Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-01-19


he liked. hero knows chains. His leave was in
definite. And always this was announced that no one
might suspect for instant that great man need
fear any rules conventions.
Being of regularity and orderiness and rou-
tine, the General arranged his household. WolsbaQh
was his personal attendant, refusing permit
mon hired valet bring the hot water, to shave the
hero assist him down the creakng oak stairs and
regousy he stood behind the chair when the General
such fine old man; but certain truths must be OBJ
served lest those wise old by the replaces enter
denial. The General gobbled his breakfast invariably,
as if there but three minutes between him and
battle. The gobbling began at exactly sixorty
o'clock A. NJ. At exactly seven o'clock A. NJ, and en-
trey needless of those who might be watching in this
foreign land six men, Sodierly and earnest stood at
parade the ground in front of the piazza. At ex-
actly that minute there would appear the steps
whte-hared, stern-faced old man, who would lay his
crutches chair, cling to post, and shout in his
native tongue "The report pleased! Brsky the white
haired veteran Wolsbach would announce that all
WE'LL that the past orders had been executed that the
health of the company continued excellent after which
he stood at salute.
"Then the days orders will be that all save the Ser
geant Wolsbach shall go fishing The General would
issue his orders for the day, with that lurking huor
Gus smile in his eyes, and Wolsbach perfectly serious
and sodiery would take two brisk steps forward, two
to the right, bout face and repeat the order in loud
voice. then bout face two steps to the left two steps
to the rear, and salute. from parade head Always
they shouted:
aLong live the Kaiser, the Fatherland, and the Herr
General Friedrich Bentz!" The last with hoarse
YELL and then parade dismissed.
1t varied from that formula, save when winter
came and then the ordered to skate to coast
to walk ten miles, whatever other occupation the
whimsical mind of the General might invent. 1t
varied in time Clocks might have been set by it, had
there been any wandering irresponsible clocks in the
hills in those early '7Os Discipline!
Also it came to be known that the General had not
desired large following; but that had been forced
upon him by the redoubtable of iron who believed
in mpressing nice little country like the United States
of America by so imposing show of men. At seven
fifteen the General could be found at Wosbach
lovingly nay reverently filled huge meerschaum pipe,
whose cords of Prussian coors in silk whose fine
plate of gold named its donors whose stem of cherry was
in Joints, and sometimes the Generals mind wavered
as to just the number of joints he wished in that STEM
Then it would be- zone more, Wolsbach," or Himmel!
Was list los? One less stem, Wolsbach!" After which
he would puff leisurely while smoke curled like incense
from that huge bowl, fragrant soothing obscurlng.
And so began the recuperation of General Fritz
spearhead from the heart of great bucker of
green and from its shores may be the vast and
noble range of hills, swarming topsyurvy round the
lake. Splendid guard it if they loved it, chang
ing costume with the season, ranging their fashions
from the tender green of spring to the brilliant reds of
and the said, unfurbeowed thnness of winter.
And on this island unattended by servant dwelt old
Henry Roth, he was known to all, even well as
the island known Roths Island. The island has
outlasto1 them ll,-from the Delaware Indians who
camped upon it, to the grim veteran and the frank
old German. A clubhouse defames it now, where in
nights may hear the sounds of viollns, and
the laughter of young voices and catch through the
of the young maidens and young in yachting
suits immaculate evening garb.
All the countryside knew Heinrich Roth the lovable
and old magnate who had been there before
and since the American War of Secession. And why
not? Was he not the most prosperous man in all the
mountains? Was he not the owner of the sugar mill,
that building down in the gorge, to which came
canalboats laden with cane smelling and fragrant
with the odors of that distant southland? What
journeys were suggested by that unfamiliar perfume!
What long travels lay between the brakes the hands of
black men, and this Northern spot of enterprise! When
the old post tavern had been converted into mill,
hadS shifted the road