Williams news., 1914-04-23
CHAPTER w.
Europe.


 in Germany; 1t belongs to the Alps and panorama can be seen from the perpetually snow-covered 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 dim1n- ished somewhat
 . One crisp December morning tall young man on skis slid down from one of the snow-covered 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 he carried it easily.
 The early sportsman stopped for 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 a 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 Luipold, once reigning prince of the kingdom of Bavaria
 When he had focused the glass, he saw a round, ruddy checked man rub ping his hands vigorously.
 Tt must be somewhat cool there" smiled the sportsman.
 He drew a red handkerchief and made some circular movements in the air with the fiuttering linen, always watching through his glass. Then, with a 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 skiis 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 big, white-aproned man, whose head was covered with a Turkish fez, appeared in the doorway at the end of the hall; in his right hand he held a murderous looking knife and in the left fork He greeted the newcomer with great re- epect; it was ssrprising to see guest at this time of the year. The man of the skis leaned his knapsack and 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 it into the offfee. There he put a long, official blank of reporting paper be- fore him, together with pen and ink
 It took a long time for the stranger to fill out all the somewhat imperti- nent questions, but at last it was done. On the last line he wrote in large, round characters the name:
 "Chevalier Sonapo E di Leon."
 What can I do for you, chevalier?' asked the hotelkeeper. who had used 4 the time to remove his apron and put on a clean coat
 First of all, I want some break fast, then a room, as I would like to spend a 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 searchingly; they seemed tc penetrate into every nook and corner
 The host returned, followed by 8 , 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 Aorning exercise had given him {