East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1914-06-19

nihA hiiey -htIAntlHler nau urOppeu IN
the excitement, and he informed Mr..
Poopendyke that the whole party was
leaving at four for Dresden. l asked
particular about the young man, sir,
and he said they had the doctor in to
treat his stomach, sir, Immediately
after they got back to the hotel"
"His stomachf But l distinctly
struck him on the verso"
81 know, sir; but it seems that he
swallowed his cigarette
To my shame, joined Britton in a
roar of laughter. Afterwards l recall
ed, with something of shock, that it
was the first time / had ever heard my
valet laugh aioud. He appeared to be
in some distress over it himself, for he
tried to turn it off into violent fit of
coughing. He is such faithful, exem-
plary servant that made haste to
pound him on the back, fearing the
worst. could not get on at all with
out Britton. He promptly recovered.
81 beg pardon, SIR" said he "Will
You have your shave and tub now,
sirs"
Later on, somewhat refreshed and
relieved, / made my way to the little
balcony, first having issued numerous
orders and directions to the still stupe-
fled Schmicks, chief among which was
an inflexible command to keep the
gates locked against all comers. The
sun was shining brightly over the
western hills, and the sky was clear
and blue. The hour was five / found
on consulting my watch. Naturally my
first impulse was to glance up at the
still loftier balcony in the east wing.
1t was empty. There was nothing in
the grim, formidable prospect to war.
rant the impression that any one dpeit
behind those dismantled windows, and
experienced the vague feeling that
perhaps it had been a dream after all.
| Far below at the foot Of the shaggy
leliff ran the historic Donau, serene and
muddy, all rhythmic testimonials to the
contrary. With something of a shud-
der I computed the distance from my
leerie perch to the rocks at the bottom
lof the cliff. Five hundred feet, at
lleast; an impregnable wall of nature
surmounted by now rank and obsolete
obstruction built by the hand of man i;
la fortress that defied the legions of
old but today would afford no more
than brief and even desultory target
pratiee for n smart battery. To scale
the cliff, however, would be an impos-
sibility for the most resourceful general
in the world. All about me were tur-
rets and minarets, defeated by the an
lcient and impIacable foe-Time. Shat
tered crests of towers hung above me,
lgrey and iorbidding, We. without men
ace save in their senile prerogative to
: collapse without warning. Tiny win
dows marked the face of my still sturdy
: walls, like 50 many pits left by small
, lpox, and from these in the good old
feudal days hundred marksmen had
+ thrust their thunderous blunderbusses
to clear the river of vain-glorious foes
: From the scalIoped bastions cross-bow
, men of even darker ages had shot theil
random bolts; while in the inches Of
lower walls futile pikemen waited fol
: the impossible to happen-the scaling
a of the cliff
81 Friend and foe alike came to tn,
e back door of Sehloss Rothhoefen, ant
e there found welcome OF stubborn OBJ
n stacles thai laughed at time and lock
: smiths; monstrous gates that still wer'
b enough to defy a mighty force. Their
Q was my great Gtone-paved courtyard
T thanked on all sides by disintegratin,
: buildings once occupied by serfs ant
8 fighting men; the stables in whicl
8 lchargers and beasts of burden had slep
iside by side until called by the night
i work or the days work, as war o
It peace prescribed, ranged close by Ia
lgates that opened upon the steep, wind
70 ing roadway that now dismayed al
It modern steeds save the conquering as:
3 Here too were the remains of a one
d noble garden, and here were tn
lgranaries and the storehouses.
~ Far below mo were the dungeon,
le with dead men g bones on their drippin
a. ifloors: and somewhere in the heart O