Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-03-21

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| Gretel? Buckets of tears have / shed
i Mein Herr, oceans of them, Time after
| time have I implored him to deny these
rascally curfo hunters, these bloodsuc& <
/ ing
| But listen to me" l broke in DO
! you mean to say that articles have been
| taken away from the castle since l came
| into possession
| Many of them, sir; always with prop
| er credentials. Acn. what spendthrift
| he is. And his poor wife. Ach Colt, how
/ paintings. the tapestries that came from
/ France and Italy hundreds of years ago,
| the wonderful old 1edsteads and tables
that were here when the castle was new
| all gone! And for mere songs. Mein
| He-r, the cheapest of songs. I'll"
please don't weep now, Herr
| Schm.ck. l made haste to exclaim see
| ing lechrymcse symptoms in MS blear old
| eyss. Then / became firm once more.
| This knayery must cease. or I'd know
the reason why! The next man VIC
| comes here to cart away so much as a
single piece is to be kicked out. Do you
| understand? These things belong to me
Why. # this goes wei, soon be de-
prtveu of at.y hing sit on or sleep IN
| or eat from, Lock the doors Conrad
| and don admit any one without 1rst
| consulting me BY Jove, I'd Ike to
| wiring mat rascaIs neck. count.
| Umph.''
''Ach. he is of the noblest family in all
! the land . sighed old Gretel His grand
| father was a fine man
j contrived to subdue my rage and dis.
| appointment and somewhat loudly re-
| turned to the topic from VIII CHI We Were
| drifting. AS for those beastly padlocks
| / shall have them filed off tomorrow
give YOU warning. Conrad if the keys are
not Forthcoming before noon tomorrow
Ill file 'em off so help me-
ho
''Why not place ia ladder in the
courtyard and crawl in through one of
the windows?'
Splendid That's what we'll do.
to bed We Will breakfast at eight, Mrs.
Schm.ck.''
"W.n you see the American ladies and
gentlemen who are coming tomorrow to
| pick out the
Yes I'll see them" said |, compress
| ing my lips. Don't let me overslsep
| Britton.'
Brtton got nothing but grunts from me
| until half past nine. At that hour he came
| into my room and delivered news that
| aroused me more effectualiy than all the
alarm clocks in the world could have
| done.
| Get up. s'r. if you please" he repeated
| the third time. The party of Amer cans
| is below. sir. rummag.nS about the place
| They have ordered the Workmen to Stop
work, sir complaining of the beastlN
| noise they make, and the dust and all
| that, sir. They have already selected
| half dozen pieces, and they have
| brought enough porters and carriers over
| in the boats to take the stuff away in
! "Where is Poopendyke?" | cried, leap
| ing out of bed. ~ don't want to be
shaved, Britton, and don't bother about
the tub !"
has tried to explain that nothing is for
| sale but the gentlemen say they are
onto his game They go right on yanlsins
things about and putting their own prices
on them and reserving them
"I'll-Ill put stop to this. l grated
seeing red for an instant
And the ladies, sir, There are three OF
| them. all from New York city. ana they
keep on saying they are completely raw
| ished, sir-with JOY. | take 1t. Your grea;
| Mrs Riley Werkheimer, and the hall
| seat that the first baron used to throw
his armor on when he came in from
| Great snakes" l roared. They have
| MT moved it, have they? 1t will fall to
pieces,
."No, sir. They are piling sconces and
candelabra and andirons on it, regardless
| of what Mr.. Poopendyke says. You'd bet
| ter hurry sir. Here is your collar and
necktie-"
| Il don't want 'em. Where the dickens
are my trousers?
| His face fell Being pressed, sir-God
| forgive me.''
Get out another pair, confound you,
Britton.''
He began rummaging in the huge
clothes PRESS. all the while RECALLING me
with news from the regions below. Mr..
| Poopendyke has gone UP to his room,
| sir. with his typewriter. The young lady
| insisted on having it. She sqLealed with
| joy at seeing an antique typewriter, and
he-he had to run away with it, pom my
| soul he did, sr.''
| ! couldn't help laughing.
| "And your golf clubs. Mr. Smart. The
young gentleman of the party is per-
fectly carried away with them. He says
| they're the real thing, the genuine six
| teenth century article. They are a Bit
| rusted, you'll remember. | left him out
| in the courtyard trying your brassy and
midiron, sir, endeavoring to loft potatoes
| over the south wall. l succeeded in hid
/ ing the balls, sir. Just | started up
stairs l heard one of the new window
panes in the banquet hall smash. sir: sc
/ | take it he must have sliced his drive a
bit"
who let these people IMP / demand ed
in smothered tones from the depths Of a
| sweater l was getting into.
| They came in with the plumbers SIR
at $50. Old Man Schm.ck tried to keeI
them out, but they said they don't un-
derstand German and walked right by
leaving their donkeys in the roadway
outside.
| Couldn't Rudolph and Max stor
| them?'' I cried, as my head emerged.
They were still in bed. sir. l think
| they're at breakfast now"
Good Lord!" l groaned, looking a my
watch "Nine-thrty! What sort of resi-
cure am l conducting here?"
| We hurried downstairs 50 fast that
lost one of my bedroom slippers 1t Wen
| gathering on ahead OF us, making &
| shameful racket on the bare stones; bu
| Britton caught it up in time to save i
| from the clutches of the curiO vandals
My workmen were lolling about the
place, smoking vile pipes and talking il
gutteral whispers. All operations APP
peared to have ceased in my establish
ment at the command of the far from
| idle rich. Two portly men in fedora.
were standing in the middle of the grea
| hail. discussing the merits of a dingy ole
| spinet that had been carried out of the
music room by two lusty porters from
the hotel. From somewhere in the direc
| ton of the room where porcelans ant
|earthenware were stored came the shrll
| excited voices of women. The ages
Schmicks We're sitting side by side on
window ledge, with the rigid reticence o.
| wax figures.
! As / came up / heard one of tbs
| strangers say to the other, well. if YOU
don't want it. I'll take it. My wife says
| it can be made into u writing desk with
| q little
| /, confronting them "Will you be gooC
enough to explain this intrusion?'
| They stared at me as If I were a serv.
ant asking for higher wages. The speak
| er, fat man with bristly mustache
and a red necktie, drew himself ur
| haughtly.
WHO the blazes are your he demand