New Mexico state record. (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1914-19??, 1918-11-08

dull red to smoking gray. The code
book she hesitated over. but at last
with q shrug Of her shoulders, she re
tuned 1t to Its hiding place In the
jewel-case.
Coupled with her bitterness was a
sense Of relief. Only when the papers
were destroyed had she realized the
weight they had been. She summoned
Nina, her maid. and dressed for the
street. Then, Nina accompanying
her, she summoned her carriage and
went shopping.
She reached the palace again In
time to dress for dinner. Somewhere
on that excursion she had left the let.
ter, to be SEN to Its destination over
the border By special messenger that
night.
Prince Ferdinand William Otto, at
the moment OF her return, was pre-
pairing for bed. lie washed himself.
with Oskar standing by, holding a
great soft towel. Even the towels
were too large. And he brushed his
teeth, and had two drinks Of water,
because q stifiish feeling In his throat
persisted. And ut last he crawled up
into the high bed that was SO much
too big for him, and had to crawl out
again, because he had forgotten his
prayers.
When everything was done, and the
hour Of putting out the light could no
longer be delayed, he said good night
to Oskar, who bowed. There was q
great deal Of bowling In Otto's world.
Then, whisk 1t was dark, with only
the noon face Of the cathedral clock
for company. And as 1t was now
twenty minutes past seven, the two
hands dropped until 1t looked like q
face with a cruel mouth, and was
really very poor company.
Oskar, having bowed himself into
the corridor and past the two sentries,
reported to a very great dignltary
across the hall that his royal highness
the Crown Prince Ferdinand william
Otto was in bed. And the dignitary
had a chance to 60 away and get his
dinner.
But alone in his great bed, the
o. prince was shedding a few
shamefaced tears. He was extremely
ashamed of them. He felt that under
nj circumstances would his soldier
father have behaved so. He reached
out and secured one Of the two clean
folded hnndkerchiefs that were always
placed on the bedside stand at night.
and blew his nose very loudly. But
he could not sleep.
He gave Miss Braithwaite time to 60
to her sitting room, and for eight
o'clock to pass, because once every
hour, all night. a young gentleman Of
the court, appointed for this purpose
and dubbed a wet nurse" by Jealous
comrades, cautiously opened his door
and made a stealthy circuit Of the
room. to see that all was we'll.
The crown prince got up. He neg
lected to put on his bedroom slippers,
Of course, and In his bare feet he
padded across the room to the study
door. 1t was not entirely dark. A
night light burned there. 1t stood on
n table directly under the two crossed
swords. Beneath the swords, In a
burnt wood frame, were the pictures
of his father and mother. Hedwig had
given him a woodworking outfit at
Christmas, and he had done the work
himself. 1t consisted of the royal
arms, somewhat out of drawing and
not exactly in the center of the frame,
and n floral border OF daisies. ex-
geometrical, because he had
drawn them in first with a compass.
The boy, however, gave the pictures
only a hasty glance and proceeded, In
II businesslike manner, to carry a
straight chair to the cabinet. On the
TOP shelf sat the old cloth dog. Its
shoe-bu.ton eyes looked glazed with
sleep, but It's ears were quite alert.
Very cautiously the crown prince I'M
locked the door. stepped precariously
TO the lower shelf Of the cabinet,
hung there by one royal hand. and
lifted the dog down.
At nine o'clock the wet nurse took
of his sword in another room ana
leaned 1t against a chair. Then ne
examined his revolver, in accordance
with a formula prescribed by the OLD
king. Then he went In and examined
the room with a flashlight, and lis
tened to the crown princes breathing.
He had been a crOupy baby. And. at
last, he turned the iashlight on to the
bed. A pair Of shOe-button eyes
stared Mt him from the pillow.
swell, I'm -" said the wet nurse.
And went out, looking thoughtful.
In a shop where, that afternoon, the
had purchased some Lyons
silks, one of the clerks. Peter Niburg.
was free ut last. At seven o'clock,
put away the last rolls of silk
On the shelves behind him, and covered
them with calico to keep Off the dust;
given a final glance of dlsdain
at the clerk In the linens, across;
reached under the counter for
his stiff black hat of good quality and
his silver-topped cane; having donned
the hat and hung the stick to his arm
with two staggering gestures; having
prepared his offensive, SO to speak. he
advanced.
Between Peter Niburg and Herman
Spier Of the linens, was a feul. Its
source, In the person Of a pretty
had gone, but the feud re-
e ~ss Of the sort taat smiles