The Washington times., 1918-03-16
Chapter I. (Continued)

CnapCer !. kGonL-nueul
Here was a heaven-sent interval
With intellectual companionship il
addition to the game of the gods
Being a German girl, Gisela Dorint
would be aware that he could no
marry out of his class. unless thu
p'ebeian pill were heavily gilded.
To do him justice, ne would no
rave married the wealthiest pie
Ueian in Germany.
An American: that was another
matter. If there were such thing
rs an aristocracy in this absurd
country which pretended to be a
democracy and whose society" was
erected upon the visible and scream.
irg American dollar, no doubt Miss
I.owland belonged to the highest
r4nk.
In Germany she would have been
Z princess-probsbly Of a mediatized
Louise, and, he confessed it amiably
enough, she looked the part more
unapologetically than several he
could mention.
So did Gisela Doring. He sighed
hat q woman who would have
graced the court of his Kaiser should
have been tossed by bungling fate
into the rank and file of the good
German people; so laudably content
% play their insignificant part in
heir countty's magnificent destiny.
Irritated By His Arrogance.
Gisela never told him the truth.
Sometimes, irritated by his subtle
arrogance, she was tempted. Also
consuming love tempted her. But
of what use? She was without for
tune and he must add to his.
He had q limited income and ex-
pensive tastes, and when a young
nobleman in the diplomatic service
marries he must take a house and
live with a certain amount of state.
Moreover, he intended TO be an
ambassador before he was forty
five, and he was justified in his am
bitions, for he was exceptionally
clever and his rise had been rapid.
lint now he was care-free and young
and love was his right
Gisela understood him perfectly.
Not only was she of his class, but
her brother Karl had madly loved
q girl in q chocolate shop and wept
tsmpestuously beside her bed while
their father slept. He married
phIlosophically when his hour
struck.
But IL she understood she was
also romantic She forgot her VOW
70 live alone, her mothers advice,
and dreamed Of a moment Of over
whelming madness which would
sweep them both up to the little
church on the mountain.
There, like a true heroine of old
time fiction, she would announce her
own name at the altar. This mo
nent, however, did not arrive. Net
tlebeck, too, was romantic, but his
head was as level within as it was
fat behind. He never went near
the church on the mountain.
No Surface Lovemaking.
There was no surface lovemaking
during the first two summers, or in
the winter following the second
summer, when he came over from
Washington on her Wednesday as
often as he could, and they had
luncheon and tea in byway restau-
rants.
They were both fascinated by the
game, and they had an infinite num-
Der Of things to talk about, for their
minds were really congeniaL They
disputed with fire and fury. 1t was
. part Of Gisela's dormant genius
TO grasp instinctively the psychology
Of foreign nations, and before she
had been in the United States a
year she understood it far better
than Nettlebeck ever would.
Even if he had despised it less
he would have layished all the re-
sources of his wit upon a country
so different from Germany in every
phase that it must necessarily be
save as a future colony
Of Prussia, if only for the pleasure
Of seeing Gisela's long eyes open
and fash, the dusky red in
her cheeks burn crimson and her
bosom heave at his "junker mar
row-mindedness and stupid arro-