Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-05-07

There is man who comes often to Paris,
who calls himself a maker of toys. He
says that he comes from Leipzig and
that his name is Herr Freudenberg.'
She sat as still as a statue. Not line
of her features was changed. Julien
turned little in his seat. AS he watched
he saw that her bosom underneath the
lace scarf which she wore was rising and
falling quickly. Her teeth came suddenly
together. He saw the lids droop over her
eyes as though she were in pain.
Herr Freudenberg." she repeated,
what Of him."
II knew him in the days when I count
ed for something in the world Julien
explained. Don't you remember that on
the night when we dined together at the
Maison Leon dor he sent one of his
emissaries for me? He was man in
whom had always felt the greatest, the
most complete interest. l went to him
gladly. Since then. as you will know If
you read the papers, events have moved
rapidly. / am beginning to realize now
how completely and absolutely that man
is the enemy Of my country
1T is true that" she murmured.
For some reason Julien continued,
''he seemed anxious to remove me from
Paris. He made me a somewhat singular
offer. He wanted me to go to some dis.
tant country on mission-not political
and yet for Germany"
And do you go?''
NO" he replied, II have found other
work. 1 don't think that l seriously con-
sidered it at any time. yet 1 have always
been curious as to why he should have
made such an offer to me-"
She had the air now of a woman who
had completely recovered control Of her.
self.
"Sir Julien" she asked. 81 beg OF you
to tell me this: II you do not know who
am, why have you mentioned Herr
Freudenberg's name to me?'
Madame, Julien answered, because
the man who brought me the message
from Herr Freudenberg. the man who
conducted me to him, the man concern
ing whom you told me that strange. pa
thetic little story-he let fall one word.
asked him no question. l wished for no
information except from you. Yet I am
only human. I have had impulses Of
curiosity
Herr F'reudenberg is my husband"
Nine Christopher declared.
Julien looked at her in amazement. For
the moment he was speechless.
II say what is perhaps literally but not
actually true she went on. He was
my husband We are separated. We
are not divorced, because we were mar
ried as Roman Catholics. We are sepa-
rated. There will never be anything else
between u.s.
Julien remained silent 1t was so hard
him that around her speech lowered a
tragedy.
Now you know that Herr Freudenberg
is my husband" shei asked. ARE you not
little afraid to be sitting here by my
side?"
why should 1 be?'
Don't you know" she continued, that
he Is your enemy?
Julien looked grave.
mo, / have scarcely realized that, he
answered. 'I think, perhaps, when he
| reads yesterdays papers he may be feel
| ing like that. At present, so far as he
Knows, what have 1 done?'
"You," she said, were the only man
who ever stood up to him, who ever dealt
blow at his political supremacy. At the
conference of Berlin you trfumphed. Ger
man papers politely. and in very yelled
| manner, reminded hin Of his defeat 1t
was not q great matter. 1t Is true, but
none the less the conference OF Berlin
was the first diplomatic failure In which
he had ever been concerned ana you
You think, them Julien remarked,
that he still harbors grudge against me
| for that?''
without q doubt. Now tell me what
| you mean when you speak OF yesterday s
papers?"
Il am writing series Of articles" Ju-
| lien told her. "They commenced yester-
| day. They will appear in French pa
per-Le Grand Journal-and In the Eng
fish Post. They are written with the sole
| When he reads the first he will under
stand-he will be my enemy"
She held out her hand.
Then say goodbye to me now, my
| friend she murmured. ''for You will
die
Julien laughed scornfully.
1--WE do not live In those days." he re-
minded her. I'VE fight with the pen.
with diplomacy, with all the weapons OF
statecraft and intrigue. il You win. But
this is not now the Paris OF Dumas. One
does not assassinate."
my friend" she said, earnestly, ''you
| do not know Herr Freudenberg. IL, in
deed, you have become during these last
few days his enemy. by this time next
week you will surely have passed into
some other sphere OF activity. There are
no methods too primitive for him, no
/ methods too subtle or too cruel. He can
be the most charming, the most winning
+! the most generous, the most romantic
person who ever breathed: or he can be
. Nero. . cruel and brutal butcher. q
murderer either Of regulations or bodies
he cares little which,"
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