New Mexico state record. (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1914-19??, 1918-11-29

he felt! "If You would open that &C.
cursed window for an hOur-the place
reekS."
lIumbert was in high good humor in
spite of his protests. In his pocket he
held the key to favor. aye. to a plan
which he meant to lay before the CON-
mittee of ten, a plan breath-taking in
its a~udacity and yet potential Of sue
cess. He went to the window and put
his great shoulder against 1t.
Instantly HaGckel overturned the
candle and, picking up the chair.
hurled it at Herman Spicr. He heard
the clerk go down rs he leaped for
the door. Herman had not locked 1t.
He was In the passage before the cnn-
cierge had stumbled rast the bed.
ITaeckel ran as he had never run
before. The last flight now, with the
concierge well behind, and liberty two
seconds away.
lie flung himself against the doors
to the street. But they were fastened
by Il chain, and the key was not in the
lock.
lie crumpled up in n heap as the
concierge fell on him with fists like
fails.
Some time later, old Adelbert heard
a sound In the corridor, and peered
out. Humbert, assisted by the ledger.
Spier, was carrying to the attic what
appeared to be an old mattress, rolled
up and covered with rags. In the
morning, outside the door, there was a
darkish stain, however, which might
have been blood.
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At nine o'clock the next morning
the chancellor visited the crown prince.
He came without ceremony. Lately he
had been coming often. He liked to
come in quietly, and sit for an hour
In the school room. saying nothing.
Prince Ferdinand William Otto found
these occasions rather trying.
II should think" he protested once
to his governess. that he would have
something else to do. He's the
chancellor. isn't he?"
The king haG passed a bad night,
and Haeckel was still missing. The
chancellor's heart was heavy.
The chancellor watched the crown
prince, as he sat at the high desk,
laboriously writing. 1t was the hour
of English composition, and Prince
Ferdinand william Otto was writing
a theme.
About dogs" he explained. 1--WE
seer n great many, you know. I could
do it better with a pencil. My pen
sticks in the paper"
He wrote on and Mettlich sat and
watched. He caught Miss Braith-
waite's glance, Hnd he knew what was
in her mind. For nine years now had
come, once a year, the painful anni-
versary of the death of the late crown
prince and his young wife. For nine
years had the city mourneA. with flags
at half mast and the bronze statue Of
the old queen draped in black. And
for nine years had the day of grief
passed unnoticej by the lad on whom
hung the destinies of the kingdom.
Now they confronted a new sit
uation. The next day but n was the
anniversary again. The boy was older,
and observant. 1t would not be pes
sible to conceal from him the
significance Of the procession march
ing through the streets with muffled
drums.
They could lot continue to lie to
the boy. Truthfulness had been one
of the rules Of his rigorous upbring-
ing. And he was now of an age to re-
member. So the chancellor sat and
waited, and fingered his heavy watch
chain.
Prince Ferdinand William Otto put
his attention to he theme, and finished
1T. Then. flushed with authorship. he
up. May I read you the last