Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1918-06-20
CHAPTER xix.
In the Road Of the Good Children.

IN Lne t1OAO OF TIC 0OOo SusOISus
Haeckel crept to window and
looked out. Bonfres were springing up
In the open square in front of the goy-
eminent hcnse. Mixed with the red
glare came leaping yellow flames.
The wooden benches We're piled to-
gether and fred, and by each such
pyre stood gesticuia ting, shouting :ed
demon.
Guns were appearing now. Wagons
loaded with them drove into the
square, to boz surrounded by howl
ing mob. Tho percentage Of sober
citizens was growing-sober citizens no
longer. For the little king had not
been shown to them. Obviously he
could not be shown to them. There
fore rumor was right, and the boy was
gone.
Against the palace, therefore, their
rage was turned. The shouts for tho
little king turned to threats. The
archbishop had come out on the bal
cony accompanied by Father Gregory.
+" The archbishop had raised his hands,
!. but had not obtained silence. Instead.
to his horror and dismay, few stones
had been, thrown. aa
!, He retired, breathing hard. But
Father Gregory had remained, facing
the crowd fearlessly, his arms not
raised in benediction, but folded across
his chest. Stones ratified about him,
but he did not finch, and at last he
gained the ears Of the crowd. His
great voice, stern and fearless, held
them.
! "sfy friends" he said, "there Is worl
to be done, and you lose time. >Wt
cannot show you tue king, because he
IFS not here. While you stand there
ishrieking, his enemies have their VIII
of him. The little king has been stolen!
from the palace"
he might have swayed them, even,
then. He tried to move them to al
search Of the city. But pallid man.;
Sweating with excitement, climbed on|
1.-THE shoulders of two companions, and
faced the crowd.
(. "Aye, he is stolen" he cried. "But
who stole him? Not the city. We are
loyal. Ask the palace where he Isl
ASK those who have allied themselves
HIwith Karnia. Ask Mettlich."
] There was more, Of course. The
cries Of ITO the paloce!': increased.l
Those behind pushed forward, shoy-
ing the ones ahead toward the arch.
!way, where line Of soldiers with fixed
ho Won fO Ofnn6 1uoftinu
The archduchess and Hilda with al
handful of women, had fled to the roof
land from there saw the advance Of the
Ilnob. Hedwig had haughtily refused
Ito 60.
/ At the hospital. Haeckel, the stu,
dent, stood by his window, and little
by little the veil lifted. His slow
blood stirred first. The beating Of
drums, the shrieks Of the crowd, the,
fires, all played their part. Another
patient Joined him, and together they
Hooked out.
bad work !" said the other man.
"Aye!" said Haeckel. Then, speak
Ting very slowly, and with difficulty, II
do not understand"
1.-THE king Is dead"
I; "Aye," observed Haeckei, still I'M.
(comprehending. And then, Dead
the king?"
dead. Fear the bell"
''Then-s But he could not at once
formulate the thought in his mind.
Speech came hard. He was still In
cloud.
'eThey say" said the other man,
.s'that the crown prince is missing, that
he has been stolen. The people are,
frenzied."
4; He went on, dilating on the rumors.
Still Haeckel labored. The king! The
crown princei There was something
that he was to do. It was just be-
yond him, but he could not remember.
Then, by accident, the other man
touched the hidden spring Of his men,
Dry.
] 'There are some who. think that
Mettlich-',5
4! "Mettlich!" That was t'le word.
with it the curtain split. MS it were,
the cloud was gone. Haeckel put
hand to his head.
A few minutes later, strange figure
dashed ont Of the hospital. The night
Etwatchman had Joined the mob, and
was at that moment selecting rife
from a cart. Around the cart were
students. still In their carnival f1nery,
wearing the colors Of his own corps.
Haeeksl. asspsEate of eye. Rsllld and