The Ely miner., 1915-11-19

mics hands that night. I was not a
hundred yards from the palace en-
trance when felt that was being fol-
lowed. l swung round to see the face
of the spy Macchio peering at me
through the fog of the night.
We'll, sir?" / demanded.
Il beg your pardon" he mumbled. T
thought you were friend of mine"
"And now that you are satisfied
am not, perhaps you will kindly take
yourself off," l answered
The fellow skunk away. He did not
follow me to my hotel, to the best of
my belief. But when | was at last in
my room cold reaction came over
me-
must have slept more soundly to-
ward morning, for l started up at
length to find that it was half-past
eight. l dressed with haste and went
down. Nobody had called for me. l
ate hasty breakfast and waited. The
aide did not appear. Ten o'clock came,
then eleven. Twelve struck. l was
now thoroughly alarmed. Had the aide
gone to the wrong hotel? l hurried
round to Won Behring's lodgings, to
learn that he and his wife had driven
to the railroad station at half-past
eight.
My fears deepened. Surely the aide
must have blundered When l discov-
cred at the station that there were no
signs of the royal party and that there
was no train for Sarajevo until six
o'clock that night l fell into a panic.
From friendly porter l gathered the
information that special had left at
ten. Clearly had been left behind
But was this Macchio's doing?
That day was a slow agony to me.
1t was not so much the thought of my
/ failure which oppressed me as the
gathering sense Of some impending
tragedy which l could not fathom.
When at last found myself on the
night train for Bosnia could not stay
in my compartment, but paced the
corridor distractedly. A thousand ques-
tions intruded themselves upon my
consciousness. Had the two cousins
gone on the same train? Would their
likeness not have become apparent to
all? If had slept little the night be-
fore / 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 fiuttered from all the
buildings. Evidently the archduke and
the duchess had arrived But the Won
Behring's? That question only M.
Pasich could answer. l found Bosnai
street and located his house by the
aid of friendly policeman who had a
few words of German. 1t was fes-
tooned with flags and flowers The
doors stood wide open. A servant ad-
mitted me without a question, and
presently found myself before my
host, 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.
/ tried him in French and German
without avail. And / 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, heard the
music of band. NJ Pasich came
back and began to speak. l do
not know what he said, for at that
moment the band stopped playing and.
in place of it, confused clamor arose.
Suddenly the whole town seemed to
go 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 retinue, in their
wake, forgotten. Far up the street |
saw soldiers on horseback, galloping,
and, behind them, running, raving
mob, surrounding a carriage. Joined
the stream that surged toward them.
We met the oncoming mob as two
tides meet. Instantly the street was
jammed, the rearing horses, unable
to proceed, stood like rocks lashed by
whirlpools. The carriage halted.
1 saw bloodstains upon the cush-
ions. l saw a dead man propped
| against them, and the body of yelled
| woman bowed over his own. The as.
| 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 violent effort at self-con.
troll, he passed as though we had
never met before Yet, knowing the
impulsive nature of the Viennese.
know that some day, if 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 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 not
| to call for me, and had sent 70 mes
sage to NJ. 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 | shall call Vor