Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1917-11-08

I0W OOeS III happen LnaC you
travel this time by a German
boati"
Chevrial shrugged his sboul-
ders.
Because there was no French
one It is necessary that / be in
New York on Wednesday. There
was no other boat that would ar
rive in time. Had there been, I
would have taken it."
so you do not like German
81 like nothing German" said
Chevrial, calmly. "Least of all,
this in~quisition, which, it seems to
me, demands some explanation"
ut is for the immigration
bureau" the purser fastened to
explain. "The American laws are
very strict"
"The laws do not concern me.
| am not an immigrant. I am mere
ly n who goes on business and
who returns. My papers are in
order, r they not?"
The purser was forced to con-
TESS that they were.
"Then,' said Chevrial, return
ing them to his pocket, eff there
are any further questions to be
answered, [ will wait until I get to
the pier at New York to answer
them. | shall at least have the
pleasure of talking to an Amer
can!" and he got up and left the
library.
Pachmann was furious; but he
had no excuse for holding the fell
low, nor for examining his bag
gage. In search of such excuse, he
dispatched q wireless to the agent
of his government at Brussels, di-
recting him to secure at once all
the information available about
Andre Chevrial, 18 Rue DIES Chan
tiers, Paris; and that evening a
very polite gentleman called at
the house in question. It was a
tall, hideous house, with a cabaret
on the first floor. To it's proprietor
the. visitor addressed himself. But
yes, the proprietor knew M. Chev-
rial, a merchant of wine, who had
honored his house for many years
by occupying an apartment on the
third floor. His present where
abouts9 All, the proprietor could
not say M. Chevrial made many
journeys in the interests of his
business he was absent at the
present time. 1t was the season of
his annual trip to America; per-
haps he was now on his way thith-
er. He had left no address; but
if monsieur wished to write a let
ter, it would be sent forward as
soon as an address was received.
The visitor declined to write a
letter, but left his card-or, at
least, a card-to be given to M.
Chevrial upon his return. Then
he took his leave. And the pro
prietor stuck the card in tho frame
of the clouded mirror back Of the
bar, chuckling to himself.
A report Of all which Pachmann
duly received by radio next day.
The prince, meanwhile, was
finding the voyage wearisome. He
was not a difficult person to
amuse and he was very expert in
the art of killing time he had done
little else since he emerged from
the nursery but here on ship
board he possessed none of the i'm
plements with which he usually
carried on that slaughter. He
could sit in the smoking room with
a tall stein before him, he could
stroll about the deck and stare at
the sea, which he did not care for;
but there was no one to talk to.
His subjects of conversation we're
limited, and all Of them were as
sociated more or less with his
princely character; here, where,
for the first time in his life, he
found himself Invested of that
princely character, he was COM
pletely at a loss. The trouble was
that he had no sense of humor. So
he found it impossible to gossip
with plebeian unknowns, or en-
gage in card games with irrever-
ent middle class artisans and
drummers. He could not even
carry on a Irritation with any of
the pretty girls! He had attempted
it with one of them; but. after a
very few minutes, she had left him
with her chin in the air, and an ex-
%clamation which sounded singu-
larly like "Beast!'' What is gal
lantry in a prince, is impeYtinence
or worse in a less privileged per-
son!
Remember, u prince WA mere