Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-04-25
/ THE MISCHIEF MAKER !
E. PHILLIPS OPPENE1EIM !
by Brown 1
CHAPTER XII-Continued.

CHAPTER XII-Continued.
"Ah' he exclaimed, ut is. indeed. my
friend of Berlin. Welcome, dear Sir Jul
lien! We meet on neutral ground, Is 1t
not SO? We meet now in, the city OF
pleasures. Let us sit for little time and
talk, and forget that you and l once
wrote chapter together in the history
of toymaking. But first he added. turn
ing to Mile. Ike. made mo.seile permfts
me to introduce very dear land cher
ished acquaintance to an equally dear
and cherished friend This gentleman.
dear Marguerite, and I make toys in diff
ferent countries, and there was time
when 1t was necessary for US to consult
together So he came. to Berlin and l
have never forgotten his visit. For the
present join us. dear Julien. You permit
that l call YOU by your. first name? 1t Is
after midnight. and after midnight in
Paris one permits everything. Now we
drink together, we three, for Estermen
must leave us / know. We drink to-
gether to the making Of toys the build
ing Of toy palaces and the love of one
another. Come, NJ. Albert. see that your
sommelier opens that bottle that YOU
have chosen for US carefully he con-
tinued, turning to the manager. VINO was
lowering close at hand. This is a meet
ing and We need the best wine that ever
came from the vineyards of France.
dear friend. Albert. Bow low to him. in
deed, for he is worthy of it. Afterward
we will. perhaps. eat something Send
Your waiter. But above all. monsieur.
see to it that mademoselle with the fair
curls dances once more. My friend, |
think, would like to see her. And we
must have music. Let the band never
cease playing. All, it is here. dear AL
bert that one learns to forget how strenu-
Gus life really is. 1t is here that one may
unbend. The wine.'
While Herr Freudenberg talked the
sommelier had gravely served the cham
payne in some tall and wonderful glasses
brought from private cabinet by NJ.
Albert himself to honor his most treas
ured visitors. Herr Freudenberg raised
his glass. clinked it against the glass of
mademoiselle. clinked it against Julien's
glass.
Come" he cried, ito our better &C
quaintance, to our better understanding.
Mademoiselle," he added, lowering his
tone, Ito the eternal continuance Of those
things which lie between YOU and met!
Estermen had departed and Julien
breathed the freer for it. Mile. Ike chat
tered to him for a few moments, and
Herr Freudenberg whispered in the ears
Of Albert, who withdrew at once.
OUo uUSl eat, TIcuucuDcIS uC-
clared. Albert has some peaches. Won
derful peaches. from the gardens where
the sun always shines. Peaches and
ACKNOWLEDGEMENT coffee. All! my
friend you remember those somber ban
quets when we all hated one another be-
cause we all fancied that the other want
ed what we had a right to? Ugh! When
l think OF Berlin in those days, when no
one smiled. when ones sense of humor
was there only to be kept down with an
hor -hr- - rir,nc, tn nFNN
Mademoiselle. l have a prayer to make. :
1T is granted she assured him, softly
Presently the orchestra shall play the
music of Faust. You will sing to us?
perfect unless some minutes OF 1t move
to the music Of your voice.
She laughed softly.
Yes, monsieur, l will sing" she an
swered. but not the jewel song tonight.
Send the chef d'orchestre to me-
At the merest signal he was there with
his violin under his arm. Mademoiselle
whispered word in his ear and he de-
parted, all smiles. The selection which
they were playing suddenly ceased. Mon
air, which no one wholly recognized, but
every one found familiar. Slowly he
walked around the tables playing still.
always with his eyes upon Mile. Ike, and
when at last he stood before her, she
threw her head back and sang.
The clatter of crOckcry diminished, the
walters paused in their tasks or crept on
tiptoe about the place. Men and women
stood up at their tables that they might.
see the singer better: conversation ceased
And all the time the chef d'orchestre
drew music from his violin. and made
mOiselie, with half-closed eyes, her head
thrown back, filled the whole room with
melody. Even she herself knew that she
was singing as she never sang at the
opera. as she had never sung when a
great impressario had come to try her
voice. as one sings only when the heart is
shaking little, and as she finished. the
fingers OF her left hand slowly crept
across tile table into the hand Of Herr
Freudenberg, the toymaker. and her last
notes We're sung almost in a whisper into
his cars. The room rose up to applaud.
The chef d'Orchestre went back to his
place. bowling right and left. Herr Freu-
denbcrg raised the fingers that lay be-
tween his hand to his lips.
"Ah, mademoiselle. he murmured. II
have no longer words!''
Albert came back. Scarcely more than
look passed between him and Herr
Freudenberg. Then the latter rose 10 his
feet.
Come he said, "a little surprise for
you. You, too, dear Julien. I insist. This
way"
They passed from the room AS made
moisel!e rose to her feet people began
once more to applaud.
Mademoiselle will sing again presently.
perhaps Herr Freudenberg answered a
man who leaned forward. I'VE do not
depart
He led the way TO the head OF the stair
case and they passed into the back
regions of the place-dim i'll lii. mys-
FERROUS. Albert. who had preceded them,
threw open the door of a room. There
was small supper table laid for three,
more flowers. more wine.
1t is that one may talk for five min
utes. Herr Freudenberg explained.
"Mademoiselle."
But mademoiselle had already fitted
away. The door somehow was closed,