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"I believe you, Carl Re I have ood God will unravel the snarl"

"Or forget it," cynically "Good-by, Ludwig"

There was a hand-clasp, and the mountaineer took himself off The clock-mender philosophically reached for his tools He had wasted tih over retrospection; he determined to occupy hi the clocks about him All at once a volume of ht and thin, booms deep and vibrant But the clock-mender bent over his work; all he was conscious of was the eternal tick-tock! tick-tock! on and on, without cessation

Car he had ridden out almost to the frontier and was now on his return As he passed through the last grove of pines and ca the picture was exquisite; the three , the city shining white and fairylike in theribbon of a road He sighed, and the horse cocked his ears at the sound

No longer did Car rides That was the favored going of her highness, and he avoided her now In truth, he dared notas she had been free his presence had caused no co the nobles at court It chafed hiarded as a har in that class There was a wild strain in hi to learn that for a second time her princess had been stolen, and that there was a vacancy in the American consulate How many times had he been seized with the mad desire to snatch the bridle of her horse and ride aith her into a far country! How often had his arms started out toward her, only to drop stiffly to his sides!

March hares! They were Solons as compared with his own futileof Jugendheit; it was in the order of things that he ride alone He knew that court etiquette dearde from male escort other than that forroouards were not, of course, to be considered So, of the , he went down to theto a close; or rode out to the frontier, or took the side road to Eissen, where the su had sos