The Idaho Republican. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1904-1932, 1914-10-02

est war mankind has ever known
has put on speed and saved the royal
pair. Destiny has decided that 1t If
not at 1910 in the morning that the
archduke shall die, but at 1910 and
that not a typographer's bomb but a
high school boys hand shall cut the
rope from which hangs over the preci.
pice of war the worlds civilization
and peace. The car speeds on. The
archduke is annoyed. When he
reaches the town hall he says to the
mayor, who has made a speech OF
welcome. These speeches are all
right, but what about bombs? You
say I'm welcome in Serajevo, but
they throw bombs at me here" The
mayor looks worried, but job is too
small for a mayor. Even kings,
working all together and all the
statesmen of the earth, with the gold
of all the world behind them, won't
be able to handle the jog that the lit
tie mayor of Serajevo is puckering his
brows about. He telephones to the
police to renew their vigilance. What
can the little police force of Sera-
jevo do in this affair? It's matter
for the greatest armies the world has
ever seen to decide.
Changed His Route
''I'll return to the depot by an out
of-the-way route" says the archduke,
smiling. He's accustomed to attempts
at assassination members of his own
family have been killed in that way
and he thinks change in his route
will out-trick any other attempt. go
down the Apple quay, along the
water front" is the order given to
the chauffeur. He's a good chauf-
feur; only u little while before he
has helped save the archduke's life
by speeding up at just the right one
millionth of second. 1--WE want to
go to the hospital to see those who
were injured in the bomb explosion, "
says the duke suddenly. The chauf-
f9ur doesn't know the town well. He
should have continued along the
water front. But he makes mis-
take. One little turn of his steering
wheel and the car is in q side street.
Gets the Target
Look, Europe! Look, all Human
ity. Turn your eyes from the affairs
of the churches where you ere wor
shipping this Sunday morning or stop
your Sunday-holiday playiny and
watch and listen" That's the way
an orator or historian might de-
scribe this moment a hundred years
from now. Just an ordinary chauf-
feur has made an ordinary mistake.
The side street is roughly paved.
The car must go slowly. The street
is narrow. Garbiel Prinzip stands
there. Just as if destiny itself had
it's hand on the wrist of the auto
driver, the car slows up as it nears
prinzip. Here they are, few feet
apart, the revolver and the target. An
memorable fate has brought them to-
gether in this side street. The target
seems to be only man, an archduke.
But it isn't. The real target is that
slender thread from which hangs
over the precipice of War-all that
civilization has gained through CEN
turtles of upward struggle. The finger
of the high school boy assassin moves
less than half an inch. The bullet
flies. 1t enters the archduke's head
and kills him. 1t also killed the peace
of Europe, but the kings and cars
and emperors Of Europe don't know
it-yet. All of them feel sorry for
the little children who are left Or
phans in the palace at Vienna. En-
peror William of Germany and his
wife, telegraph to the little children,
1--WE can scarcely find words to ex-
press to you children how our hearts
bleed. To have spent such happy
hours with you and your parents only
two weeks ago and now to think that
you are plunged into this immeasur-
able sorrow"
The emperor didn't know then that
a million times four children probably
would be plunged into Unreasonable
grief before the ecect of the fight of
that one lead bullet had died away.
NEUTRALS CANNOT
WHOLLY ESCAPE