Williams news., 1914-04-23

The cfe1aTIer selected . place where he was able to see both sides of the train, and took out his field glass. It was cold on the upper deck, but he did not pay much attention to that; he was too busy watching the country be- low.
 He saw many interesting things with his extremely powerful glass, but at almost every town that they passed he observed military maneuvers. not withstanding the cold and deep snow. "Oh, what a waste!" he thought, then retired into the large saloon, because the wind had risen and was unpleas- antly cold.
 He sat down at the reading table and looked through 8 number of peri odicals. There he found pictures of almost all the monarchs and also very good picture of Count von Wer- denstein. Just below this picture was an article that did not speak very highly of this genius. The paper was ultra-socialistically inclined. and the article pointed out the futility of the mifitarism of which the count was the advocate.
 The chevalier took out his little note book and wrote the name of the au- thor there. The paper was edited in Berlin and he did not anticipate much trouble in finding Paul Kalmar through the editorial office.
 The aero-train was half an hour late on account of the high wind, but final ly arrived.
 The traveller took taxicab and at random told the chauffeur to drive to the Metropole Hotel. It was one of the old-fashioned places left over from the nineteenth century, but 1t was ex- cellently equipped with all modern i'm. provements.
 The Chevalier di Leon did not stay long in his rooms, but after short consultation with the clerk left the hotel and mingled with the crowds on the street.
 The beautifully decorated stores showed Christmas splendors and lux uries. The ancient beauty ot the town impressed him. At one end of the park stood magnificent eaues- trian monument of colossal size, The horse was bounding forward; the face. with upturned mustache and fierce eye was familiar. All the muses of art and science were gathered about the base in fantastic but expressive man. ner-but, in front of them. holding the most prominent position, was Mars! The chevalier shrugged his shoulders: Tt does seem that monarchism cannot exist without the sword"
 The palace guard marched by. . company of the 221st infantry regt ment Their helmets glittered. they wore grayish cuirasses, and carried clumsy looking rifles; they had no bayonets, but short pistols in their belts. The music boomed in warlike tones and the uniformed men marched in stiff. unnaturally long steps. The chevalier shook his head again. and turned sadly into a side street. At the editorial rooms of the Freue Gedanken he gave, his card to an at- tendant and asked to see Herr Paul Kalmar. Are you a poet?" the boy asked inquisitively
 "No, indeed, not even an author" !"
 This seemed to please the boy, who hurried away; he soon came back with a smile. Third door to the right" The next moment Chevalier di Leon stood before Herr Paul Kalmar, who | invited him to be seated. The ultra socialist was mild, calm giant with very light brown hair, but his green ish eyes held sparks of courage and l dogged determination.
 The tall chevalier seemed to i'm l fo ha 1icto | with a quiet air.
 q have come from afar to see you, Herr Kalmar. I read your article about Count von Werdenstein, and as have an idea that probably will in. fuence the count to preach peace in stead of war, I wish you would kindly listen to me and give me your advice ' q also am a man who wants peace, Chevalier di Leon, and will be glad to discuss that theme with you; if you will give me few minutes time will take you to the Cafe American and we can talk and eat at the same time" | "I am sure it will please me very much"
 Half and hour later they were on the balcony of the famous Cafe Amer | lcdn III COSy COTucT duOuS Iue palms and vines.
 | The big German ordered an epicu rean lunch with Mosel wine; he list, ened attentively and ate with relish The chevalier's words seemed to meet with his approval.
 "To prove my good will, to win his influence, I am willing to give him the secret of gold manufacturing"
 These words were said so enthusias- tically that a beautifully dressed wom. an who sat at the neighboring table looked up from her plate and gazed at the bright-eyed chevalier.
 Not so loud, my dear man, not SC loud; even the walls have ears.''
 The advice came somewhat late. for the woman already had noted the chevalier's words, and now she