Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1918-06-29

Sophie Chotek meet hers. waver and
then become fixed again in wonder. In
sudden recognition and inComprehension.
Words formed on the girls lips and she
called:
1T is I-Marishka strahni, Duchess
l must speak"
She got no further. Out of the mass
of people just at her elbow the figure Of
a man emerging, spraGg upon the run,
ming board of the machine. He seemed
to wave his hand. and then there were
sounds of shots. The Archduke started
up, holding protecting arm before the
body of the Duchess. who had sunk back
into her seat. her hand to her breast:
The Archduke wavered moment and
then fell forward across the knees of the
Duchess.
OF the mad moments which followed
Marishka was barely conscious. She
was pushed roughly back into the turgid
crowd and would have fallen had not an
arm sustained her Men seized the
were hoarse shouts. glimpses of soldiers.
as the machine of death pushed its way
through the mass of people, and always
the strong arm sustained her. pushing
her, leading her away into street
where there were fewer people and less
noise.
was saying. God knows you have done
what you could
1T is horrible she gasped brokenly.
"A moment oo1sS. sooner, perhaps: Sha p..anIv.d and
me-you saw"
He nodded. "Kisnet! 1t was written"
he said grimly.
But some one must pay-some one
who was--g
"A Bosnian student-named Prinzep
a man said. =,
He has been well taught to shoot"
Death she cried historically. And
BE quiet People are watching you"
said Goritz sterniy. Lean on my arm
and go where I shall lead 1t is not
The sight of strange. distorted faces
strength to obey. Mechanically her feet
moved, but the sunlight blinded her;
streets lined with market stalls where
| groups of people shouted excitedly. and
dimly as in a dream she heard their
"The pclice-we have police-where
were they? The Government will be
blaming us. We are not murderers
No. 1t is shame! -
Marishka shuddered and leaned more
heavily upon the arm of her companion.
| She was weary unto death, body and
spirit-but still her feet moved on, out
| of the maze of small alleys into a
larger alley. where her companion
into stone wall: He put his hand
upon the latch, the gate yielded and
| they entered small garden with well
ordered walks and a fountain, beside
which was a stone bench. Upon this
bench at the bidding of Captain Goritz
she sank, burying her face in her hands,
while he went toward the house, which
had its length at one side of the garden.
She put her fingers before her eyes try
ing to shut out the horrors she had
witnessed, but they persisted, ugly and
sinister. Over and over In her mind
dinned the hoarse murmur Of the crowd
I'VE are not murderers! Nor Who
them? Not the frail student with
the smoking pistol the agent
others. The eyes of Sophie
Chotek haunted her-eyes that had
looked so often into her own with kind
ness. She had seen terror in them, and
acrid smell of powder fumes and the
silent group of hudd1ed figures IN the
There were sounds of voices and OF
footsteps approaching, but Marishka
could not move. She was prone, inert
helpless.
She is very tired" some one SAID.
"Ach-she must come within and
sleep"
A woman's voice, it seemed, deep but
not unsympathetic.
ut shall be as you desire, Excellency
know what she needs"
Arms raised her, and she felt herself
half led, half carried into the house and
laid upon a bed in a room upstairs. II
was dark within and there was strange
oder of spices. Presently some one, the
woman, it seemed, gave her something
to drink, and after a while the turmoil
in her head grew less-and she slept