The Huttig news., 1913-06-14
CHAPTER w.
EurODo.
Golden Cat

Europe.
 The Zugspitze is the highest peak in Germany; it belongs to the Alps and panorama can be seen from the perpetually snow-eovered summit that is worth while. At the foot of this giant is the town of Partenkirchen. a great place for tourists, but since the isolation of the American continent the number of visitors has dimin- ished somewhat.
 One crisp December morning a tall young man on skis slid down from one of the snow-eovered side hills of the Zugspitze. He wore an Alpine cos tune and carried on his back the usual satchel of the mountain climber. The sack evidently was heavy, yet hs carried it easily
 The early sportsman stopped for a second or two just about the Tirolean and Bavarian border. After a short meditation, he started forward. and with the agility of master of the sport slid downward, jumping down steep slopes, and soon landed in the valley. He took peculiar field glass from his knapsack and directed it toward the great peak, moving it un- til he found spot that looked to the unaided eye like a red dot on the mountain side. It was the deserted castle of the great Prince Luipoid, once reigning prince of the kingdom of Bavaria
 E When he had focused the glass. he saw round. ruddy checked man rub ping his hands vigorously.
 ..It must be somewhat cool there," smiled the sportsman.
 He drew red handkerchief ard made some circular movements in the air with the futtering linen. always watching through his glass Then. with satisfied expression. he placed the glass and kerchief in their respec- tive places and started toward the town.
 The narrow, winding streets were almost deserted and he used his skis even through the town
 There were several hotels around the square; the Golden Eagle and the Red Star were the most promising looking, and he selected the latter. Unfastening the straps Of the skis, he cast them over his shoulder and entered the famous old hotel
 At the sound of the strangers foot steps in the hall a big. white-aproned man, whose head was covered with Turkish fez, appeared in the door way a nf hn hol in, ;r,l,t hand he held murderous looking knife and in the left fork. He greeted the newcomer with great re- spect; it was surprising to see guest at this time of the year. The man of the skis leaned his knapsack aud the skis against the wall and said. "Guten morgen. Herr Wirth!"
 The big German threw fork and knife on table and rubbing his hands on his apron to remove the grease. took the strangers sack and carried 1t into the office. There he put long. official blank of reporting paper he fore him. together with pen and ink.
 It took long time for the stranger to fill out all the somewhat imanr ! ueut uucStlOiS, bul dt ldSl It WAS I5l5. On the last line he wrote in lars~ round characters the name:
 "Cheyalier Sonapo E al Leon."
 What can I do for you. chevalier?" asked the hotel-keeper. who had used the time to remove his apron and put on a clean coat.
 First of all, want some break fast, then room. as l would like to spend few days here."
 The hosts face shone with pleasure and he led his guest into the small dining-room.
 The chevalier's eyes wandered around searchinely: they seemed to penetrate into every nook and corner.
 The host returned. followed by a girl who put a snow-white cover on one of the tables, then steaming hot rolls were brought in with coffee, but ter, honey and some eggs.
 The chevalier ate heartily; the early morning exercise had given him a splendid appetite. When he had fin- ished, the host offered him some ci- gars, but he smilingly refused. assur- ing him that he never used them.
 ''They are real Saharan, chevalier."
 "Saharan? Is that new brand?"
 Not exactly; we have had 1t for ten years. ever since the successful ir- rioatiOn Of the desert I understand