Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1917-06-29

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schloss and discuss a line of action
eh?"
And in agreement, the pair emerged
from their ambush, and retraced their
steps along the path they had come.
A Message From the Emperor.
Next evening Won Pappenheim's sis
ter Margarete, fair-haired, petite and
rather doll-like, arrived at the castle.
During dinner an imperial courier
arrived from Berlin with letter from
the emperor, and willie" opened it,
read it, and then, excusing himself,
left the table. 1 rose and followed
him, as was my duty, but when outside
the room. his highness sent me back,
saying in a thick. husky voice:
81 shall not want you, Won Heltzen-
dorff; will write the reply myself"
On my return the guests were dis
cussing the effect of the emperor's
message upon their host, Won Pappen-
helm being particularly anxious. He
said something in a low voice to his
sister, when the latter became at once
thoughtful. Indeed, the remainder of
the meal was a very dull affair, and
it was with relief that we rose and
went out into the big ancient hall,
with it's vaulted ceiling, where coffee
was always served.
The courier had left on his return
journey to the capital, yet willie" did
not again reappear. At eleven O'Clock
I found him lying in heavy sleep
upon the sofa in the room set apart
for me for my writing.
I called his faithful valet, and to-
gether we half-c carried him to his room
where he was undressed and put to
bed. Hardly had 1 returned to my
room, when Won Pappenheim entered
in search of his host.
"His highness Is not well, and has
retired to his room," said. HE ex
pressed a desire to see nobody to
uight."
"Oh!" he cried in despair. "Why
did he not see me and tell me the
truth! Precious hours are flying, anC
we must act if the situation is to be
saved"
what situation?" I asked, in pre-
tended ignorance.
| "You know nothing, Won Heltzen
| dorff, eh?" he asked, looking me
straight in the face.
Nothing" was my reply.
"You have no knowledge of the traI
into which the crown prince fell wher
he was in Paris with you six months
ago, and when he and first metz"
"A trap! What do you meanT
"Has he told you nothingT
"Not a syllable"
"Ah! Then 1 cannot be frank witt
| you until / obtain his highness' per
mission. He told me that you knew
nothing, but 1 did not believe it. Know
ing well what implicit confidence HI
places in you, believed that you knew
the CHASTITY truth"
Into what trap had "Willie" faller
during our last visit to Paris l coulC
not conceive. His constant absences
alone, his terrible craving for excite
ment, his wild and reckless search TO
pleasure had ever been q source o
anxiety to me. Times without numbe
had 1 lifted warning finger, only t.
be derided by the son of the all-highes
one.
On a Secret Mission for the Grown
Prince.
Next day, soon after his highnes
was dressed, he entereH my room.
."Heltzendorff," he said, 81 have beel
chatting with Won Pappenheim an,
his sister upon a little matter of busi
ness which closely concerns myself
1 want you to leave in an hours tim
and go to Hanover. In the Kirchrode
strasse, No. 16, out at Kleefeld, ther
lives a certain man named Minckwit
"a Pole by birth. He has two niece
one about twenty and the other tw
years older. With them you have n
concern. All 1 want is that you er
gage a photographer, or, better, youl
self take a snapshot of this ma
Minckwitz, and bring it to me. B
discreet and trust no one with the Sc
cret of your journey"
Exactly. There is a doubt as t
the mans identity, eh?"
"Willie" nodded in the affirmative.
Satisfied that I should at last sc
the mysterious person whose identit
the emperor wished to establish, I sc
out from Oels on my long journey rigt
across Germany.
} In due course I arrived in Hanove
and found the house situated in tn
I pleasant suburb. Here I found ths
E 'Willie's" suspicious were correct, an
the man Minckwitz was living unde
the name of Sembach and pretendin
T, to be O musician. I watched, and yer
soon, with my own camera, in secr'
7 took a snapshot of the mysterious il
|. dividual as he walked in the stree
= With this left, two days later, on N
return to Oels.
: The photograph was that of thi
: narrow-faced, deep-eyed man, with
: scraggy, pointed beard-a typical Pol
S and when l handed it to willie"
e held his breath
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