Cresco plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1913-1945, 1913-12-19

away the last QOuT0 OF Ms l110 0y
his f1reside and dreaming Of ancient
triumphs. and men and events that
have long since been translated into
history. He lives at Hofberg, 1t his
hunting lodge, perpetually; he has to
all intents and purposes abdiceted;
and all that you read Of his activities
is fiction. Nevertheless, he is the
most important factor and the most
venerated figure in Austria today.
But the movement Of democracy,
that fatal error of our times, has en-.
veloped Austria in its octopus-like ten.
tacles. Socialism and the spirit of
national separation have infected the
soldiers-even the officers Of the vi
emma garrison. They plan to split
up Austria into her original provinces.
Think what that means. Paul Lane!
Austria wiped of the map, a series
Of republican states in place Of her,
and monarchy will have received q
wound at it's heart. This must not
be. The League has said it shall not
be. But the League has been pro.
scribed in many countries; it cannot
meet as an entity again; none dares
interfere. And four nights from to-
night, on st. Bartholomew eve. the
coup will take place.
"stepan and his aides, the officers
Of the Vienna garrison, who have been
selected from among the Croats.
Serbs, Ruthenians and other non-Ger-
man elements of the empire, have
planned, fifty Of them, to seize his
majesty in his castle at Hofberg on
that evening. There are none there
but the Imperial Guard and a
host of timorous flunkeys. My uncle
will be compelled to sign his abdica-
ton, and a republic will be declared
under the presidency Of Stepan,
There will be none to offer resistance.
There seems nothing to hinder the
carrying out Of the plan. I learned
this from the lips of Stepan himself
when he came to me in my prison to
offer me his hand again, Dragging Of
his approaching greatness"
What are we to do?" asked Paul.
II shall seek out the emperor, stop
his carriage and throw myself upon
his mercy" said the princess. Once
in his castle, l can make arrange.
ments, summon the loyal element to
his aid, bring nome to him the mean.
ing of the conspiracy. But had I at.
tempted to reach him when flying
from my prison should have been
captured and detained. want mere
ly one who will defend me, Monsieur
Lane, till can see my uncle and
throw myself into his arms. We must
intercept him as he is driving in his
park, and make ourselves know2 to
him"
In ten minutes she had elaborated
her scheme. They set out for Vienna
on the next day, travelling as lady
and her groom. On the third morn
ing they descended from the train at
the central station of Vienna, and
that afternoon saw them in the vi
cinity of the castle of Hofberg.
HE takes his drive at four, after
the heat of the day is over,' said
Paul's companion. "See, they are
bringing up his barouche to the cas-
tie gate. Only two outriders and one
of his six attendant officers will &C.
company him. He drives round the
park; we can intercept him at the
Faun's bridge. Comet"
Hand in hand they struck out
through the underground Of the leafy
forest, running like two children.
At last they emerged upon q rustic
bridge, built Of hewn trunks, just as q
little cloud Of white in the distance
betrayed the approach of the emper-
or's Carriage. The princess motion.
ed Paul back into the underground.
Come when I call, whether for aid
or to present you to his majesty"
she said, and stepped forward into the
middle of the road. The carriage roll
ed slowly on. In it, as it rounded a
bend in the forest path, Paul could
see a young officer, seated bolt up
right, with folded arms, and at his
side the aged emperor, his white
beard sunk on his breast, his head
beut forward. He was nodding, dream
ing his old life away. Suddenly the
coachman saw the princess, the horses
swerved, stopped, snorting; the out
riders sprang to the ground, the young
officer stood up, hand upon holster
But Princess Clothilde was already
within the carriage and at the emper
or's knees.
Uncle! Uncle Franz" she cried
embracing him in tears.
The old man stirred, and the
dreams of his half-forgotten youth
vanished as his eyes opened. He start
ed slightly, for he had thought him
self back upon the battlefields of sixty
years ago, fighting the rebel Magyars
a young man, full Of the pride Of life;
and here he was a greybeard, noddine
in the carriage within his park Of
Hofberg.
His eyes fell upon the princess
whom the young officer, recognizing
had discreetly abstained from order
ing away. The old man raised her IL
his arms