River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1918-03-21

| had moved q rev feeC from MS 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-buttose 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 a leg, the
young rascal! Once I could have
but there, he is safe! The good God
watches over fools and children
''It looked like the little prince" said
the wardrobe woman. II 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 a 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 a 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. "An old
| gentleman came a moment ago and
! got a 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 couragel He will
make q great king! Let him have his
| prank like the other children, and
| God bless him and keep him -
| The crown prince was just a trif1e
dazzled by the brilliance of his sue
cess. He paused for one breathless
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, a 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 a 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 a 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 NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.
his fight-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 ride on the American
scenic railroad, which had secured
concession in far corner of the park.
Hedwig's lieutenant had described it
| 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 a 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 myriads of tiny
red. white, and blue lights, rising high