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always"
"Exactlyw said the chancellor. II
was the very pitch of the kings dry
old voice. '"Of course she knows, be.
ing a woman. And now, good night"
But long after Milky had gone he sat
in the darkness. Ee felt old and tired
and hypocrite. The boy would not
forget as he himself had not forgot
ten.
Peter Niburg was shot at dawn the
next morning. He went, coward, to
his death, held between two guards
and CRYING piteously. But he died o
"Thank you all very much" he said.
at is very beautiful gift. l admire
it very much. l should like to keep
it on my desk, but l suppose it is too
valuable. Thank you very much"
The spokesman hoped that it might
be arranged that he keep 1t on his
desk, an ever-present reminder of the
love of his city. To this the chancellor
observed that 1t would be arranged,
and the affair was over. To Obviate
the difficulty of having the delegation
back down fle long room, 1t was the
crown prince who departed first, with
the chancellor.
Late in the afternoon the king sent
for Prince Ferdinand William Otto.
He had not left his bed since the day
he had placed the matter of Hedwig's
marriage before the council, and now
Il No
/ There were times between sleeping
and waking when he fancied he had
already gone, and that only his weary
body on the bed remained. At such
times he saw Hubert, only strangely
enough, not as q man grown, but as
small boy again; and his queen, but
as she had looked many years before,
when he married her, and when at last,
after months of married wooing, she
had crept willing into his arms.
So, awakening from a doze, he saw
the boy there, and called him Hubert.
Prince Ferdinand William Otto, feel
ing rather worried, did the only thing
he could think Of He thrust his warm
hand into his grandfather's cropping
one, and the touch of his soft flesh
reused the king.
The sister left them together, and
in her small room dropped on her
knees before the holy image.
In the kings bed chamber Prince
Ferdinand William Otto sat on high
chair, and talked, but he viewed his
grandfather with alarm. His aunt had
certainly intimated that his running
away had made the king worse. And
he looked very III.
I'm awfully sorry, grandfather" he
said.
For whatT'
''That l went away the other day.
sir"
ut was, after all, natural thing
to do"
The crown prince could hardly be-
lieve his ears.
"If 1t could only be arranged safely
"a little freedom" The king lay
still with closed eyes.
Prince Ferdinand William Otto felt
uneasy. But 1 am very comfortable,
and-and happy. he FASTENED to say.
''You are, please, not to worry about
me, sir"
The king still held his hand, but
o. he said nothing. There were many
things he wanted to say. He had gone
| crooked where this boy must go
straight. He had erred, and the boy
| must avoid his errors. He had cher.
ished enmties, and in his age they
cherished him. And now
"May I ask you a question, sir?"
'What is it?"
"Will you tell me about Abraham
! Lincoln?"
!. "Why?" The king was awake
! enough now. He fixed the crown
! prince with keen eyes.
"Well, Miss Braithwaite does not
/ care for him. She says he was not
+ great man, not as great as Mr.. Glad.
! Stone, anyhow. But Bobby-that's the
boy I met; I told you about him-he
says he was the greatest man who
ever lived"
"And Who" asked the king, "do you
regard as the greatest manP
Prince Ferdinand William Otto
fdgeted, but he answered brayely
/ .'You, sir"
'Humph"' The king lay still, smil
Ing slightly. ''Well," he observed
there are, of course, other opinions
as to that. However-Abraham Lin.
coin was very great man. A
dreamer, a visionary, but a great man
/ You might ask Miss Braithwaite tc
teach youths Gettysburg address, II
is rather a model as to speech making.
although it contains doctrines that
well, you'd better learn it"
eyes, sir" said Prince Ferdinand
William Otto. he hoped /. was moi
very long.
"Otto" said the king suddenly, "dc
you ever look at your fathers pic
tureT
"Not always" ~ 7fr'~ 'WV~
"Yeu might-look at 1t now and
then. I'd like you to do it."
eyes, sir" ~
CHAPTER XIII,
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The Gate of the Moon.
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