The Washington times., 1914-09-21
BULLET SPEEDS AROUND WORLD.

I 1910 in the morning that the archduke
shall die. but at 10:40 and that not a
typographer's bomb. but a high schoo
boys hand shall cut the rope from
which hangs-over the precipice 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 vel
come: These speeches are all right,
welcome In Serajevo. but they throw
bombs at me here" The mayor looks
worried. but the lob is too big for a
mayor. Even kings. working all to-
gether, and all the statesmen Of :he
earth. with the gold of all the world
behind them. won't be able to handle
the job that the little mayor Of Serajevo
Is puckerings his b-ows about He tele-
phones to the police to renew their
vigilance. What can the little police
a matter for the greatest armies the
world has ever seen to decide.
I'll return to the depot by an out-cf-
the-way route says the archduke.
smiling. He's accustomed to attempts
at assassination; members Of his OWN
and he thinks a change in his route
will outtrick any other attempt. Go
down the Appel quay. along the water
front" Is the order given to the chauf-
feur. He's good chauffeur: only a
little while before he has helped save
just the right one-millionth Of a second
I'VE want to go to the hospital to see
those who were injured In the bomb eN-
plosion," says the duke suddenly. The
chauffeur doesn't know the town well.
He should have continued along the
water front. But he makes mistake.
One little turn OF his steering wheel
and the car is in side street
Look, Europe, Look, all humanity!
Turn your eyes from the affairs of tho
churches. where you are worshipins
this Sunday morning or stop your Sum
day holiday playing and watch and
listen"
That's the way an orator or a his
hundred years from now. Just an or
dinary chauffeur has made an ordinary
mistake. The side street Is roughly
paved. The car must go slowly. The
street is narrow. Gabriel Prinzip stands
there
Just as II destiny itself had its hand
on the wrist Of the automobile driver,
the car slows up as It nears Prfnzip.
Here they are, A few feet apart. the
revolver and the target An fnexorable
fate has brought them together In this
side street. The target seems to be
only a man. an archduke. But 1t isn't
The REAL target is that slender thread
from which hanGs-over the precipice
OF war-all that civilization has gained
through centuries of upward struggle
The finger of the high school boy as
sassin moves less than half an inch
The bullet flies. It enters the arch
dukes head and kills him. 1t also
killed the peace Of Europe. but the
kings and czars and emperors OF
Europe don't know it-yet. All of them
feel sorry for the little children who
are left orphans in the palace at VI
emma. Emperor William of Germany
and his wife telegraph to the little
children. I'VE can scarcely find words
to express 20 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 immeasurable
SORROW
The Emperor didn't know then that
million times four children probably
would he plunged into immeasurabl BILE
grief before the effect of the flight of
that one lead bullet had died away.