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Half an bprr since monsieur
,,as distrauaht. watched fhe men
Iu,a . mailman. ] couId saw nothing
Nv. b,au-iful ,,inp an smiled and
..yyhere have they gone2"
To the Southern station monsieur
All tIus 20 thitber. to be shipped back
IN the wine growers each quarter
Doubtless all Paris is Welding NJ
inns this NIGHT There is a special
train monsieur which starts i'm the
morning and"
Paul thrust Monsieur Gabriel from
him and rushed out into the street.
He hailed 2 Dassing facre ana ordered
the man IN drive to the terminal sta
tion Of the Southern railway Arrived
there he tossed the man a louis and
rushed into the freight ward There
were thousands of tuns. piled up
and then collapsed. like topheavy pyra-
mids and tumbled over other tuns
sending dozens of them skipping and
rolling in every direction. And at
each gate wagons and vans were dis
charging tuns and barrels of every
sort and size. Paul stared in dismay
at this fearful panorama. Among
those thousands. which tun held Ger
many's ruler and which the woman
spy? He could never find either. He
pictured the kaiser slowly perishing
in that dreadful receptacle, rolled into
vans. shifted and shunted. passing
from the main track to little branch
railways. at last to find a resting place
in some French peasants home, where
his body would be disclosed to a
startled, gasping multitude. A dead
man in a tun! a mystery for five
days, Then-nothing, He would be
! inferred in some little graveyard and
the secret of Germans lost ruler would
never be revealed,
He staggered like a drunken man
around the yards. At the gates por-
| tiers were joking and chatting with
drivers as the hideous tuns were un-
| loaded and sent crashing upon the
tops of others From their battered
sides thin drops of wine stained the
| ground like blood. Which one? Dear
God. which one?
Distractine images crowded PANTS
brain He Thought Of Richard of the
Lion Heart and of his faithful trouba.
dour who sought him in his imnrison.
ment from castle to castle through the
length and breadth OF Europe until AT
last singing the "Chanson do Roland
beneath the castle walls he hoard
Richards resnonse within put there
WAS neither castle NOR sone-onlv
these hideous TINS
Stav, There was a song. For had
NOT His Majesty comnosed famous
sope the Song tn Aeeir" which had
been satirized and ridiculed and adj
mired throughout all Germany and
Eurone too7
Paul Lane began m hum thu. como
He trod the outskirts Of the barrels
| and hogan hummtng honei.ss,, uut
doesedly hummips Then he SANG
louder Presently he was chanting
loudly. A porter turned and jeered
at him as he closed his gate. The
man was drunk. He filched wine from
the nearly empty barrels and. impu
IDENTIFY drunk. he slammed the gate In
Paul's face You can wait there till
morning, if you want to-" he yelled
at him. Paul went on singing.
Presently, as he threaded his way