Pleasantville weekly press., 1910-09-03
Herbeck instructed the chler.

"Why, father" kissing him, what
brings you hereT
"a little idea l have in mind" He
drew her down to the arm of the chair.
I'VE all have our little day dreams"
"Who does not, father?" She slid
her arm round his neck.
Herr Carmichael is fine fellow,
brave, witty. shrewd. If all Americans
are like him America will soon become
a force in the world. l have taken
aney say or your fafner-no formality
with those when he likes. Humanity
| am right, but In the virtue Of every
day events In court life | am wrong.
Herbeck has spoken Of 1t, the older
women speak Of it, and they all say
What do l care what they say"
hotly. Are you not the grand duke,
and am l not your daughterY
You must ride no more with Herr
Carmichael. 1t is neither wise nor
safe"
"Fatherw
He was up with his arms folding
! around her. "Chid, it is only for your
sake. Listen to me.
You must be a princess. You must
steel your heart against the invasion
of love unless it comes from a state
equal or superior to your own"
Yes, father | shall not ride with
him any more"
BE brave heart, and shall engage
to find king for you."
II don't want any playthings, IA
ther." with the old light touch, and
then she looked him full in the eyes.
81 promise to do nothing more to ere
ate comment if, On the other hand,
you will promise to give me two years
more of freedom"
The duke readily assented and short
ly returned to his suit rather pleased
that there had been no scene-not that
he had expected any.
Considerable activity was manifest
In the police bureau the rest Of that
day.
To return to Carmichael, he had
never before concerned himself with
designations. Up to this hour be had
never resigned anything he had set his
heart upon. So it was not an easy
matter for him to compose letter to
the secretary of state resigning the
post at Dreiberg True, he added that
he desired to be transferred to a sea-
port town, France or Italy preferred
The high altitude in Dreiberg had af-
fected his heart. However, in case
there was no other available post they
would kindly appoint his successor at
once 1t took courage indeed to face
the matter squarely and resolutely.
That she was not going to marry the
king Of Jugendheit did not alter his
affairs in the least. 1t was all hope
less. He must go.
Some one was knocking on the door,
"a letter for your excellency," said
the concierge.
IF Herr Carmichael would learn the
secret of No. 40 Krumerweg let him
attire himself as a vintner and be in
the Krumerweg at o'clock tonight"
This note was as welcome to the re-
cipient as the flowers in the spring.
An adventure? He was ready, now
and always.
81 shall need the costume of yint-
ner this evening"" he said
"Oh. that will be easy" affirmed the
concierge.
So it came about that Carmichael,
dressed as a vintner, his hat over his
eyes, stole into the misty night and
took the way to the Krumerweg. He
knew exactly where he wished to go
No. 40. After all, who was the lady
in black, and why should he bother
himself about her? She probably came
from the back stairs of the palace.
And yet the chancellor himself had
been In this place.
A step? He trained his ear. But
even as he did so his arms were
grasped firmly and twisted behind his
back, and at the same time a cloth was
wrapped round the lower part of his
face. leaving only his eyes and nose
visible He was helpless. He was
fighting against three.
Then one of the three whistled. A
minute or two after closed carriage
came into the Krumerweg, and Car
michael was literally bundled inside.
His feet and hands were bound.
The carriage began to move slowly.
One turn after another he counted, fix
ing as we'll as he could the topography
Of the town through which they were
passing. Once the road outside Of
Dreiberg was reached fast pace was
set. At the Jugendheit barrier the car
riage stopped. Presently there appear
ed at the door an old man dressed as
mountaineer. In his hand was a
lantern.
pardon me, dear nephew Fools!"
he broke off, swinging round. He has
tricked you ALL This is not he"
Three astonished faces peered over
the old mans shoulder. One was a
carter, another a butcher and the third
a baker.
Carmichael, now freed, stretched
himself.
"Wen?" he said, with dangerous
quiet.
Herr Carmichael, the American con-
sul." The old man nearly dropped the
lantern. "Oh, you Internal block
headsr
Carmichael's anger dissolved, and he
laughed All the mystery was gone.
He saw how neatly he had been duped.
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