accept
this token of my appreciation of what you
have done for archaeology and for Egypt,
and reaching up he hung round the neck OF
the gaunt explorer the green and scarlet
ribbon of the Osmanieh.
Kaiser's Loyal Subject
ONE summer afternoon, a little German
~ girl sat on the terrace of Karl Bitter's
beer garden at Anacapri, crying as if her
heart would break. For was not the Kaiser,
her Kaiser, coming to visit Capri that very
afternoon, and did she not long to see him
above all things in this world, and had not
her uncle Karl told her sternly that she was
to STAY at home and mind the restaurant
while he went down to the Marina Grande
to help welcome the Emperor? And had not
everyone on the whole island, even to old
Pietro with one leg, gone to the Marina too!
And down on the Marina Grande the
whole population of Capri stared with all
its eyes at a big white yacht which had just
dropped anchor in the harbor and at boat,
rowed by a crew of white clad sailors, max
ing its way toward the shore. In the stern
white imperial ensign, sat sweet faced,
gray haired woman amid a group of officers
in dazzling uniforms; but never a sign of
the military figure with the famous up
turned mustaches, for which everyone was
looking and at sight of whom the little
group of German exiles waiting on the
beach were prepared to burst themselves
with welcoming roar of Hoch der Kaiser!"
Disappointment indeed! for the Empress
was alone and the Emperor had evidently
not come to Capri.
And up on the terrace at Anacapn the
little German girl laid her head on one of
the round green tables and wept; wept so
hard, in fact, that she never noticed the
two men in knickerbockers and queer green
hats who had climbed with so much putting
and painting up the narrow goatpath that
leads to Anacapri from the landing by the
Blue Grotto until one of them approached
and laid his hand on her shoulder.
what! No good cold pilsener for us
after that long hot climb" said kindly
German voice, And crying too? Why,
little one, what's the matter?"
ooh, sir" sobbed the tear stained Gret-
chen, I'm from Germany, and I've never
seen my Emperor, and l want to see him
more than anything else in all the world, and
my uncle's gone to see him, and he wouldn't
mind the place so if any strangers came, and
now I'll never have chance to see my EN-
peror again, boo-hoo!"
That's easily remedied my child" went
on the voice. Look up at me-so. Look
at me well, little one; for I'm your EN-
peror. And that SO loyal little subject
may not forget me, here's something to re-
member me BY" and the Kaiser, for it was
indeed he and his adjutant, who had landed
at the Blue Grotto to avoid the crowd at the
quay, slipped into the hand of the little
maiden a shining piece of gold.
They're All Human
nNE of the best dinners / ever sat down
~ to was made feast of Tantalus by the
curiosity of my royal host, who asked so
many questions about grizzly bears, bronco
busting, highwaymen, cowboy life, Coney
Island, John l.. Sullivan, and President
Roosevelt that l found time only for an oc-
casional bite between answers.
Never have seen man get so much real
fun out of anything as did King George of
Greece over the antics of a baby giraffe.
Once, while visiting at the Palace of Helapa
in Crete, my host, the High Commissioner
Prince George, finding that his newly in
stalled orchestrion refused to play, Invested
/. Df ~ nj Id