The Knoxville independent. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1894-current, 1917-06-23

was cOlu on the upper geek, put ne
did not pay much attention to that; he
was too busy watching the country be-
low.
He saw many interesting things
with his extremely powerful glass, but
at almost every town that they passed
he observed military maneuvers. not
withstanding the cold and deep SNOW.
ooh, what waste!" he thought. then
retired into the large saloon, because
the wind had risen and was unpleaa-
antly cold.
He sat down at the reading table
and looked through number OF peri
odicals. There he found pictures OF
almost all the monarchs and also a
very good picture of Count Won Wer-
denstein. Just below this picture was
an article that did not speak very
highly of this genius. The paper was
ultra-socialistically inclined, and the
article pointed out the futility of the
militarism Of which the count was the
advocate.
The chevalier took out his little note
book and wrote the name of the an-
thor there. The paper was edited In
Berlin and he did not anticipate much
trouble in finding Paul Kalmar through
the editorial Office.
The aero-train was half an hour late
on account Of the high wind, but finaF
ly arrived
The traveller took taxicab and at
random told the chauffeur to drive 10
the Metropole Hotel. It was one OK
the old-fashioned places left over from
the nineteenth century, but It was ex-
cellently equipped with all modern i'm
provements.
The Chevalier di Leon did not stay
long In his rooms, but after short
consultation with the clerk left the
hotel and mingled with the crowds on
the street.
The beautifully decorated stores
showed Christmas splendors and lux
uries. The ancient beauty OF the
town impressed him. At one end Of
the park stood magnificent eques
horse was bounding forward; the face,
with upturned mustache and fierce ere
was familiar. All the mitSes OF art
and science were gathered shout the
base in fantastic but expressive man
ner-but, in front of them, holding the
most prominent position, was Mars
The chevalier shrugged his shoulders;
at does seem that monarchism cannot
exist without the sword"
The palace guard marched by Al
company of the 221st infantry Aegi
ment. Their helmets glittered. @fhey
wore grayish cuirasses, and carried
clumsy looking rifles; they had no
bayonets, but short pistols In their
belts. The music doomed in warlike
tones and the uniformed men marched
in stiff, unnaturally long steps. The
chevalier shook his head again, and
turned sadly into side street.
At the editorial rooms of the FreV6
Gedanken hc1s ~ his card to N,
tendant and asked to see Herr Pa
Kalmar. Are you poet?" the boy
asked inquisitively.
"No, indeed, not even an author"
This seemed to please the boy, who
hurried away; he soon came back with
a smile. Third door to the right
The next moment Chevalier di Leon
stood before Herr Paul Kalmar. who
invited him to be seated. The ultra.
socialist was mild, calm giant with
very light brown hair, but his green.
ish eyes held sparks Of courage and
logged determination.
The tall chevalier seemed TO I'm
press him favorably, and he listened
with quiet air.
II have come from afar to see you.
Herr Kalmar. l read your article
about Count Won Werdenstein, and 40
I have an idea that probably will In
fiuence the count to preach peace In
stead of war, wish you would kindly
listen to me and give me your advice.
"T also am a man who wants peace,
Chevalier di Leon, and will be glad
to discuss that theme with you; II you
will give me few minutes time ! Will
take you to the Cafe American and
we can talk and eat at the same time"
IT am sure 1t will please me very
much"
Half and hour later they were on
the balcony Of the famous Cafe Amer
lean In q cosy corner among the
palms and vines.
The big German ordered an epicu
rean lunch with Mosei wine; he list
ened attentively and ate with relish
The chevalier's words seemed to NEE,
with his approval
ITO prove my good will, to win az
influence, l am willing to give him tbs
secret of gold manufacturing"
These words were said 30 enthusiast
tically that beautifully dressed WON
an who sat at the neighboring tabl1
looked up from her plate and Gazet
at the bright-eyed chevalier.
mot SO loud, my dear man, not %
loud; even the walls have ears
The advice came somewhat late. fol
the woman already had noted tn
chevalier's words. and now sh'
watched them from beneath her long
silky eyelashes, but 1t was in vain; AMI
/ could not hear another word.
After the long lunch Herr KalmA
! and tho nbauolfar aptawad a faxfNan