Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-05-16
BOOK IL.
CHAPTER XI-Continued.

Tomorrow night, at any rate. ne saio,
there will be no article. We have made
sure of that. / pray to heaven that II
may not be too late!"
She shuddered. The service OF dinner
was resumed.
Put the paper away she begged.
Don't let us think OF it any more After
all. as YOU say, he was warned. Nothing
that one feels now can do any good. Give
me some wine. Talk to me OF other
things
Estermen came into them presently.
Herr Freudenberg insisted upon his TAX
ing a chair. Once more he dismissed the
walters.
"All goes WELL" Estermen announced.
There is not an idea at headquarters as
to the source of the explosion. l nave
been round with the newspaper men,.
How is Kendricks?" Herr Freuden-
berg asked.
"Alive, but barely conscious"
1T is pity" Herr Freudenberg said.
coldly. Hendricks is responsible for a
good deal of the trouble Did you see
that tonight's article is here!
Estermen nodded
HE must have been a day ahead" he
explained "It was probably later one
of the series upon which he was engaged
when the thing occurred"
This one will do sufficient harm" Herr
Freudenberg remarked. grimly.
Estermen shrugged his shoulders.
"It is true. and yet We have great
start. Pubic opinion Is thoroughly un-
settled. Even those who accepted the
entente as the most brilliant piece OF
to wonder what really has been gained by
it, II 1 were at Berlin" Estermen con-
tinued, with a covert glance up at his
master, NOW is the time should choose.
Tomorrow LIE Grand Journal will be 81
lent Tomorrow 1 should send polite
RI "a RnVQrnrn0nf
that, owing to the unsettled condition OF
the country and the nervousness of GER
tain German residents. his imperial maj
esty has thought 1t wise to send q war
ship to Agdar."
pothetical," Herr Freudenberg muttered.
1--WE had the utmost dimculty in per-
suading an ex-convict to go out there"
What does 1t NATTER" Estermen asked.
HE Is there. He represents the glorious
liberties Of the fatherland. Millions have
been spent before now for the blood OF
one man."
Marguerite sighed. She was leaning
back in her place, watching the boughs
of the lime trees swinging gently back
and forth in the night breeze. the cool
moonlight outside. refreshing in its con-
trast to the overlit and overheated audi
torium of the music hall. On the stage a
revue was in full swing. Mile. Ike glanced
at it but seldom. Her eyes seemed to be
always OutSluc.
Tell me- she demanded. almost pas
sionately, "why cannot one leave the
world alone? 1t is great enough and
beautiful enough. VIII Germany be real
ly the happier, do you think, IL she tri-
umphs against England? 1t doesn't seem
worth while. Life is SO short. the JOY OF
living is so hard to grasp. Don't you
think" she added, leaning toward her
companion, her beautiful eyes full of en-
treaty, that for one night. at least, all
thoughts Of your country and OF her des-
TIMES might pass away? Let us live in
the world that amuses itself, that takes
the pleasures that grow ready to its hand.
whose arms are not rapacious, and whose
sword lies idle. Forget for a little time,
dear friend. Let us both forget!"
Herr Freudenberg smiled as he finished
his wine.
..Ah. dear Marguerite" he said. you
preach the great philosophy. We will try
humbly to follow in your footsteps. Lead
on and we will follow-up to the Mont
martre, if you will, or down to the Rue
Royale. What does it matter, sweet
heart. so long as We are together
She shivered little as his fingers
touched hers, although her eyes still be-
sought him. The vestiaire was standing
by with her lace coat. She rose slowly
to her feet.
ITO the Rue Royale." she decided. ITO
night I have no fancy for the Mont