Cheyenne record., 1914-04-02

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:
1T does seem that monarchism cannot
exist without the sword"
The palace guard marched by.
company of the 221st infantry regi
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 doomed In warlike
tones and the uniformed men marched
in stiff, unnaturally long steps, The
chevalier shook his head again. and
turned sadly into 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 poet?" the boy
asked lnquisitively.
mo. indeed, not even an author"
This seemed to please the boy. who
hurried away; he soon came back with
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
dogged determination.
The tall chevalier seemed to i'm
press him favorably. and he listened
with a quiet air.
Il have come from afar to see you.
Herr Kalmar. read your article
about Count Won Werdenstein. and az
have an idea that probably will in
fuence the count to preach peace in
stead of war. wish you would kindly
listen to me and give me your advice"
II also am a man who wants peace.
Chevalier di Leon. and I will be glad
| to discuss that theme with you; II you
will give me a few minutes time will
take you to the Cafe American and
we can talk and eat at the same time"
II am sure it will please me very
much"
Half and hour later they were on
the balcony OF the famous Cafe Amer
ican In cosy corner among the
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.
ITO 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 beautifully dressed WON.
an who sat at the neighboring table
looked up from her plate and eazed
at the bright-eyed chevalier.
Not so loud. my dear man. not SO
loud, even the walls have ears"
The advice came somewhat late. for
the woman already had noted the
chevalier's words, and now she
watched them from beneath her long.
silky eyelashes. but it was in vain; she
could not hear another word.
After the long lunch Herr Kalmar
and the chevalier entered a taxicab.
ITO the palace Of the honorable
chancellor, Count Won Werdenstein." 3"
thundered Kalmar in the ear of the
taxi driven
Mr.. Kalmar seemed to know how to
reach his excellency. the iron-handed
chancellor, as a gorgeously liveried
attendant soon conducted them into
the presence of the man they sought.
Chevalier di Leon stopped for mo.
ment when he beheld the man whose
face he had seen only in print; he
stopped with a trace OF caution in his
manner.
(TO BE CoNTINUEDl
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