The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1918-08-02

'Thus," said the concierge, frying
onions over his stove-"thus have
they always done. But you have been
blind. Rather, you would not see."
Old Adelbert stirred uneasily. $50
long as I accept my pension"
"Why should you not accept your
pension? A trife in exchange for what
you gave. For them, who now Ill use
you, you have gone through life but
half a man. But one use they have
kor us, you and me, my friend-to tax
us." .
1.-THE taxes are not heavy" quoth
old Adelbert.
There are some who find them So"
The concierge heaped his guests plate
with onions.
Old Adelbert played with his steel
fork II was a good patriot" he OBJ
served nervously, until they made me
otherwise"
Il will make you a better. A patriot
is one who Is Jealous for his country
and it's welfare. That means much.
1t means that when the established
order Is bad for a country, 1t must
be changed. Not that you and l may
benefit. God knows, we may not live
to benefit. But that LivOnia may free
her neck from the foot of the Oppres-
sion and raise her head among ma
TONS"
From which it may be seen that old
Adelbert had at last Joined the revo-
%lutiOnary party, an uneasy and I'M
happy recruit, it is true, but-a recruit,
'If only some half measure would suf-
fee" he said. giving up all p%retense
of eating. "This talk Of rOusing the
mob, of rioting and violence, l do not
like them"
"Then has age turned the blood in
your veins to water!" said the con-
cierge contemptuOusly. Half meas
ures! Since when has a half measure
been useful? Did half measures win
In your boosted bSttles? And what
half measures, would you prOpOse?"
Old Adelbert sat silent. Now and
then, because his mouth was dry, he
took a sip Of peer from his tankard.
The concierge ate, taking huge mouth
fuls Of onions and bread, and survey
ing his fe~eble-hearted recruit with ap-
praising eyes. To win him would
mean honor, for old Adelbert, decorated
for many ~braveries, was a power
among the veterans. Where he led.
others would follow.
make no mistake" said Black
Humbert cUnningly. 1--WE aim at no
bloodshed. A peaceful revolution, II
possible. The king. being dead, will
suffer not even humiliation. Let the
royal family scatter where 1t will. We
have no designs on wOmen The
chancellor, however. must die"
81 make no plea for him." said old
Adelbert bitterly. II wrote to him also,
when 1 lost my position, and received
no reply. We passed through the same
campaigns, as l reminded him, but he
did nothing"
"As for the crown prince" observed
the concierge, cycling the old man over
the edge of his tankard, "yOu know
our plan for him. He will be cared
for as my own child, until We get him
beyond the boundaries. Then he will
be safely delivered to those who know
nothing of his birth. A private fund
Of the republic will support and edu-
cate him."
Old Adelbert's hands twitched. He
is but a child" he said, 'but already
he knows his rank"
ut will be wise for him to forget
It," His tone IA OminOuS. Adelbert
glanced up quickly, but the terrorist
had seen his error, and masked it with
q grin. children forget easily" he
said, land by this secret knowledge OF
yours, old comrade, all can be peace
fully done. Until you brought it to
me. we were, l confess, fearful that
force would be necessary. To admit
the rabble to the palace would be
dangerous. Mobs 60 mad at such mo-
ments. But now it may be effected
with all decency and order!"
"And the plan?"
81 may tell you this" The con-
cierge showed his plate away and ent
over the table. "We have set the day
as that of the carnival. Ga that day
all the people are IN the streets. Pro
cessiOns are forbidden, but the usual
costuming with their corps 'colors as
pompons is allowed. Here and there
will be one of us clad in red, a devil,
wearing the colors of his satanic ma
iesty. Those will be of Our forces,
leaders and speech makers. When we
secure the crown prince, he will be
put into costume until he can be con-
cealed. They will seek, if there be
time, the Prince Ferdinand William
Otto. Who will suspect q child, wear
ing some fantastic garb Of the car
nival?"
"But the king?" inquired old Abel
bert In a shaking voice. SLOW can
you set a day, when the king may
rally? I thought all hung on the kings
DEATH"
The concierge bent closer over the