Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1918-05-24

| family SuarQ commonly $1,000. lie
had moved a few feet from his post,
{ however, and was watching the stage
through the half-open door Of private
ioge.
Prince Ferdinand William Otto
| passed behind him with outward calm
ness. At the top Of the public stair
case, however, he hesitated. Here,
everywhere, were brass-buttoned off,
| Gals of the opera house. A garderobe
woman stared at him curiOusly. The
little prince looked at the woman with
appeal in his eyes. Then, with his
| heart humping, he ran past her, down
the white marble staircase, to where
the great doors promised liberty.
Olga, the wardrobe woman, came
out from behind her counter and stood
looking down the marble staircase
after the small flying figure.
The old soldier who rented opera
| glasses at the second landing, and who
had left leg in Bosnia, leaned over
the railing. Look at that!" he ex-
claimed "He will break leg, the
young rascal! Once could have
| but there, he is safel The good God
watches over fools and children"
1T looked like the little prince" said
/ the wardrobe woman. 81 have seen
/ him often-he has the same bright
hair
But the opera-glass man was not
/ listening. He had drawn a long saus-
age from one pocket and roll from
| the other, and now, retiring to far
| window, he stood placidly eating-a
| bite Of sausage, a bite of bread. His
mind was in Bosnia, with his leg. And
because old Adelbert's mind was in
Bosnia and because one hears with
the mind, and not with the ear, he did
not hear the sharp question Of the
sentry who ran down the stairs and
paused for second at the cloak-room.
Well for Olga, too, that old Adelbert
/ did not hear her reply.
HE has not passed here,' she said,
with wide and honest eyes, but with
an ear toward old Adelbert. IAN old
gentleman came a moment ago and
got sandwich, which he had left in
his overcoat. Perhaps this is whom
you are seeking?'
The sentry cursed, and ran down the
staircase, the nails in his shoes strik-
/ ing sharply on the marble.
Olga Of the cloak room leaned over
her checks, with her lips curved up
! in a smile. '"The little one!" she
thought. "And such courage He will
] make a great king! Let him have his
prank like the other children, and
God bless him and keep himl"
The crown prince was just trifle
dazzled by the brilliance of his sue
cess He paused for one GREATNESS
moment under the porte-cochere Of the
opera house; then he took a long
breath, turned to the left; and was at
once swallowed up in the street crowd.
1t seemed very strange to him. Not
that he was unaccustomed to crowds.
Had he not, that very Christmas, gone
shopping in the city, accompanied only
by one of his tutors and Miss Braith-
waite, and bought for his grandfather,
the king, burnt wood box, which
might hold either neckties or gloves,
and for his cousins silver photograph
frames?
But this was different, and for a
rather peculiar reason. Prince Ferdin-
and William Otto had never seen the
back of crowd The public was al
ways lined up, facing him, smiling and
bowling and God-blessing him. Prince
Ferdinand William Otto had never
known the backs could be so rigid. It
was most interesting.
The next tour was full Of remark
able things. For one, he lodged be-
hind street car and was almost run
over by a taxicab. The policeman on
the corner came out, and taking Fer
dinand William Otto by the shoulder,
gave him a talking to and a shaking.
Ferdinand William Otto was furious,
but policy kept him silent; which
proves conclusively that the crown
prince had not only initiative witness
his hight-but self-control and di-
plomacy. Lucky country, to have in
prospect such king!
Prince Ferdinand William Otto had
the fulfillment Of great desire in his
small, active mind. This was nothing
less than a ride on the American
scenic railroad; which had secured q
concession in far corner of the park.
Hedwig's lieutenant had described 1t
to him-how one was taken in a small
car to dizzy height, and then turned
loose on a track which dropped giddily
and rose again, which hurled one
through sheet-iron tunnels of incredible
blackness, thrust one out over gorge,
whirled one in mad curves around cor
ners of precipitous heights, and finally
landed one, painting, breathless, shock
ed, and Keeling, but safe, at the very
platform where one had purchased
ones ticket three eternities, which
were only minutes, before.
AS the early spring twilight fell, the
gas lamps along the alice, always burn
ing, made a twin row of pale stars
ahead At the end, even as the wan
derer gazed, he saw myrsads Of tiny