Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1921-01-21


/ The mob prepared TO go home to bed.
While King Otto stood on the bal
( cony, down below in the crowd an
/ American woman looked up. and sud
denly caught her husband by the arm.
/ Robert" she said, Robert, it is
BObby's little fIlend."
''Nonsense~ he retorted. TITS
rather dramatic, isn't it? Nothing
like this at home! See, they've
crowned him already"
But Bobby's mother looked with the
clear eyes Of most women, and all
+ mothers.
"They have not crowned him." she
said, smiling, with tears in her eyes.
1.-THE absurd little king! They have
forgotten to take off his paper crown"
=
The dead king lay in state in the
royal chapel. Tall candles burned at
his head and feet, set in long black
standards. His Uniform lay at his
feet, his cap, his sword. The flag of
his country was draped across him. He
looked very rested.
In a small private chapel nearby
lay old Adelbert. They could not do
him too much honor. He, too, looked
rested, and he, too, was covered by
the flag, and no one would have
guessed that a part of him had died
long before, and lay buried on a bat
tlefie,d. 1t was, unfortunately, his old
uniform that he wore. They had add
ed his regimental flag to the national
one, and on 1t they had set his shabby
cap. He, too, might hase been king.
There were candles 1T his head and
feet, also; but alas, he had now no
sword.
Thus it happened that old Adelbert
the traitor lay in state in the palace,
and that monks, in long brown robes,
Nnelt and prayed by him. Perhaps he
needed their prayers. But perhaps, in
the great accounting, things are bal
aHcod IN, the good AGAINST the bad. In
that case, who knows?
The palace mournoa and the palace
reioiced Eaockel had told what he
knew and the leaders Of the terrorists
were in prison. Some, in nigh places,
would be hanged with a silken cord,
IS was their due. And others would
be estheticaliy disposed Of. The way
was not vet clear ahead, but the crisis
was passed and safely.
Early in the evening. soon after he
had appeared on the balcony, the court
had sworn fealty 70 Otto the Ninth.
He had stood on the dais in the throne
room, very Iauch washed and brushed
by that time, and the ceremony had
taken place. Such q shout from re-
lloved throats as went up, such clat-
ter as swords We're drawn from scab-
bards and held upright in the air.
"Otto!" they cried And again,
lotto"
The little king had turned quite pale
with excitement.
Late in the evening Milky Larisch
went to the council room. The coun-
eli had dispersed and Mettlich sat
alone. When Milky was announced he
frowned. Then, very family, he
smiled. But he W. stern enough when
the young soldier entered. Milky
came to the point at once.
a have come" he said, ito know
what / am to do, Sig"
"Do?" asked the chancellor, coldly.
whether the crown-whether the
king is safe or not" said Milky, look
ing logged and not at all now like the
picture of his mother. 81 am guilty of
of all thar happened"
The chancellor had meant to be very
hard. But he had come through q
great deal, and besides, he saw some
thing Milky did not mean him to see
He was used to reading men. He saw
that the boy had come to the breaking
point.
"Slt down." he said, "and tell me
about it."
But Milky would not sit. He stood
looking straight ahead, and told the
story. He left nothing out, the scene
on the roof, his broken promise.
although" he added, his only word
Of extenuation, God knows / tried to
keep it."
Then the message from Countess
Loschek, and his long wait in her bou-
doir, to return to the thing he had
found. As he went on, the chancellOr's
hand touched a button.
Bring here at once Countess Los
chek." he said, to The servant who