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AXZIG, July S. (Special Corre
spondence.) Friedrlch T nr.eim,
Crown Prince of Germany, is In
love. For a married man -with four
children this is serious, and Lang
fuhrs natives, near here, are amazed.
Langfuhrians are not censorious and
they tolerate ordinary peccadilloes, but
Friedrich 'Wilhelm's case is unexam
pled. He is in love with his -wife.
Crown Princess Cecilie, and all Lang
fuhr. Danrlg and East Prussia knows
the news.
When Friedrich Wllhelm was sent to
Randy Langfuhr to command the
Death's Head Hussars, people punned
tlresomely: "Not Langfuhr but Lang
weil." "Langweil" means tedium, and
the punneTS meant that a Prince who
needs theaters, races and cocktails
would die of boredom. Friedrich Wll
helm merely returned his unvarying
smile, while his pretty wife beamed.
For the affectionate pair scented In
rural Langfuhr raw material for a
second honeymoon, far from heartless
Berlin, where rigid police rules for-
bld you flaunting abroad your marital
affection.
The heir, said the l"cal "Nachrich
ten" soon after, has coma here for
give our vulgarity to spoon. When
Langfuhr's residents, it added, see in
the twilight a slim youth walking
down a lime-fringed alley with an arm
round someone else's waist, they go
home and report that they've seen the
future Kaiser.
Naturally these revelations disillu
sion those who hold the heir's occupa
tion should be war not love and that
he should be scheming to outwit
Pacificist Bethmann-Hollweg and raid
Great Britain. Instead, the uxorious
Prince does little at Langfuhr but plot
means to rejoice his six years' bride.
"Our Fatherlands' Ideal lover-husband,"
says again the local "Nachrich
ten." With papa's Ingenuity, it adds,
the Crown Prince has devised the dish.
"Lomard a la princesse Cecilie," built
up of lobster, mayonnaise sauce, truf
fles, salted cucumber and parsley.
When the Princess arrived at Lang
fuhr she found a surprise in the shape
of a St. Cecilia music-room, adorned
with pictures of the patron, saint of
harmony.
There were copies of. F.aphael's Bo
logna St. Cecilia, of Domenico's Louvre
Cecilia, of his San Lulgi de Frances!
frescoes and others. And on last St
Cecilia's Day, which falls in November,
there was a little Cecilia luncheon
homard a la princesse Cecilia and other
things.
It annoyed the Kaiserin, a rigid Lu
theran, who distrusts saints equally
with Socialists and is not quite sure
wherein they differ. So that with her
birthday celebrations and her name
day celebrations and her "saint and
martyr's day," slim Princess Cecilie
has a very bearable time..
The scene of the imperial second
honeymoon is Villa Dlppe, Langfuhr
a comfortable, smallish house, in style
resembling the undistinguished sub
urban palaces of any big city. As it
originally had no park for love-sick
couples to get love-sick in, two ad
joining gardens have been tacked on
to th small grounds. For receptions.
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Villa Dlppe has only two small rooms
and one is full of the Prince's Indian
trophies. But when Summer comes, re
ceptions can be held in the Ollva Pal
ace, close by, which is too damp, for
permanent abode.
For a honeymoon couple Villa Dippe
has merits. It has darkling woods,
sandy desolations where pine-trees
overhang a tideless sea, desirable se
questered spots where lovers may flee
the vulgar eye and still more desirable
spots where they can keep in the eye
of the vulgar.
Friedrich Wilhelm for the most part
scorns to love secretly. Few days
pass that ho does not loiter, arm in
arm with his wife, along the lime-tree
road from Langfuhr to Oliva. The
lovers make for the palace orchard and
vanish among the budding apple trees.
Danzig's professors of the etiquette are
scandalized. Their Imperial Highness,
they groan, break the Irrefragable
rule that royalties shall appear with
aides-de-camp and Hof Frauleins. The
Imnerial Highness, hint the professors.
violate etiquette because they want to
whisper graceful nothings which would
sound absurd to frigid ladies-in-wait-lng
and dluillusioned aides-de-camp.
And sometimes Prince enud Princess
arrive in an automobile and march
off fondly on foot, leaving a yawn-
rhuiiffenr to flap his arms ana
ing
princess for
wish that he too had
a wife.
Wheresoever Friedrich Wilhelm goes,
thither also goes Crown Princess Ce
cilie. Even when he "works." But the
Prince appears so seldom in the regi
mental commander's office that his
coming causes surprise. Instead, he
pays the barracks so many "surprise
visits," that the soldiers are surprised
when he does not pay one. Along
with him comes faithful "Frau. Kegl
mentskommandeur," tastes the war
riors' leathery bread and asks if they
like it. The flattered warriors swear
that they do like it and secretly pray
that "Frau Reglmentskommandeur
may send them a plate of "Homard a
la princesse Cecilie."
When this loving pair are partea,
they wither and pine and lose their
charm. Friedrich Wilhelm looks like
a soldier, somewhat puffed up like Im
perial papa, not ft little ancestor Fred
erick the Great. And Crown Princess
Cecilie dons a tired, petulant, mother-of-four-children
air. But their smiles
irradiate the landscape the moment
they meet They are infantile, ex
pansive smiles, in no way related to
the scientific, gracious grins of Europ's
other royalties. They have been born,
not made; and they beam forth con
stantly, ever the same, whether all
Danzig is watching or whether the
only sight-seerer is some rustic Paul
Pry, who crouches in a ditch In the hope
of seeing Germony's future War Lord
snatching a modest kiss.
Altogether it is a Daphnis and Chloe
idyll and disillusioned Langfuhr is
pleased to see romance restored to the
wizened earth. It Is so pleased that
it condones the blot on the romance
that the two are respectably married.
So when they appeared at a local pro
duction of "Rosenkavalier." all East
Prussia turned up to greet them. As
usual Prince and Princess beamed their
Ineffaceable smile and when Crown
Princess Cecilie dropped her glove, two
bald heads so collided in picking it n
that aches resigned in Denzig a week
thereafter.
So pleasant has it all proved that
the pair have planned more delights of
the same sort after the Prince is re
leased from Langfuhr. The Crown
Prince has long sighed for a more
modern dwelling than the marble pal
ace at Potsdam, which was built over a
century ago. Architects reported that
to modernise it satisfactorily would
cost an enormous sum. So a new
home fs to be built overlooking the
Jugfern Lake. It will be an Imposing
place with ample accommodation for
the royal couple, there secretaries and
employees. But above all the Crown
Princess is bent on making it home
like and snug inside and convenient
for lovers' strolls outside. To this
end she goes personally from time to
time, to superintend the architect and
landscape gardeners, fortified by the
experience of her pleasand Langfuhi
days.
the ranchr asks the
speculated som as to whether it was a
grand Jury Indictment, a family row,
or Just a plain case of embezzlement
but we never got any satisfaction out
of him. That is. he didn't volunteer
any details, and I reckon a man would
come about as near questioning htm
as he would to asking the Sphinx for
the time o' day.
Some of the boys got kind of preju
diced against him because he carried
a little, testament and would get it out
and read It nights and mornings. Nat
urally you don't expect a man to oe
strong on religion who has to leave
his right name back East for safe
keeping and borrow a nom de plume to
write on the fly-leaf of his Bible. Of
course, in this country it's bad taste to
be too critical, but that sort of thing
gives' a man a bad start
"However, the boys soon otfim
see William's religion wasu 1 -bluff.
First off. we laid a trap for
him, and every morning when he went
out to hook up his four-mule team one
of the boys hung around within hear
ing. I reckon If there is anything on
earth that can rasp a man's temper it's
lining up four of those warty little dod
tailed Jinnies before breakfast But our
.h.mn didn't bring results. Whatever
William mav have thought about muies,
he didn't say it in the usual way, at
least One morning I watched him
hitch the whole four and start off with
out breaking the tune of "Lead, Kindly
i.irtt hi. waa whistling. After that
we eave it up.
When he got his first month s pay
William sent a letter off to rnoenix.
and in a few days we got notice 01 a
box of express at Cave Creek. For- a
man to send for a box by express on
payday is usually an Interesting coin
cidence, and we were a little uncertain
about it William was away for a week
on the north range, and hadn t lert any
orders about the box. Finally one of
the boys drove down after it He came
back disappointed. The box dion 1 nave
any glass neck sticking out of the top
as usual. It was square all around,
and marked 'books.'
"William put his books up on the
shelf In the cook shack and invited us
all to help ourselves. There wasn't any
great rush after we had read over the
titles. Most of them had names, that
a man would have to get explained to
him so he would know what he was
reading about One or two was In
some dago language. There was one
book, by that man Emerson, that I did
read a good bit of. The only trouble
with him is you have to keep thinking
hard all the time to keep up with. him.
I never could read him more than a
half hour without having to take a nap
to rest my think apparatus. But Will
lam would pore over that book by the
K.i.r. On Sundays he could take a
Arizona, Naturally, wil hammock, and v Xew; of tho.a haok
UD THOMPSON, foreman 01 mo
Lazy H ranch, acknowledged my
reauest for a bed by a nod in the
general direction of the bunk room, and
resumed his reading beside the soot
etreaked lamp. Across the table the
title of the pamphlet he hld stood out
distinctly. I could not refrain from a
derisive whistle. Bud laid the pamphlet
on the table and slipped a little lower
In his chair.
"I suppose you are wondering why
I am reading that sort of literature,
eh? If you're- not In a hurry about
turning in. I'U tell you about it
"It all started with a cow hand we
had named William not Bill, nor Billy
Just William. I remember the day
he blew In on the Overland from the
East I was loafing around the super
intendent's office in Cave Creek, when
he came in looking for a Job. The sup.
gave him one look and shook his head.
I don't need any office help now he
says.
" "How about
stranger.
"The boss looks him over sharp, from
his black derby and fat peachy cheeks
down his 40-inch waist to his straight
legs and soft kid shoes. For a moment
he hesitated, and I knew what was in
his mind he was trying to get a men
tal picture of that figure doubled up
In six inches of 'dobs dust helping to
wrangle a range yearling.
- -How about it Bud,' he asks, turn
ing to me. "have we any place this
puntlpman could fill?
-v eidn't miss the sarcasm In his
words, and I knew my cue was to let
the stranger down easy, but Just men
an idea popped Into my head.
- -That Juan Mexican we've got driv
ing the chuck wagon ought to be fired
again he's getting slack, as usual.
rnlunlprs.
-Th. boss nodded. That's the only
thing we have mule skinning on the
chuck wagon he's getting slack,
usual.' I volunteers.
-I ll take it." says the stranger.
-The superintendent pulled a book
r,r Ma riAsit. 'What name? he
Asks.
"For a moment the stranger hesitat
ed, then he loks the boss straight in
the eve. "Smith William Smith will
do.' he says solemn-like,
The boss nodded. 'All right Will'
- h aiva And William It was
from that day. That's as near as
vr knew anybody come to getting
familiar with him. It wasn't that he
was stuck up was about the humblest
mortal I ever saw but he had a sort
of dignity about him that a man Just
naturally respects.
"Of course. It was a plain case of
having seen better days, but that didn't
.muse any special comment That's
the way many a good man has made
Jala start la
and have more fun than most folks
could with a twenty-dollar bill at
Coney Island.
"It wasn't long till William got his
waist line down so his Sunday clothes
fit him like a bean bag. He began
taking long rides horseback, and once
in a while he would tackle one of the
outlaws out In the corral. He learned
the cowman's trick of how to fall when
he's throwed. and took his punishment
like a man. After a few months of
that his shoulders began to come up
square and his legs to sag like the rest
of us. One day he roped a fresh 3-year-old
buckskin and rode him down
to Cave Creek and asked the boss for
a job on the roundup. He got it and
the Mexican went back on the chuck
wagon.
"I rode range with William for two
years. I sort of took a shine to him,
and I guess the reason was because he
never had much to say. Somehow
there's no place a quUt man fits in bet
ter than out on the open range. Gos
slpln' and talk Is for towns. When a
cowman feels himself bustln' with talk
he sings a few hundred verses of some
fool song to his horse and don't hother
other people.
"All the time you couia see vvuuam
was stuaymg every ouay no mc.
He got to be the best 'mixer' on the
ranch In spite of his quiet ways. He
would ride 20 miles to a scnooinouse
literary or preaching, and he had a
way of getting acquainted and never
making himself conspicuous.
Sometimes when we wouia db na-
lng together he would talk. 'Bud, he
says to me solemn-like one day, 'why
Is it all you men constantly indulge in
profanity when you have no more in
tention of blasphemy than I haver
" 'Well,' I says, after thinking it
over, 'I reckon 11 is u "
raised, most of us, not casting any as
persions on the old folks either. It
seems to be sort of a custom we vo Bul
into. When a man ain't strong on
rhetoric he Just punctuates with cuss
words.'
" 'And it never hurts your conscience r
he asks. " ' , I
That was sort of a stunner, i naa
never thought about It that way. I
reckon some of us would be better' off
If we had been brought up like you
was, I answers, no iuuab 0.1.
And I might have been better off u I
had got some of your bringing up,' he
says. "Bud. he goes on humble-like,
'I've lived all my life and never knew
the difference between profanity and
blasnhemy. I've studied since I was
old enough to read I suppose I know
a thousand books and I never knew
one man. When I left school I
had the rule for everytning, i
s-neas. I thought I had, anyhow.
But nobody ever told me how to deal
with the exception that proves tne ruie.
He went on as if he had forgot I was
listening. "I thought I was somebody
in those days. Some one who heard
my senior thesis at college called it
brilliant Somehow, of late I have come
to hate that word. Its always me
brilliant bauble that leads the unwary
astray; It's good-for-nothing iron py
rites that is the bane of every prospec
tor. My folks banked on me to win. I
was to be the big man in the family.
UnderstandT
"He broke off there, and somehow
he didn't seem to get started again.
We rode along for miles without speak
ing, but I guess neither of us changed
the subject We were doing a little
quiet thinking of our own the kind
that don't Just fit Into talk.
"One Spring, February it was, we
were camping on the North Fork, away
up The weather hadn't begun to break
yet and there was still little skiffs of
enow occasionally, and the nights were
stinging cold. One day we met up with
a nester one of those boys with a
prairie schooner and a half-starved
team that's always on the trail look
ing for some Garden of Eden he has
heard of where he can take up a lit
tle land.' ,
"Of course thera wis a .woman along.
and we soon saw they were In trouble
The woman was sick, and they didn t
even have bacon, let alone any ap
petizing grub. We helped them what
we could and told the nester he had
better head for town, but he said his
wife was too sick to move Just then.
"One morning he came hurrying into
camp Just as we were rolling out He
was a thin, bent lime aao, u iiumo
and beard all faded out in the sun, and
now he was crying like a child. He
seemed to pick out William as the one
to e-o to in his trouble. 'Could I get
one of you to go to the nearest town.
he asks, she wants sne waiiLcu uo iy
get a a preacher.'
'"Is your wile worse r x puu iu.
" 'It ain't her,' he says, 'she died last
nio-ht ftr -the little one came. She
was afraid it might go too I promised
her I would have it Daptizea ioaay.
She was funny about religion, mat
way.' He sort of choked up. 'I don't
know, as you can make It I'm afraid
the little feller Is going too.
"I hadn't been noticing William, but
I happened to glance at mm as tne
stranger finished. He was stanaing
nVAr thA little -man with his fists
clenched and sweat pouring down his
face. I never before nor since saw such
a look on a human countenance. All
at once his expression cnangeo. xie
laid his hand. on the bent trembling
shoulder before him.
" 'I am a minister of the gospel,' he
says, solemn.
"I have often wondered about that
speech of William's. To us who had
known' him all along and never sus
pected him of being a parson, some
how it seemed the most natural thing
in the world. Even as he stood there
in his old, battered sombrero and flan
nel shirt and chaps It wasn't hard to
understand why he had always been
sort of one apart, and no one had ever
crossed the line. In spite of his gentle
ways.
"I suppose that was one of the
strangest baptisms ever performed.
William took the water from his big
canteen, and the cook scoured up one
of his dough pans for a baptismal font
They laid the little red-faced chap on
a blanket under the pinons, and then
we took off our hats and stood around
awkward while William went through
the little ceremony. Somehow I had
never heard William's voice sound Just
like It did when he finished that about
Suffer the little children to come unto
Me.'
"The nester was right the little
chap didn't live. William had Btayed
with them, and along about midnight
he came Into camp and rolled up be
side me. 'Bud,' he says, 'we've got to
lay off tomorrow. We've got two bury
Ings up on the Fork and and I've
got to preach the funeral.'
"There was something in his tone
that I couldn't get away from. It
seemed to Bort of haunt me . so I
couldn't sleep, and I must have laid
for hours looking up at the stars. Wil
liam was pounding around beside me,
and I knew there was no sleep ahead
for him. Finally. I couldn't hold In any
longer.
" William.' I says, 1 ain't curious
about what's your private business, but
I think you better tell me about this
thing, whatever it is.'
"He was quiet for a long time. "No
not now he says finally, 'I want you
to help me Judge.'
"The next day we held the funeral,
out under the blazing sun in the sand,
and left a little monument of stones
to mark the spot
"I am not much of a Judge of ser
mons, but somehow that talk of Wil
liam's seemed to get to my vitals.
Maybe It was partly the picture of
that poor, bent faded-out little man
going on toward the promised land
leaving his own that way. But some
how, it seemed to me William was
preaching a little more than a funeral
sermon. Now and then a note crept in
that seemed to have a meaning of its
own a sort of plea like the cry of a
lost soul. There was more than one
cow puncher that shed some good hon
est tears that day and wasn't
ashamed, of it neither. I don't know
whether the rest of them understood,
but when William finished, I knew I
had looked into a man's soul and had
seen things laid bare that no power In
earth nor hell could drag from most
"""After the service William beckoned
to me, and we rode away by ourselves.
Bud,' he says, 'I am not going to
bother you with theology, the theory
of atonement, and. all that-but do
you suppose the Lord would take me
backr I looked at him close for a
minute, a sudden feeling coming over
me that after all, William's case might
be Just plain insanity.
"Take you back?' I queries.
"'Bud he says, looking me square
In the eye. '10 years ago I startad to
redeem the world or to do my share of
lt-and I failed failed miserably, ut
terly. I was sent from one church
to another always a poorer one.' He
paused as if trying to comprehend the
bitterness of the memory. 'Do you
suppose the Lord wants a man back
who was too proud to faij, and hadn't
the spunk to tight; who ran away
like a miserable craven and who
swore before his God he would never
preach again.'
"I knew it wasn't advice he wanted
so much as sympathetic listening. We
rode along for two hours, him doing
most of the talking, his ideas milling
around like a herd on a stampede.
When we came back in the evening he
got out his testament and read that
parable about the prodigal son. 'Bud,'
he says, 'if words can brand a man.
I reckon I've got that story seared into
my soul.' I tried to head him off,
knowing it wasn't good for his peace
of mind to run on that way, but he
kept it up. 'Bud,' he goes on, "when
that little, miserable nester came to
me with his trouble yesterday, some
thing seemed to go out of me since
then I've known it didn't matter about
me. I don't want the fatted calf. I've
lived on the husks of humility these
three years they are good enough for
me but do you suppose he wants me
back ?' And then he would thresh
it out all over again.
"When we turned in for the night
he was still thoughtful and troubled.
Along toward morning I felt a hand on
my shoulder and heard William'a voice
in my ear.
" 'Bud,' he says, his voice low ana
tense, 'I have my answer.'
"I am not naturally religious nor
emotional myself, and I guess I don't
understand those things, but I wUl al
ways remember those word of Wil
liam's. Somehow, I have always felt
like I'd had a peep Into the gardens
and promised lands he talked about
and had shared the great triumph in
the life of a man who had come
through tribulations to a place close
up to the throne.
"That's why this annual report of
the Rock River Methodist Conference
of Ohio is popular literature around
here. I know what you want to ask
what all us worldly minded people
are always thinking about It's funny
how things work out. It's been five
years- since he went back, and now,
when it wouldn't matter a bit to W II
llam where he was put they have gone
and loaded on to him the biggest
church In the district."
(Copyright by Shortstory Pub. Co.)
Proof of an Old Adaffe.
The "First Cornet Band of Plain
vllle" was giving its regular Satur
day night concert on the four corners,
just previous to calling on the mer
chants for their weekly payments on
the subscriptions for the new Instru
ments. .
The bass drummer, who was the 10
ca' cooper, in an absent-minded mo
ment busted a bole in one side of his
instrument but kept on the Job.
Hi Hlgley, who was among the as
sembled populace, listened on for a
while after the accident and said the
music was proof to him of the truth
of the old saying that two heads are
better than one. Judge,