Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-04-26
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worse. It's the old people who keep these
'"rhe older we GET Julien replied. .'ths
| Hendricks wheeled suddenly In his place.
| Tell mo how long you have known
Herr Freudenberg?' he insisted. How
many times have you bsen seen with
tonight for the hrst timer
/ Julien laughed
"My dear David" he protested.
ITO tell you the truth. Julien" Ken
trouble, some mysterious s hs at
work. which seems to be upsetting the re-
| lations just now between France and Eng
land. To be frank with you. know that
Carraby. at . cabinet meeting yesterday.
81 essfi e that you were at the 00't'"
Julien's eyes suddenly flashed fire.
anybody believe it?'
Scarcely. And yet, Julien, It pays to
be careful. You can't alEerd to be seen
in public places With the enemies Of your
rs car, Freuaeneere an enemy of my
Hendricks leaned back in his seat and
| laughed scornfully.
Julien" he exclaimed. there are times
when you are very simple! Do you, in
deed. mean that you would try to deceive
David Hendricks Of the Post, don't know
that Herr FreudenberE and the Prince
Won Faikenbers ruler Of Germany. are
one and the same person? Maker OF toys
he calls himself! Maker Of fools palaces,
II you like; builder Of prison houses, II
you will No man was ever born with
less Of a conscience. moro solely and
wholly ambitious both for his country
You talked tonight. You. knew him?"
Naturally" Julien answered. I'VE met
at Berlin
. The man is a great genius" Ken
talk OF his drinking bouts. Of his plunges
into French dissipation. The man hasn't
e single dissipated thought In his mind.
He moves through this world-this little
Paris world-with one idea only. He gets
cretly. drops hints here and there as
private person, let's himself be considered
Partisan Of Parisians. All the time he
listens and he drops his cunning words OF
do you?'' Julien asked.
TT seems to me that have some idea"
Hendricks answered. This Il your hotel.
isn't tt:'
Julien nodded.
Are you going to stay here?'
Hendricks shook his head.
II stay at little hotel In the Rue
Taitbout- stay there because it is full
Of the weirdest set Of foreigners you ever
knew. This morning we breakfast to-
gether?'
Come and see me when you win." Ju-
lien invited, 'or will come to you; not
to 6reakfast. thousi,.I am engaged"
ITO the lady whom your little friend.
the manicurist, sent me to visit" Ju-
lien replied. Perhaps now you will tell
me that she is an ambassadress In dis
guise?'
''Ill tell you nothing about her this
morning." Kendricks said. ''I'i tell you
nothin. which you ought not to ind out
DO you think may breakfast with her
safely?" Julien inquired.
Heaven knows-I don't!" Hendricks re-
piled. mo man Is safe with such q wonl-
an as Nine. Christopher. But let it go.
some news then. I'm going to unroil a
plan Of campaign. There's work for you,
II you like It: nothing formulated as yet
but It's coming = perhaps hope who
The sun rose higher in the heavens. the
mauve light faded from the sky. Morn
ing had arrived in earnest and Paris set
tied herself down to the commencement
Of another day. Julien. for the first time
minutes after his head had touched the
pillow. Herr Freudenberg. on the con-
trary. made no attempt at all to retire.
In the sitting room Of his apartments in
the Boulevard Maupassant he sat In his
dressing gown. carefully studying some
letters which had arrived by the night
mail. Opposite to him was q secretary;
by his side Estermen, who appeared to
be there for the purpose of making a re-
port:
ing. mot line Of writing Of any sort in
his trunk. his bureau or anywhere about
his ROOM"
Herr Freudenberg nodded thoushtfully
deal With" he said. 'The luncheon is
ordered today in the private room at the
Armenonvillef
"EverythinE has been attended to- Es-
termen replied.
Herr Freudenberg was thoughtful for
several moments. Then, with wave OF
his hand, he dismissed Estermen.
"You. too, can 60, Fritz" he said to his
secretary. You have had q long nights
work"
"You yourself. excellency, should sleep
for q while" his secretary advised.
Herr Freudeuberg shook his head.
Sleep" he declared, lis q waste of
| time. I need no sleep. AS you 80 you
bath. / will rest then for an hour and
walk In the Champs Elysees."
The secretary Withdrew and Herr Freu-
denberg was alone. He picked up
crumpled rose that lay upon the table
and twirled 1t for Q moment or two in his
fingers. The action seemed to be wholly
unconscious His eyes were set in
fixed stare, his thoughts were busy weav-
Ing out his plans for the, day. It was
not until he was summoned to his bath
that he rose and glanced ct the wtthered
flower. Then he smiled.
Poor little Marguerite!" he murmured.
!. what Q pity!'
He touched the rose with his lips, aban-
doned his first Intention. which seemed
to have been to throw 1t into the fire.
place, and put 1t back carefully upon the
table. side by side with an odd, white
glove.
''Queer little record Of the froth OF iife,',
he said softly to himself. zone soiled
evening glove. q faded rose a woman's
| tears-they pass. What can one dove
poor others who have to drive the wheels
Of life?'
He sighed. shrugged his high shoulders
and passed out.
CTo be continued tomorrow