The Tomahawk. [volume] (White Earth, Becker County, Minn.) 1903-192?, 1915-11-25

host, keen-eyed, bearded gentleman
OF middle age. who scanned my caro-
1nquiringly, then looked at me, anu
broke into an unintelligible jargon
which was totally ineomprehensible to
me.
1 tried him IN French and German
without avail And was sure that
ne had received no communication
concerning me, and had no idea who !
was or what my business was.
He offered ne wine and cigars. e1-
cused himself and left me.
Suddenly, far away, + heard the
music of a 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
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 1
saw soldiers on horseback, ga1loping,
and, behind them, a running. raving
mob, surrounding carriage. I Joined
the stream that surged toward them.
We met the oncoming mob as two
tides meet. Instantly the street was
damned, the rearing horses, unable
to proceed, stood like rocks dashed by
whirlpools. The carriage halted.
I saw bloodstains upon the cush-
ions. saw dead man propped
against them, and the body of yelled
woman bowed over his own. The as
sassins' shots had found their bullets
too we'll; 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 me and
clapped his hand upon mis- 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, I
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 a spy to follow: me
nome from the palace who had seen
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 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 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 SO tong had at last
shattered his nerves and made him re-
solve on shaking off 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's
sake, unnerved by my supposed de-
lection.
Certainly the spy Macchio had done
his work too we'll.
And somewhere in the world, am
convinced. Franz Ferdinand and his
wife, freed from the cares OF state,
are living as they have long wanted
to liv", unknown, absorbed in their
domestic life, to be rejoined later by
their children.
Because the faces that saw in the
collins at the'solemn service in Vienna
were those of the man and woman
whom i must still call by the name
Won Behring