Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1918-08-23

Then, remembering the work he had
to do, he took another sip Of milk.
'These things you have DONE" he said
to Milky. "And weak and wicked
enough they are. But, on the other
hand, you found the king"
"Others found him also. Besides.
that does not affect my guilt, sir" said
Milky steadily.
Suddenly the chancellor got up and,
going to Milky, put both hands on his
shoulders.
Quite TO the end now, with the coun-
tess not In her rooms or anywhere in
the palace. With the bonfires burned
to cold ashes, and the streets deserted.
With the police making careful search
for certain men whose names Haeckel
had given, and tearing frenzied pia-
cards from the walls. With Miss
Braithwaite still lying In her drugged
sleep, watched over by the sisters who
had cared for the dead king, and with
Karl, across the mountains, dreaming
Of bride who would never be his.
Quite to the end. Only word or
two now, and we may leave the little
king to fulfill his splendid destiny. Not
a quiet life. we may be certain. Per
haps not very peaceful or untroubled
one. But a brave and steadfast and
honorable one, be sure Of that
What should we gain by following
Olga Loschek, eating her heart out in
England, Of the committee Of ten, cover
ing in its cellsf They had failed, as the
wicked. sooner or later, must fail. Or
Karl, growing fat In a prosperous land,
alike greedy for conquest and too in
dolent for battle?
To finish the day, then. and close
with midnight.
Milky first, q subdued and rather
battered Milky. He was possessed by
desire, not indeed unknown to low
ers, to revisit the place where he and
Hedwig had met before. The roof
no less. Not even then that he hoped
for himself any more than he had
hoped before. But at least 1t could
not be Karl.
He felt that he could relinquish her
more easily since 1t was not Karl. AS
If, poor Milky, it would ever make any
difference who 1t was. so 1t were not
he!
Strangely enough. Hedwig also had
had a fancy to visit the roof. She
could not sleep.
So she had dismissed her maid and
gone through Hubert's rooms to the
roof. Milky found her there.
Hedwig did not turn her head. She
knew his steps, had really known he
must come, since she was calling him,
actually calling, with all her deter
mined young will. Oh, she was shame
less!
But now that he had come, 1t was
Milky who implored, and Hedwig who
held off.
"My only thought In all the world"
he said. Can you ever forgive me?'
This was tactless. No lover should
ever remind his lady that he has with
stood her.
"For what?' said Hedwig coolly.
"For loving you So" This was much
better, quite strategic. indeed. A
trench gained!
"Do you really love met I won
der"
But Milky was tired Of words, and
rather afraid of them. They were not
his weapons. He trusted more, as has
been said somewhere else, In his two
strong arms.
"Too much ever to let you CO." he
said. Which means nothing unless
we take 1t for granted that she was In
his arms. And she was, indeed.
The king having been examined and
given some digestive tablets by the
court physicians-a group which,
strangely enough, did not include Doc
tor Weiderman-had been given a
warm bath and put to bed.
There was much formality as to the
process now, several gentlemen cling
ing to their hereditary right to hang
around and be nuisances during the
ceremony. But at last he was left
alone with Oskar.
Alone, of course, as much as king
is ever alone, which, what with extra
sentries and so on, is not exactly soli-
tary confinement.
"Oskar!- said the king from his pill
low.
Majesty
Oskar was gathering the royal gar.
ments. which the physicians had or
dered burned, In case Of germs.
''Did you ever eat American Ice
creamy"
mo, majesty. Not that recall"
~It is very delicious" observed the
king. and settled down In his sheets.
He yawned, then sat up suddenly
"Oskar!"
Eyes, majesty"
''There is something in my trousers
pocket. / almost forgot 1t Please
bring them here"
Sitting up In bed, and under Oskar's
disappearing eye. because he, too. was
infected with the germ idea, King
Otto the Ninth felt around In his small
pockets, until at last he had found
what he wanted.
Have l a small box anywhere, a
very small box?' he inquired.
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