The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1913-06-19

Copyright, 1913, By ". 6. Chapman IN the United
States and Great Britain
CHAPTER w.


The ZugspItZe IS the highest peak
in Germany; it belongs to the Alps
and panorama can be seen from the
perpetually snow-covered summit that
is worth while. AT the foot of this
giant is the town of Partenkirchen, q
great place for tourists, but since the
isolation OF the American continent
the number of visitors has dimin
ished somewhat.
One crisp December morning tall
young man on skis slid down from
one of the snow-covered side hills of
the Zugspitze. He wore an Alpine cos.
tune and carried on his back the
usual satchel of the mountain climber
The sack evidently was heavy, yet he
carried it easily.
The early sportsman stopped for a
second or two just about the Tirolean
and Bavarian border After a short
meditation, he started forward. and
with the agility of a master of the
sport Slid downward, jumping down
steep slopes, and soon landed in the
valley He took a peculiar field glass
from his knapsack and directed ii
| toward the great peak moving it un.
til he found q spot that looked to the
unaided eye like a red dot on the
| mountain side. It was the deserted
| castle Of the great Prince Luipold,
| once reigning prince of the kingdom
| of Bavaria
| When he had focused the glass, he
saw round, rudy checked man rub.
| bling his hands vigorously.
1T must be somewhat cool there"
| smiled the sportsman.
He drew a red handkerchief and
| made some circular movements in the
| air with the futtering linen. always
watching through his glass. Then,
with a satisfied expression, he placed
| the glass and kerchief in their respec-
| tive places and started toward the
| town.
The narrow, winding streets we're
almost deserted and he used his skis
even through the town.
! There were several hotels around
the square; the Golden Eagle and the
Red Star were the most promising
| looking, and he selected the latter.
! christening the straps of the skis,
! he cast them over his shoulder and
4 entered the famous old hotel.
1 At the sound of the strangers foot
/ steps in the hall big, white-aproned
man, whose head was covered with a
4 Turkish fez, appeared in the doorway
at the end Of the hall; in his right
/ hand he held a murderous looking
knife and in the left fork He
I greeted the newcomer with great re-
| spect; it was surprising to see a guest
at this time Of the year. The man of
i the skis leaned his knapsack and the
skis against the wall and said. Gluten
morgen, Herr Wirthi"
The big German threw fork and
knife on a table and rubbing his hands
on his apron to remove the grease,
took the strangers sack and carried
it into the office. There he put long,
official blank of reporting paper be-
fore him, together with pen and ink.
1t took a long time for the stranger
to fill out all the somewhat imperti-
nent questions, but at last it was done.
On the last line he wrote in large
round characters the name:
"Chevalier Sonapo E di Leon"
what can I do for you, chevalier?'
asked the hotelkeeper, who had used
on a clean coat.
First Of all, I want some break
fast, then a room, as l would like to
spend few days here"
The hosts face shone with pleasure
and he led his guest into the small
h dining-room.
The chevalier's eyes wandered
around searchingly; they seemed to
penetrate into every nook and corner
The host returned, followed by a
/ girl, who put snow-white cover on
one Of the tables, then steaming hot
rolls were brought in with coffee, but.
ter, honey and some eggs.
The chevalier ate heartily; the early
morning exercise had given him a
splendid appetite. When he had fin
ished, the host offered him some CT
gars, but he smiIingly refused, assur.
ing him that he never used them.
'They are real Saharan, chevalier.' "
"Saharan? Is that a new brandt"
mot exactly; we have had it for
ten years, ever since the successful ir.
IISdlIOA OL LiS OSSS1t- unuCIStdA
that it is even better than the once
famous Havana"
| The stranger looked at the host
thoughtfully, then with some hesita-
ton he asked:
What is the name Of the engineer
who planned that project? I have
quite forgotten"
You are not & German, chevalieri
otherwise you would know the man
whom all the German-speaking nations
regard with hope: his name is Count
Won Werdenstein."
The young man started, but recov-
cred himself quickly. How foolish,
have nearly split my coffee. Yes,
Werdenstein; / remember the name
now"
HE is our Bismarck, Moltke and
Edison, in one person"
The young man stared at the host
for a second. quite a remarkable
man"
Indeed, sir, he was selected as
commander in chief by the Interna-
tional Federation, for the war against
America"
81 am sure it is a very happy seleo-
ton"
Well, sir. he is a great man indeed,
but do wish, and I am sure many