The Bridgeport times and evening farmer. (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1918-1924, 1918-06-21

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! ing branch or some other cause might
lead to serious consequences.
The Kaiser's left arm, of course, is
some inches shorter than the other,
and has been puny and useless since
his birth-a fact for which the Ger
man people at the time blamed his
mother, the Empress Frederick, eld-
est daughter of Queen Victoria, with
malovent mutterings against the Eng
Ilishwomen." 1 have often wondered
if this was one reason why Wilhelm
was so bitterly harsh towards his
mother, who died heartbroken through
his cruel treatment
The Emperor's right hand, on the
contrary, is large and powerful, I
have frequently seen unsuspecting per-
sons vince as their fingers were
crushed in its grasp. 1t is however,
disfigured by moles; partly to hide
which, and partly from sheer vanity,
his fingers are usually laden with
glittering rings.
The Kaiscrs Conccit.
One afternoon, at the end of the
days shooting, to which my mistress
and I had accompanied the party, the
keepers laid out in long line all the
game they declared had fallen to Will
helms gun alone-the head keeper an
nounced that the Kaiser had beaten
all records Wilhelm swelled with
pride and satisfaction. But little la
ter CHANGED to overhear him observ-
| ing aside to the discreetly silent Won
Wedel-
'Sixty-four head, did he say? That
is really remarkable, for l have used
only 80 cartridges. But, of course. 1
fired some wonderful shots!'
| During the succeeding days at Ro-
minten the Kaiser's sport put him in
amazingly good humor, in which his
household basked thankfully the
Empress in particular to whom Will
helm was more courteous and atten-
tive than I had ever known him In
deed, my mistress seemed unusually
happy, and would have been even more
so but that reports reached her of
Prince Eitel Frederick's serious at
tacks of heart-trouble, and that she
was again finding grounds for jealousy
in the constant appearance of the
young baroness
ut is too bad, Emilie!" she exclaim-
ed with tears of annoyance. mo
sooner do get Wilhelm free from the
burdens of State and more like he
ought to be to me than some other
woman comes upon the scene and oc-
cupies all his thoughts!"
In contrast to her husband-and to
Wilhelms undisguised contempt at
times-the Kaiserin is poor horsewo-
man. Her Majesty's steeds are care
fully chosen for their quiet and do
cile disposition; she seldom rides one
under the age of ten years. and inva-
riably mounts from portable plat
form
Once the Kaiser's lively sister, Prin-
cess Charlotte of Sake Meingen, gave
a ludicrous imitation of the Empress
mounting her horse to group of gig
Cling Court ladies. Like a majestic
sack of flour!" the Princess described
it as she dropped heavily into the sad
die. But the story reached the Kaiser
ms angry ears, and for a long time
she was not on speaking terms with
her sister-in-law.
A White Gown.
The Kaiserin is really not fond of
riding or of sport. But at Rominten,
spurred on perhaps by the fact that
the Baroness Langen-Hofberg was
now constantly with the Emperor in
his hunts, my mistress appeared de-
termined to join in every expedition.
On these occasions the Kaiserin wore
a rather becoming garb, a full-skirted
hunting costume of grey-green, with
green velvet trimmings and buttons
cut from the antlers of stays and with
this a small round hat of green felt
decorated with a tuft of woodcock's
feathers. Once only during the visit
Her Majesty wore a different costume
to go hunting in-and miniature dis
aster followed.
A nights shooting had been arrang-
ed in a distant part of the forest. We
drove there; Wilhelm in high spirits,
confident of "big KILL and the Kai-
serin wearing a silver-braided gown
of white cloth with hat to match.
Every condition seemed favorable to
success, yet for some mysterious rea-
son the deer would bolt off before the
Kaiser could fire.
Again and again this was repeated,
until Wilhelm gave up in angry dis
gust But Just as we were about to
return to the castle he observed an
old keeper gloomily cycling the En-
press.
Here, my man." demanded the
Kaiser, whats wrong tonight? Can
you tell me why no stays would let us
! get near them?"
"I can, Majesty" bluntly answered
the keeper ANY fool knows that deer
are scared of white clothes!'
My mistress shrank back in the
carriage in blank dismay. Wilhelm
scowled at the man, but scowled more
fiercely at his wife, and drove home
in silent wrath, with the poor Kaiserin
mortified and miserable.
However, another expedition on the
following night yielded Wilhelm a
goodly number of trophies and the
sun shone again at the Castle of Ro-
minten. Yet the Kaiser's "rest-cure'
was not to be concluded without a
more disturbing incident.
Rustic Love.
We were seated one day after lunch
in the big, wood-panelled apartme nt
next to the dining-hall, when the Kali
ser, looking through a deep bay-win-
dow, saw Colonel Won Stahl, then act
ing as Adiutant and House Marshal, in
conversation with old Johann Busch,
chief forester on the estate. Won
Stahl left the man, and presented him
self in the room with a deprecating