The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-04-12

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ssHdatE. this time. He knew full well
that to run away : would
merely be playing into the hands of
the prince. He knew, too, that If he
had any good cards to play he would
have to play them fast. The kings
advisers were persistent In their urg-
ing that he depart from the palace and
Eurn 1t over to the mob. Hawthorne
was equally determined shat the king
shouldn't do it. He felt now that it
was his personal fight against the
prince, and he was going to win it If
be had to spend every cent in his pos
pess1on-
Then, too. there was a suspicion per-
haps harbor1ng somewhere in his brain
that If he saved the kingdom for the
old king maybe the princess might
think pretty well OF him. He did not
dare fancy that she would think well
Of marriage-but she might.
That very thought put all the courage
that an American could muster into
his system.
II the king left the palace it would
be over his dead body, Hawthorne told
himself
'sPn co. said the king.
'FYou must do nothing Of the sortr'
aercely contradicted Hawthorne, step
ping in front of the king '"That
would be the last and worst of all your
bIunders. It would wind you up for
good-''
"SirY' mildly expostulated the king.
cit is far better to run away than to
be sent away. especially when one is
not certain where they will send him.
You're wrongr' denied Hawthorne.
Believe me. it's always whole lot
safer and better and wiser to stay and
face the music. If we'd run away at
Bunker Hill and Lexington and Get
tysburg and Santiago. where would
the United States be today? We'd be
running yet
But" expostulated De WITT, ''it is
his majesty's only chance To stay
would be fatal Escape is the only pos
sibIe''-
There is one thing" said Hawthorne
gravely. that your majesty cannot run
Iway from
"Eh?" calculated the king.
'History!'' retorted Hawthorne. 'eYou
rant run away from history. 1t will
brand you through all ages as the cow
Rrdly king who let himself be bluffed
or his throne
you are right, Mr.. Hawthorne" an
swered the king in sudden decision,
while his dropping shoulders squared
themselves and his wontedly nstless
manner took on a strangely royal dig
nifty. ''You are the best of our advis-
Frs De Witt, we have changed our
decision. We shall remain
"Sires'' exclaimed the chancellor from
the window, 1.-THE square is black with
people. Some one is haranguing them
+fOf course some one Isl sneered
Hawthorne. "a mob must always be |
told what to do.''
"a mob!'' muttered the king. at fear
n mob above all things
ArBahr' smiled Hawthorne. GA mob
Is nothing. The only thing to fear is
the mind that does the mob's thinking |
That's the thing to fear-and to beat |
And I'm going to beat it Your males
II VIII give orders to, have my friend |
Blake admitted? He is at the gate. |
can use him just now in my business
At a nod from the king the chancel- |
lor hurried to the door, gave an order |
10 an attendant in the anteroom and |
returned
YES" went on Hawthorne. "Once |
let me get strange hold on the mind |
that's doing the thinking for that mob |
but there and III send this silly revolu- |
Hon screeehing up a tree
You have plenty of confidence, Mr..
Hawthorne" commented the king in
half admir1Dg irony.
Sure have. That's what I'm here
for. And I guess I've got a corner on
the local confidence market. A revolu-
ton is nothing but politics, and politics
Is my middle name. Hello, there" as
= distant clock struck, midnight!
Time for our guests to drop in
Your majesty exclaimed a life
guard officer at the door, "a crowd is
Mt the gates. Regiments of the army
are with it. General Hohenloe is at
their head, and he demands admittance
In the name of the nationr'
Then" drawled Hawthorne, 'Tet
the nation in"
mo. nor cried the king ''Hold the
gates. Hold"-
mo nothing of the Sort" snapped
Hawthorne. Let 'em in. Let in the
whole shooting match. Your majesty.
it's your one best chance-the only
chance you'll GET
Captain, 1 order you to hold the
gates" repeated the king. and the Of
dcer, saluting, ran back to his post.
"Oh, your majesty" complained
as If correcting a stupid
child: you're scribbling o. K on your
own death warrant! why can't you
leave this thing to me? Don't butt in.
I'll see you through. 1 told you 1
would"
There is nothing you can do" re-
Ylied the king. IF the mob were al