The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-04-14

see, gentlemen, right IS might. Even this American couldn't stand to see you all ruined-''
 Fastening to Hawthorne's side, ! Irma pleaded:
 l "Ten me! Please, please tell mel! What does it all mean?''
 'tJust waitv' whispered Hawthorne at the same time concealing with some difficulty a very good laugh. "Bravor' shouted Radu1ski,. only to | find that the crowd didn't seem to be so strongly i'm favor of abdfcation now 1 that the millionaire was displaying such cordial good feeling toward the present ruler.
 Just then itsdawned upon the prince that perhaps the American was plan ming a little scheme whereby he could euchre both the king and himself.
 'Gentlemen,' said the prince, again walking to the front in an effort to re- tain that power which he had held over the mob, but which he felt slow Iy ebbing away from him, don't be fooled by this young upstart'-
 Groans greeted this announcement stand how any man with money could be an upstart.
 'There is a wicked plan afoot here,''
 
 get the attention of the crowd. ''This intruder has come here with a paltry sum of money, and he wants to be die tator of the country. He has inveigled himself into the good graces of your poor weak king by telling him that he would see him through the revolution"
 ''Is that right. your majesty?' de manded one of the leaders of the crowd.
 The king did not answer. Irma was about to do so when her father bid her be silent
 He'd have the king abdicate, would he? Yes! And then he'd take the throne, and after he had milked the country dry he'd take up his little car pet bag and go home. In case the country proved prosperous he would turn it over to the United States, and they'd milk you dry with taxes-''
 Once more the tide was turning, but this time it was going back to the l prince.
 Down with himP' shouted a voice 1 in the crowd.
 "Not so hasty,'' said Hawthorne. | ''You want ready money, don't you? | Whether I want to be dictator or not | we can settle at some other time. | Your troops want money.''
 NYes, yesr' came from the soldiers.
 F'Wel1, I'll give it to you. Step up, | soldiers, and get yours first"
 Once more the prince injected him. self into the situation.
 "ATen, be calm. Are you going to be | gold br1cked? Do you imagine that any man is going to carry around real mon ey like that?" pointing to the satchel- full that Blake had brought in. "'Why, those are medals they gave away at fair over in his home country a couple of years ago. They look good but are counterfeit
 Medals, eh,'' said Hawthorne. 'FWell, you'll find that you can get pretty near any place if you have enough of those medals"
 "Men, appoint committee. Let him give you one or two pieces that you may pick right out of that satcheI and take 1t down to the hotel, where we'll have a committee of three Americans examine the coins and state whether they are genuine or not"
 "Agreedr' said Hawthorne.
 The mob quickly decided upon its own committee. Hawthorne readily turned over several coins to them.
 The prince was not an easy man to outwit, and he proposed to have Amer jeans that he knew on that committee at any risk Then he remembered that he still had in jail the two English men whom Re had arrested for their