Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-09-05
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| land of his birth, education, aims,
aspirations.
when [ was twelve" he said, Il
had known already the happiness of
| the battle-Shock against kurd, Mon
| goI, and Tartar. At eighteen my am
bition was to slap the faces of three
human monsters. L told everybody
that l was making arrangements to
do this, and L started for Brusa aft
| er my first monster-Fehim Effenqi
but the vail telegraphed to the
| grand vizier, and the grand vizier
ran to Abdul the Damned, and Alb
dull yelled for Sir Nicholas O'Con
nor; and they caught me in the Pera
palace and handed me oyer to my
| embassy"
I Neeland shouted with laughter:
Who were the other monsters?'
| he asked.
The other two whose counte-
nances L desired to slap? Oh, one
was Abdul Houda, the sultan's star
reader, who chartered about my
Dark Star horoscope in the Yildiz.
And the other was the sultan"
! "Who?"
Abdul Hamid."
What! You wished to slap his
| face?"
Certainly. But Kutchuk Said and
!
accompanied by gendarmes.
You'd have lost your life" re-
! marked Neeland.
| yes. But then war would surely
| have come, and today my Emperor
would have held the Dardanelles
where the Turkish flag is now flying
over German guns and German gun
nerS."
He shook his head:
muttered; Should have pulled
in Turkey is 'Yasak' except what
Germans do and say; and God knows
we are farther than ever from st.
thinking so much, old fellow. Did
you ever drink German champagne" %
81 believe not
Come on, then. You shall drink
several gallons and never feel it.
It's the only thing German 1 could
| ever swallow"
prince Erik, you have had con-
siderable refreshments already"
"Copain, ten fails pas"
The spectacle of two young fell
lows in evening dress, in a friendly
tug-of-war under the lamp-posts of
| the, Boulevard, amused the passing
populace; and Sengoun, noticing this,
was inclined to mount a boulevard
bench and address the wayfarers,
but Neeland pulled him down and
persuaded him into a quieter street.
the rue Wilma.
There's a German place, now"
exclaimed Sengoun, delighted.
And Neeland, turning to look. per
ceiVed the Illuminated sign of the
Cafe des Bulgars.
German champagne had now be-
come Sengoun's fixed idea; nothing
could dissuade him from it, nothing
persuade him into homeWard bound
taxi. So Neeland, with rather hazy
tered the cafe with Sengoun; and
they seated themselves on q leather
wall-lounge before one of the num-
erous marb1e-topped tables.
"Listen," he said in a low voice to
his companion, this is German
we say. I'm not any too prudent
and I may forget this; but don't
you!"
quite right, old fellow" replied
Sengoun, giving him an owlish look.
'rI must never forget I'm a diplomat
among these sales Boches--
"Be careful, Sengoun! That ex-
preston is not diplomatic"
Careful is the word, mon vieux,"
returned the other loudly and cheer
kopeks, and two sous that 1 go over
there and kiss the cashier
mo! Be a real diplomat, Sen
goun!'
I'm sorry you feel that way, Nee
land, because she's unusually pretty.
And we might establish a triple en-
Helen to quadruple it. Aha! Here
is our German champagne! Posi-
lively the only thing German Rus-
sian can--
Listen! This won't do. People
are looking at U.s.
Right, old fellow-always right!
You know, Neeland, this friendship
delightful, and most inspiring ex-
perience of my life. Here's full
goblet to our friendship! Hurrah!
AS for Enver Pasha, may Erik seize
him."
After they had honored the toast,
Sengoun loked about him pleasantly
receptive, ready for any eVentuallty.
| And observing no symptoms of any
eventuality whatever, he suggested
creating one.
Dear comrade," he said, 81 think
1 shall arise and make an incendIary
address"
"No"
Very we'll, if you feel that way
about it But there is another way to
render the evening. agreeable. You
see that sideboard?" he continued,
pointing to a huge carved buffet piled
| to the ceiling with porcelain and
| crystal What will you wager that
can not push it over with one
| hand?"
But Neeland declined the wager
with an impatient gesture, and kept
| his eyes riveted on man who had
! just entered the cafe. He could see
| only the strangers well-groomed
| Loo n q
man turned to seat himself, Neeland
was not surprised to find himself
looking at Doc Curfoot.
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