The Washington times., 1919-01-15


ades In their buttonholes. There
was a band on the platform and
huge choir of men who bawied a
stentorian-voiced hymn of greeting.
Dusseldorf was the name printed
on the station lamps.
All the passengers, save the men,
bers OF the choral society. had left
the train. apparently. for every car
rage door stood open. q sprang To
my feet and let myself go with the
stream Of men. Thus ! swept out
OF the train and right into tis-
midst OF the 3ostling crowd Sf
bandsmen, singers and spectators
on the platform. I stood with the
new arrivals until the hymn was
ended and thus soiidly encadres by
the Dusseldorfers, we drifted out
through the barrier into the sta
tion courtyard There brakes were
waiting into which the jolly Choir
listers. guests and hosts clambere5
noisily. But i walked straight on
into the streets. scarcely able 20
realize that no one had questioned
me. that at last, unhindered. ] stood
before my goal
Dusseldorf IL a bright. clean town
with a touch OF good taste In its
pdDAAC OuAl0tukS u IClulu1 OMC EIaL
this busy, Industrial city has found
time even while making money 20
have called into being a school OK
art Of its own. II was a delightful
morning with dazzling sunshine and
an eager nip OF the air that spoke
Of the swift. deep river that bathes
the city walls.
/ rexelled in the clear. cold at
mosphere after the foulness OF the
drinking den and the stifing heat
OF the journey. i exulted In the
sense Of liberty ] experienced at
having once more eluded the grim
clutches Of Clubfoot Above ALI my
heart sang within me At the
thought of an early meeting with
Francis. In the mood ] was in. I
would admit no possibility OF dis
appointment now. Francis and
would come together at last
came upon a public square pree-
emily and there facing me was q
great, big cafe, white and new md
dazzling, with large plate-glass
windows and rows of tables on q
covered varanda outside. II was
undoubtedly a 'kolossal- establish
ment after the best Berlin style So
that there might be no mistake
about the name IL was placardcd
all over the front OF the place IN
gilt letters three feet high on glass
panels-Cafe Regina
II was about o'clock In the
morning and at that early hour I
had the place TO myself I felt very
small. sitting at a tiny table. with
tables on every side of me. stretch
ing away as IL were into the E'rig-
1nf In - x.-ffA
mural paintings Of the. craSscst
school OF impressionisrn.
ordered a good, substantial
breakfast and vhiled away the tine
while IL was coming by glsncing
the morning paper which the
waiter brought me.
My eyes ran down the columns
without my needing what I read.
for my thoughts were busy with
Francis. When did he come TO the
cafee How was he living At Dus-
seldorf?
Suddenly I found myself looking
at a name / knew IL was
in the personal paragraphs.
Lieut. Gen. Count Won Boden.-
the paragraph ran, ''aide -de-camp to
II. NJ. the Emperor. has been placed
on the retired list owing to III
health. Gen. Won Boden has left for
Abbazia, where he will take up his
permanent residence" There fol-
lowed the usual biographical notes
OF a truth, Clubfoot was a power
in that land
ate my breakfast at a table BY
the open door. and surveyed the
busy life OF the square where the
pigeons circled in the sunshine. A
waiter stood on the veranda idly
watching the birds as they pecked
at the stones. I was struck with
the profound melancholy depicted
in his face. His cheeks were sunken
and he had a pinched look which
had observed in the features Of
most of the customers at Haase'S
j set il down to the insufficient
feeding which Is general among the
lower classes in Germany today.
But in addition TO this mans
wasted appearance. his eyes were
hollow. there were deep lines aoout
his mouth and he wore a hagGsrd
look that had something strangely
pathetic about IL. His air Of
brooding sadness seemed to attract
me. and found my eyes continu-
ally wandering to his face.
And then. without warning.
through some mysterious whisper
ing OF the blood, the truth camc 10
me that this was my brother. 1
don't know whether IL was a pass
ing mood reflected in his face or
the shifting lights and shadows In
his eyes that lifted the veil. I
only know that through those
features ravaged by care and suf-
fering and in spite OF them caught
a glimpse Of the brother I had
come to seek.
ratified a spoon on the table and
called softly out 10 the verand$h.
"Kellner!'
The man turned.
/ backoned to him. He came
over to my table. He never rec
.ogniZed me. SO duh was he with
disappointment me with
my unshaven, unkempt appearances
and in the mean German shoddy
but stood silently, awaiting
my bidding.
Francis" / said softly .
and spoke in German
"Francis. don't you know me?"
He was magnificent, strong and
resourceful in his Joy at our meet
ing as he had been in his months
OF weary waiting.
Only his mouth ouivered q little