Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1918-05-24
on the face on the pillow, turned
toward his dead sons picture.

Oh the race on the pillow, turned
toward his dead sons picture.
Troubled times now, with the carni-
val only a day or two off, and the shop
windows gay with banners; with the
committee of ten In almost constant
session, and Olga Los9hek summoned
before it, to be told of the passage, and
the thing she was to do; with the old
king very close to the open door, and
Hedwig being fitted for her bridal robe
and for somber black at one fitting.
Troubled times, indeed. The city
was smoldering, and from some
strange source had come a new umo
Nothing less than that the royalists,
headed by the chancellor, despairing Of
browning the boy prince, would, on the
kings death, make away with him,
thus putting Hedwig on the throne
Hedwig, queen of Karnia perhaps al
ready by secret marriage.
The city, which adored the boy, was
with Olga Loschek, who had given 1t
to the committee as a useful weapon.
Thus would she have her revenge on
those of the palace, and at the same
time secure her own safety. Revenge,
indeed, for she knew the way of such
lrumors, how they fly from house to
house, street to street. How the In
nocent, proclaiming their innocence,
look even the more guilty.
When she had placed the scheme be-
fore the committee of ten, had seen
the eagerness with which they grasped
it-"in this way" she had said, in her
scornful, incisive tones, "the onus of
the boy is not on you, but ON them.
Even those who have no sympathy
with your movement will burn at such
a rumor. The better the citizen, the
more a lover of home and order, the
more outraged he will be. Every mar
in the city with a child of his Owl will
rise against the palace"
Madame" the leader had said,
"you should be of the committee"
But she had ignored the speech con-
temptuously, and gone on to other
things.
Now everything was arranged.
Black Humbert had put his niece to
work on a carnival dress for a small
boy, and had stayed her curiosity by
q hint that it was for the American
lad.
s'They are comfortable tenants" he
had said. "Not lavish, perhaps, as
rich Americans should be, but orderly,
and pleasant. The boy has good man
uers. 1t would be well to please him."
So the niece, sewing in the back
room, watched Bobby in and out, with
pleasant mysteries in her eyes.
Now and then, In the evenings
when the Americans were away, and
Bobby was snug In bed, with Tucker
on the tiny feather comfort at his
feet, the Fraulein would come down
stairs and sit in Black Humbert's
room. At such times The r.eee would
be sent on an errand, and the two
would talk. The niece, who, although
she had no lover, vas or the lookout
for love, suspected a romance of the
middle-aged, and smiled in the halt
darkness of the street: smiled with O
touch of malice, as n who has
pierced the armor of the fortress, and
knows its weakness.
But it was not love that Humbert
and the Fraulein talked.
Herman Spier was busy In those
days and making plans. Thus, day by
day, he dined In the restaurant where
the little Marie, now weary Of her
husband, sat In idle intervals behind
the cashiers desk, and watched the
grass In the place emerge from its
winter hiding place. When she turned
her eyes to the room, frequently she
encountered those of Herman Spier,
pale yet burning, fixed on her. And at
last, one day when her husband lay
lame with sciatica, she left the desk
and paused by Herman's table.
"You come frequently now" she OBJ
served. ut is that you like us here
or that you have risen in the shop2"
II have left the shop" said Herman,
oeoAid5 At uCls IACoh, LA
amount, suited her well. He liked
plump women. They were, if you
please, an armful. "And I come to see
you"
left the shopp Marie exclaimed
sand Peter Niburg-he has left alsoi
I never see him."
NO." said Herman noncommittally'
"He is i'll, perhaps?"
HE is dead" said Herman, devour-
ing her with his eyes.
"Dead!" She put a hand to her
plump side.
"Aye. Shot as a spy" He took an
other piece of the excellent pigeon pie
Marie, meantime, lost all her looks,
grew pasty white.
"Of the-the %terrorists?" she de-
manded, in a whisper.
"Terrorists! No. OF Karnia. He
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