Evening star., 1937-12-26
Mosozins Ssetie"

is declining and the great thing is to
slide with it. Hoheit could 60 into part
nership without it being known. He
would merely bring his friends to
Birkenbach; where his friends 60, all
who have money would follow. There
would be profit in it for Hoheit. And -
Hoheit could always be Meyers guest
at Birkenbach."
Meyer" said his Highness. that
is capital idea - Have you. by the
way. another drop of this brandy?"
And it was. indeed, a capital idea
for his Highness. whose debts were
numerous, whose tastes were extrav-
agant and whose income was nil.
But" said his Highness nobly, Il
shall not be what you call sleeping
partner. Nor merely an eating part
ner. You offer me double opportun-
ity: not only to join in an enterprise
which has, l am assured, every pros
pect of financial success, but to join
that class which will be the next ruling
class of Germany.
Because, my dear friend. it must
be obvious to you who 80 well under
stand the lessons of history, that we
emerge upon new age. into a new era
- the epoch of the Industrialist. the
Merchant Prince and the highly
placed Bureaucrat Was not Florence
once governed by the most splendid.
the most significant of princes who
was II if | recollect correctly-a
banker? May not Germany yet be gov.
erned by vendor of foods? Meyer"
- for by now the Prince had had his
fourth brandy IL embrace you as
an artist, and as business man. men,
Der Of the new noblesse" And Meyer
accepted the embrace with dignity.
Only Minna. peeking through the
door. went away in great confusion.
In the year 1929 sleek motor cars
rested at the edges of BirkenbaCh's
green lawn. Under the crystal chan
deliers OF the scarlet and gold salon.
fifty small tables glistened Whitley.
They overflowed into the cOnserva-
tory, amongst ferns and palms and
pots of Albenreikcheu Frau Meyer, in
a dress from Molyneaux. said good
day prettily in three languages.
Americans looked dadmiringly around
the glittering room. and whispered to
each other. ITS real baronial estate:
the former owner was rich aristocrat.
think Count Won Meyerdorf.
Englishmen said to their fellow
guests, Absolutely the only place in
Germany where the food is incompar-
able" Occasionally. even rich Junk
er, corseted into his ancient uniform.
stood in line haughtily, but patiently,
waiting for table.
Herr Meyer. in his tall white cap,
walks through the corridors of his
kitchen, sometimes pausing to restrain
hand too free with seasoning or too
hurriedly decanting an ancient wine.
His countenance beams.
And into the kitchen springs his
Highness, Prince Altenheim. Meyer"
he calls, come here a moment. We
must consult"
In the serving pantry his Highness
shakes an angry fist at an imaginary
opponent and whispers loudly, That
wretched old sponge of a Nicky is here
again. Ordering the most expensive
food, too, and wanting the best wine
on the list. We have got to call halt.
He can't 60 on signing his checks. You
know. Meyer. he will never pay them"
But Prince Nicholas" Meyer
murmurs, aghast. I'VE cannot refuse
credit to Prince of the Blood"
so, you think we cannot" snorts
his Highness. you, Meyer, need only
to watch little Eugen. ] shall go out.
IN k%oo