The Birmingham age-herald., 1913-08-03

Slowly, strand by strand, the hair got busy
the Uranium of the traveller.
"Got to swng?" he asked softly to himself. And
then If he, himself because of the curtain, in
danger of the gallows, hastily began tossing his
vestments into the gloomy recesses of travelling bag
The job complete he threw the suit from the
easement broad He next tied together half dozen
sheets with blanket or two, and silently downward
scaled the red brick wall. Reaching earth he looked
about him. and noting that all well he pulled his
German cap across of his weather eye and
made off through the darkness Behind terror fol-
lowed To the fore there stalked cold horror. He
FASTENED his steps and skmmng along like
a fleecy cloud in the teeth of the chilly blast. He
caught train found berth, and through the window
gazed upon the fickering plumes of night No
thought of poor Legarde, left alone to defend his
honor, and the honor of his country! He simply real
lied that that gaunt gaows at each revolution of the
driving wheel further and further to the
And he thought he smiled.
And the faithful Legarde, alone in his chamber,
was full of peace And then the dream He
found himself in the midst of well fed German youths,
each young giant, and each more terrible in his
ger than the other. They were shouting concerning
curtain which had been destroyed by careless and
snobbish Americans, and demanding more money
than lies concealed in the strong box of a Rookie
feller They threatened him with dire vengeance
unless he came across" He opened his mouth to cry
for Kby and in the midst of frantic effort to artic
smile, but he couldn't. His body chilled with
cold sweat So he dressed, and through the semi
darkness of the spacious corridors felt his way to the
room of Kilby. He knocked, and meeting with no
response opened the door He touched the button
and lights fared up. No Kilby! There every
hand unmistakable evidence of his erstwhile COM
panions hasty preparation for flight He felt him.
self fill inch by inch with funing wrath in that he
had been deserted. And then the wrath subsided in
the presence of chilling fear. Instantly the lights
were extnguished. Quietly softly, lest his silent
tread might disturb the sumbers of the snoring
guard he returned along the dm-lit corridors to his
own There he tossed his clothing into bag,
descended his compatriots had descended, scamp
cred to the station and caught train. In his berth
he breathed again with comfort No thought of the
. landlord left behind! No thought of that honor he
had at first defended. Instead he pushed his face
through the drapery of his couch and urged the
insist speed. And again he shouted:
"Put me off at old Lucerne"
The Four Come Together
On the following morning Mr. Ward reached Lu-
cerne. There he introduced to Charles White
hill a baritone singer, whose home is in Iowa. The
two instantly became boon companions, and Mr..
Ward not believing that he had sold his reputation
for song, Omar has it, proceeded to tell the story
of the plight of Kilby and Legarde.
But before the completion of the tale in walked
Kilby At the sight Of Ward he doubled up in merri-
ment thinking of the plight of Legarde Explanations
then followed, and jocund jest held undsputed
Hours passed Whtehill finally agreed to sing song
and would have sung 1t but for fact that in the
doorway stood Legarde. The arrival could not
control his laughter. He satisfied not only in
that he had played joke his desertng compan-
ions but had also outwitted mine host"
The Memory Is Sweet
1t cannot be accurately stated how each explained
himself to the other But it is known that they
peted their tour of Europe and fast friends
in the bosons of their respective people. And yet
mention Weisbaden to either of them and the picture
of that fat landlord, pleading remuneration for
his ruined curtain, wringing his hands and gazing up
ward as If in mute despair looms into view. And
OF them, with the host still in mind will recite:
Il never saw man who looked
With such wistful eve
Upon that little tent of blue
Which prisoners call the sky,
And at each wandering cloud that trailed