Tensas gazette. [volume] (St. Joseph, La.) 1886-current, 1915-11-26

tlOuS lutruQeQ themselves upon my
consciousness. Had the two cousins
gone on the same train? Would theil
likeness not have become apparent Il
all? II had slept little the night be
fore l slept not at all that night. and
watched the dawn come up across the
Bosnian plains with haggard eyes un
til at last we pulled into Sarajevo.
The little town was gay with bunt
ing. Flags futtered from all the
buildings. Evidently the archduke and
the duchess had arrived. But the von
Behring's? That question only M
Pasich could answer. found Bosnai
street and located his house by the
aid of friendly policeman who had q
few words Of German. It was fes
TONED with flags and flowers. The
doors stood wide open. A servant ad
mitted me without . question, and
presently I found myself before my
host. a keen-eyed. bearded gentleman
Of middle age, who scanned my card
inquiringly. then looked at me. and
broke into an unintelligible jargon
which was totally incomprehensible to
me.
l tried him In French and German
without avail. And I was sure that
he had received no communication
concerning me. and had no idea who !
was or what my business was.
He offered me wine and cigars, ex.
cused himself and left me.
Suddenly, far away, I heard the
music of q band. M. Pasich came
back and began to speak. do
not know what he said, for at that
moment the band stopped playing and,
In place Of 1t, confused clamor arose.
Suddenly the whole town seemed to
60 mad. Men rushed along the streets,
screaming in Servian, Croat, and Ian.
guages that resembled the below of
beasts. My host ran from his house,
followed by half his ret1nue, I in their
wake. forgotten. Far up the street I
saw soldiers on horseback. galloping,
and, behind them. q running, raving
mob. surrounding q carriage. Joined
the stream that surged toward them.
We met the oncoming mob a. two
tides meet. Instantly the street was
jammed, the rearing horses. unable
to proceed. stood like rocks dashed by
whirlpools. The carriage halted.
I saw bloodstains upon the cush.
ions. ! saw q dead man propped
against them, and the body of q yelled
woman bowed over his own. The az.
sassins' shots had found their bullets
too well: there was no need to listen
to the death-wail Of the multitude.
My friend the aide was staggered
when we met at the funeral ceremon.
les in Vienna. He glared at NE and
clapped his hand upon his sword:
then, with q violent effort at self-con.
troll. he passed a. though we had
never met before. Yet, knowing the
impulsive nature of the Viennese.
know that some day. II ever we meet
again, we will discuss the matter and
understand each other.
Here Is my view: That the arch
duke, fearful even Of his best-trusted
friends, had sent q spy to follow me
home from the palace who had seer
me in brief conversation with the spy
Macchio. and had reported the incident
Franz Ferdinand. growing alarmed
and believing me in the pay of his
enemies, had instructed his aide moi
to call for me. and had sent no mes.
sage to M. Pasich at Sarajevo.
Furthermore. at the last moment. he
had changed his plans. He had re
NAMED quietly in Vienna and had sent
his cousin. whom l shall call Won
Behring still. together with his wife
to read his speech at the town hall
By the time the train reached Sara,
jevo he was already in flight, with the
duchess Of Hohenberg. to some I'M
known destination.
Perhaps the intrigues against which
he had fought 80 long had at last
shattered his nerves and made him re
solve on shaking OF the burden Of his
inheritance without delay. Perhaps
my little friend had managed to CON.
vey to him some supreme warning
which he had needed for his wife'a
sake. unnerved By my supposed do
lection.
Certainly the spy. Macchio had done
his work too well.
And somewhere IN the world. am
convinced. Franz Ferdinand and hid
wife, freed from the cares Of state
are living a. they have long wanted
to live, unknown. absorbed In their
domestic life. to be rejoined later By
their children.
Because the faces that I saw n the
cofllns at the solemn service In Vienna
were those Of the man and woman
whom ! must still call By tho name
Won Behring