Putnam patriot., 1910-07-29

Rsvnafaineer to breathe gratefElly Here my journey ends. Gretchen. af fhe Black Eagle. he sud
 They were passing 8 cieek meDoeTss 5 shop. The man from JHgeBdheit peer e9 sn the window bHf there was DO clock lD sigbt Co give him waruing of the line. and be dared pot oow look at hIs watch He had glimpse of fbe ancient clock gnenllsr himself boWey er baadiea oyer table gpul which spBi- tered | candge The eyes gf fhe f~o men a,et saf oaly for m0meui- The laonafalatef sfsried fo cross fhe street 10 the taVefu
 Good might. Gretchen. Good iuek to you aad your geese fom0rr0w.
 Thanks Herr I.nd .g And viii you be long h The cify
 That depends. perhaps adding . grim smile in answer to grim thought
 He offered his hand. which she ac- cepfed trustfuHg. He vas strange old man. Buf sl.e liked hm. When she withdrew her hand something cold and hard remained in her palm. Won ders of all the world. t WAS a piece of gold! Her eyes went up quickly. but fbe giyer sniiied reasstriagiy and put 4 finger against lis lips.
 Hut. herr" she remenstraied.
 keep fl. I giye il 10 you Do not question Providence. and ] am her handmaiden just now Co along with you"
 So Gretchen in a mid state of stupe- faction turned away clatelat. sang the little wooden sboes \ pIalntiye gonk rose as she pfodded laggard from the dank gutter. ! piece of gold. Clsi-claf' Ciat=elat. Surely this had bees il day of marvels.
 sae was regarded with kindly eyes til The dark jaws Of fhe krumerweg swallowed up botb her and her geese.
 .i'eos little goose air@' he thought slf she but knew sbe could make q bonfire ef q thousand hearts fine day. He eyed agaiu the battered sign II was then that he diseerued mother leaning from tAe ledge of the drsf story of the house adjoining the tavern. r was the turnished shield of the United States
 Five weeks tramping about the country ir this unholy garh. following false traits half tbe lime living on eruIs and cold meats Nh. you have led me merry dance nephew. but shall not forget"
 He entered The tavern and applied for room, haggling gser the price.
 The nights were ehIitY Carmichael in order tn finish his cigar OH fhe little balcony fronting his window found it necessary to put on hls light overeoat though he perfectly knew that he was in no manner forced to smoke on the balcony But the truth was he wanted clear vision of tie palace and the lighted windows thereof and of one in particular. He hnd no more sense than Tom Fool. the abetter of follies She was as far removed from him as the most allen of the planets. but the magnet shall ever draw the needle, and woman shall ever draw a man He knew that it was impossible. that 1t grew more impossible day by day and he railed at himself bitterly and satiricnlly.
 He sighed and teetered his legs. Carmichael sighed for the Princess Hildegarde. understanding. It was sigh or curse, and the latter mode of expression wastes more vitality.
 Arthur Carmichael was Irish. He was born in America, educated there md elsew here-a little while in Paris. little while af Benn-and. like all Irishmen. he was haned with the wan dering foot, for the man who is home less by choice has subtle poison in his bi.sa He was at Bonn when the civil ~ar game He went back To Amefiea and threw himself into the fight eith all the arelor that bad made his fofbears famous in the service ct the worthless Stuarts II wasn't question with him of the mere love Of fighting. of tossing the penny. He knew with which side he wished te fight He joined the cavalry of tie north and hammered and fought his way 10 a eantaincy. He was wounded five times and imprisoned twice. At ihe end of the conflict he returned tc Washington.
 Without any influence whatever save his plea sing address and his wide edu. cation hc hlarneyed the state depart. ment out of consulate. They sent him to EhrenSten at a salary not worth mentioning. with the diplomatic halo If dignity Us tail to the kite. Two years ia any one place was not in reckoning as regarded Carmichael yet here he was. caring neither for promotion nor exchange. So. then. all logical deductions simmered down to ont-cherehez Ia femme.
 The dreamer is invariably tripping over hts Illusions aud Carmichael was rather boyish in his dreams. What absurd remauees he was always weaV- ing reund her. What exploits on her behalf, But never anything happened, and never was the grand duke called upon to offer his henedietinn.
 IL was all Nery foolish and romantic and Impossible and nc one recognized this mere readily than lie. No Ameri- can ever married a princess of reign ing house and no American ever VIII. This law Is as lmmovahle as the law of gravitation. Stili. man Is master of his dreams and he may do as he u. .xS l.4S