The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1913-08-22

train. and took out his leld glass. Il
was cold on the upper deck, Int 81
| did not pay much attention to that Sc
was too busy watching the country IS
low.
He saw many interesting things
with his extremely powerful glass, but
at almost every town that they passed
he observed military maneuvers, not
withstanding the cold and deep snow,
"Oh, what a waste!" he thought, then
| retired into the large saloon, because
the wind had risen and was unpleas.
antly cold.
He sat down at the reading table
and looked through q number Of peri.
odicals. There he found pictures ot
almost all the monarchs and also .
very good picture OF Count von Wer.
denstein. Just below this picture wa
an article that did not speak very
highly Of this genius. The paper VA
ultra-socialistically inclined, and the
article pointed out the futility Of the
militarism of which the count was the
advocate.
The chevalier took out his little note.
| book and wrote the name Of the au.
thor there The paper was edited In
Berlin and he did not anticipate much
| trouble in finding Paul Ka1mar through
| the editorial Office.
The aero-train was half an hour late
on account of the high wind. but fnal
ly arrived.
The traveller took taxicab and ct
random told the chauffeur to drive to
the Metropole Hotel. It was one OF
the old-fashioned places left over from
the nineteenth century, but it was ex.
cellently equipped with all modern I'M
| prOvements.
The Chevalier di Leon did not stay
long in his rooms. but after a short
consultation with the clerk left the
hotel and mingled with the crowds on
the street.
The beautifully decorated stores
showed Christmas splendors and luz
uries. The ancient beauty OF the
town impressed him. At one end Of
the park stood magnificent eQues.
trian monument of colossal size The
horse was bounding forward; the face.
with upturned mustache and fierce eye
was familiar All the muses. Of art
and science were gathered about the
base In fantastic but expressive man
ner-but, in front OF them. holding the
most prominent position, was Marsl
The cheyalier shrugged his shoulders:
.It does seem that monarchism cannot
exist without the sword"
The palace guard marched by, q
company of the 221st infantry regi
ment. Their helmets glittered, they
wore grayish cuirasses, and carried
clumsy looking rifles; they had no
bayonets, but short pistols in their
belts. The music doomed in warlike
tones and the uniformed men marched
in stiff, unnaturally long steps The
chevalier shook his head again, and
turned sadly into side street
At the editorial rooms Of the Freus
Gedanken he gave his card to an al
tendant and asked to see Herr Paul
Kalmar. Are you poetf" the boy
asked inquisitively.
"No, indeed, not even an author. I"
This seemed to please the boy, who
hurried away; he soon came back with
a smile. Third door to the right"
The next moment Chevalier di Leon
stood before Herr Paul Kalmar, who
invited him to be seated. The ultra,
socialist was mild, calm giant with
very light brown hair, but his green
ish eyes held sparks Of courage and
logged determination.
The tall chevalier seemed to i'm
press him favorably, and he listened
| with quiet air.
IT have come from afar to see you.
Herr Kalmar. ] read your article
about Count Won Werdenstein, and al
have an idea that probably will in.
fluence the count to preach peace in.
stead of war. wish you would kindly
listen to me and give me your advice"
ri also am man who wants peace,
Chevalier di Leon, and will be glad
to discuss that theme with you; II you
| will give me few minutes time will
take you to the Cafe American and
we can talk and eat at the same time"
IT am sure it will please me very
much"
Half and hour later they were on
the balcony Of the famous Cafe Amer
lean In a cosy corner among the
palms and vines. &
The big German ordered an epicu-
rean lunch with Mosel wine: he list
ened attentively and ate with relish,
The chevaher's words seemed to meet
with his approval.
To prove my good will, to win his
influence, am willing to give him the
secret of gold manufacturing"
| These words were said so enthusiast.
tically that beautifully dressed won
an who sat at the neighboring table
looked up from her plate and eazed
at the bright-eyed chevalier.
| mot so loud, my dear man, not o
loud; even the walls have ears"
The advice came somewhat late, for
the woman already had noted the
chevalier's words, and now she
watched them from beneath her lons.
silky eyelashes, but It was In vain: she
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