The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1913-04-11

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| and said that you were a millionaire
from America~over here looking for ex-
| element"
"WeN," laughed Hawthorne, at don't
| know about the truth OF the financial
end of that story, but the excitement
| end is all true I'm looking for 1t and
| I'm finding it in abundance
1Tf you have this conn., said the
| prince, ignoring H&v1horness attempt
at righteousness, 1--WE can probably ar
range your release If you have no
money you'll have to die.''
''How about my fEendsP''
They'll die with you, and If you
produce the money they Will be al
lowed to 11ve.''
''No one VIII eEer4accuse you Of not
| being generous said Hawthorne.
'%Now, just let me tell you something!
| If had that money you wouldn't get
| It'll You don't dare Kill me, as mat
ter of fact, and even if you dared you
couldn't do it by the plan you propose,
for there isn't a man In the army could
| aim his gun straight enough
~This is final demanded the prince.
Absolutely replied Hawthorne.
Then you and your friends die in
| the morning for conspiring against
| BorroZina.''
With that the prince took hts leave.
Then Hawthorne set himself down
| to some real serious thinking. Wheth-
er he died in the morning or not was
| proposition that could be taken care
of later. The immediate subject I'M
der consideration was whether he
could get out in time to prevent the
attack on the palace.
"The guard thought Hawthorne to
! himself. ''I wonder how well he loves
his country?"
"Hist! Hist" was the signal that
brought the guard alongside of his
cell shortly after the departure of the
prince.
How well do you like money! ask
ed Hawthorne.
E'Pretty welI,'' said the guard.
"What would it take to get me out
OF here?''
The guard looked around to make
sure that he was safe in talking.
It'll tell you,'' said the guard. I'm
an Eng1ishman, and so is the guard at
the big gate. Now, if you could let
the two of US have enough to get US
back home I think we could safely
call it square,
How would five hundred strike
your"
Give hundredr' exclaimed the
guard "Why, we'd come pretty near
scuttling a ship for such a sum of
money"
'Then it's yours" said Hawthorne.
An hour later Hawthorne and Blake
were on their way to the palace. The
| newspaper man was left in prison, for
the Americans didn't think it would
be safe to have him out until after
they had won the confidence Of the
king.
The king sat in his private study at
the palace late that evening. With
him were De WITT and the chancellor.
An air of unrest pervaded the whole
palace. The king alone was unmoved.
'tHas Hohenloe arrived YETI" he ask
| ed, glancing up from some papers on
his desk.
mo, SIRE replied De WITT.
''H'mI The commander in chief of
| the army ignores his kings summons?
And the life guards? Have they been
recalled from Mavoritz, as I ordered?"
| 81 am afraid not, sire, or they should
have been here by now
''Then," calmly decided the king,
chat young Americans warning was
well founded, it seems. Vladimir plans
a revolution. And Hohenloe and the
army are behind him. 1t only remains
to learn when and how they intend to
strike All, Irma,'' he broke off as the
princess stole into the room. ''What
brings you here so late, little grip
"I hardly know" she faltered. CT
was worried about your majesty. Ever
since that shot today
'FWhy, dear, that is absurd. I am
"And from my window I could see
knots of people gathering in the square
In front Of the palace, and
She paused on noting the exchange
| of quick nervous gIances between De
Witt and the chancellor. The former
moved as If by chance toward the
nearest window He left the room
moment later to return with a look of
perplexity on his wrinkled face
'ESire," he reported, zone of my men
tells me the American of whom you
were just speaking has gotten himself
| and his travelling companion, Mr..
Blake, into serious trouble. It seems
he has had a personal encounter-a
fight, in fact-with Prince Vladimir
''With Prince Vladimir echoed the
king. "a fight? You mean that the
prince actually struck this American p
81 am afraid, sire, that it was the
American who struck Prince Vladimir.
Indeed, he knocked the prince down"
'SplendidY' chuckled the king. II
mean deplora BILE! I fear this is seri-
GUS"
"And further. sire. After the con-
dict the roof caved in and temporarily
buried the prince, the general and his
guards while the Americans escaped,
only to be captured later by the prince
and put in jail. Mr.. HAWTHORNE