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The castle of the prince of Doppelkinn rested in the very heart of the

celebrated vineyards Like all German castles I ever saw or heard of,

it was a relic of the Middle Ages, with , useless tower

and battleed hill which was

gashed by a narrow but turbulent stream, in which lurked the rainbow

trout that lured the lazy

us shall cast a stone at the lazy h to run about Europe next year, as like as not you will be

home the "Doppelkinn" post-card

More than once I have wandered about the castle's interior, cavernous

and alleries of ancient areon-keeps, or loitered to soliloquize in the glooment

chamber How time wars upon custom! In olden tiht go into a detailed history of the Doppelkinns, only it would be

absurd and unnecessary, since it would be inappreciable under the name

of Doppelkinn, which happens to be, as doubtless you have already

surmised, a name of mine own invention I could likewise tell you how

the ancient dukes of Barscheit fought off the insidious flattery of

Napoleon, only it is a far interest, and Barscheit is siain seek a diploovernment would have for its representative a teller

of tales out of school?