The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1911-05-25

"St5ut man fed qaje neaf !6nsef.
at5f." and then came the unknown.
dash-dot-dash-dash. THAT" he ex.
planned. '1s Y in the Continental
CODE" It went on; "d55f bling 5ver
when e E5es."
The chief read It on glibly:
Stout man. red face, near conserv.
atory door. Bring over when G goes"
Very welIl" commented Mr.. Grimm
ambiguously.
With no word OF explanation, he
rose and went out, pausing at the door
to take the ice which the servant waE
bringing in. The seat where he had
left Senorita Rodriguez was vacant:
so was the chair where Miss Thorne
had been. He glanced about inquir-
ingly, and servant who stood stolid-
ly near the conservatory door ap-
preached him.
Pardon, sir, but the lady who was
sitting here" and he indicated the
chair where Miss Thorne had been sit
ting. tainted while dancing. and the
lady who was with you went along
when she was removed to the ladies'
dressing-room, SIR"
Mr.. Grimm's teeth closed with lit
tie Cnap.
did you happen to notice any time
this evening a stout gentleman, with
red face, near the conservatory door?"
he asked.
The servant pondered q moment,
then shook his head.
mo, SIR"
Thank you"
Mr.. Grimm was Just turning away,
when there came the sharp, vibrant
cra-a-sh! Of a revolver, somewhere OF
to his left. The president! That was
his first thought. One glance across
the room to where the chief executive
stood, in conversation with two other
gentlemen, reassured him. The chol-
eric blue eyes of the president had
opened a little at the sound, then he
| calmly resumed the conversation. Mr..
Grimm impulsively started ttsward the
little group, but already Gordon was
being drawn there-a Gordon of quiet
faced, keen-eyed men, unohtrusively
forcing their way through the crowd.
There was Johnson, and Hastings,
and Blair and half dozen others. +
The room had been struck dumb.
Then dancers stopped, with tense, in
quiring looks, and the plaintive whine
Of the orchestra, far away, faltered,
then ceased. There was one brief
instant Of utter silence in which white
faced women clung to the arms Of
their escorts, and the brilliant galaxy
Of colors halted. Then, after a mo-
ment, there came clearly through the
stiffness, the excited, cultural COM
mand of the German ambassador.
Keep on blaying. you tam fools!
Keep on blaying!"
The orchestra started again tremu-
lousy. Mr.. Grimm nodded silent
approval of the ambassadors COM
mand, then turned away to his left, in
the direction of the shot. After the
first dismay, there was general move
ment of the crowd in that direction.
q movement which was checked by
Mr.. Campbells appearance upon a
chair. with smile on his bland face.
"No harm DONE" he called. "One
Of the officers present dropped his re-
volver, and 1t was accidentally dis
charged. No harm done"
There was a moments excited chat
ter, deep-drawn breaths of relief, the
orchestra swung again into the inter-
rupted rhythm, and the dancers
moved on. Mr.. Grimm went straight
to his chief, who had stepped down
| from the chair. Two other secret
service men stood behind him, block
ing the doorway that opened into a
narrow hall.
This way" directed the chief
tersely.
Mr. Grimm walked along beside him.
They skirted the end Of the ballroom
only wounded. He's in that room,"
and he indicated door little way
down the hall "Fairchild, two serv-
ants and physician are with him"
who shot him?"
Don't know. We found him lying
in the hall here"
Still followed by Mr.. Grimm, the
chief entered the room, and together
they bent over the wounded man. The
bullet had entered the torso just be-
low the ribs on the left side.
TITS a clean wound" the physician
was explaining. THE bullet passed
through. There's no immediate dan
ger"
Senor Alvarez opened his eyes, and
stared about him in bewilderment;
then alarm overspread his face, and
he made spasmodic efforts to reach
the inside breast pocket of his coat.
Mr.. Grimm obligingly thrust his hand
into the pocket and drew out its con-
tents, the while Senor Alvarez strug-
| gled frantically.
Just a moment" Mr.. Grimm ad-
vised quietly. I'm only going to let
you see if it is here. Is it?"
He held the papers, one by one, in
front of the wounded man, and each
time a shake of the head was his an
swer. At last Senor Alvarez closed
his eyes again.
ITO RE CONTINJJEDO