The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-10-20

IAeLn ana Lne sun, ana they lOOkeu up to see the aeroplane that had fired the last shot.
 shall we5sigpalT;, came aq mega
 ."Three bombs they answered to- gether.
 Where do they come from F asked the megaphone.
 1 The three sharpshooters looked at each other and then moved toward the dead men, One of them had an idea issSfgnal that first" he said, while we look" They were joined by their avi- ators for the search, and all six men began hunt that was necessarily brutal in its haste for some indication of identity They examined the naen's pockets, their bIoodstained clothes, the machine the framework They turn ed the bodies over and ffiung them aside. There was not tattoo mark. Everything was e1aborately free of ! any indication of it's origin. sHe can't find outP' they called at last
 ..Not sign9
 Mot a sign.''
 tFm coming down. said the man overhead.
 The Slavic fox stood upon a nastal balcony in his picturesque art nou- 1veau palace that gave upon the preci- pice that overhung his bright little capital, and beside him stood Pesto- witch, grizzled and cunning ana now full of an i'll suppressed excitement Behind them the window opened into a large room richly decorated in alu- minimum and crimson enamel across which the king, as he glanced ever and again over his shoulder with a gesture Of inquiry, could see through the two open doors of little azure walled an- techamber the wireless operator in the turret working at his incessant tran- scription. Two pompously uniformed messengers waited nst1essly h this apartment The room was fi4Enis1ed with a stately dignity and had in the middle of it a big green baize covered table with the massive whiteA metal inkpots and anticipated sand boxes natural to a new but romantic mon arcfy. 1t was the kings council chamber, and about it now in atti- tudes of suspended intrigue stood the half dozen ministers who constitutsd his cabinet They had been summon ed for 12 o'clock, but still at half past 12 the king loitered in the balcony and seemed to be waiting for some news that did not come.
 The king and his minister had talked at first in whispers; they had fallen si- lent for they found little now to ex- press except a vague anxiety. Away there on the mountain side were the white metal roofs of the long farm buildings. beneath which the bomb factory and the bombs were hidden (The chemist who had made all these for the king had died suddenly after the declaration of BEissagol Nobody knew of that store of mischiaf npv1 but the king and his adviser and thEse heavily faithful attendantsi the aTts ators who waited now in the midday blaze with their bomb carrying mas chimes and their passenger bomb ffrowers fn the exercising grounds pE the motor cycIist barracks below vera, still in ignorance of the position oG the ammunition they were presently to take up. It was time they started Z if the scheme was to work as Pesto+ witch had planned it. It was mag aificent plan It aimed at no less than the empire of the world The government of idealfsts and prpfessorl away there at Brissago was to be blown to fragments. and then east west. north and south those aeroplaneE would go swaTming over a world thac had disarmed itself to proclaim B'ert dinand Charles, the new Caesar the master, lord of the earth.
 It, was a magnificent plan. But the tension of this waiting for news Of the success of the first blow Was-eonsios erable.
 The Slavic fox was of paIl1d fair ness, he had remarkably long nose a thick, short mustache and small blUs eyes that were a little too near tos gether to be pleasant. It was hil habit to worry his mustache with short, nervous tugs whenever his rest less mind troubled him, and now thin emotion was becoming so incessant that it irked Pestovitch beyond tho limits of endurance.
 q will gog' said the minister. 'an1 see what the trouble is with the wire less. They give ds nothing, good O. bad''
 Left to himself, the king could Worrg his mustache without stint He leaned his elbows forward on the balcony and gave both of bis long white hands u the work, so that he looked like . pail dog gnawing a bone. Suppose the3 caught his men, what should he dol Suppose they caught his men2 The CLOCKS ID tue 14SAls Bp4U S4kA9, belfries of the town below present. Intimated the half hour after middass
 Of course he and Pestovitch hs. thought it out. Even if they hal caught those men they were pledgei to secrecy. Probably they would b
 killed in the catching. One could deni
 anyhow. deny and deny.
 And then he became aware of hal
 a dozen little shining speeks very higl
 in the blue
 Pestovitch came out to him presentlI
 sThe government messages, sire, haH
 all dropped into cypher," be said.
 have set a man.
 ITO Re continued.O