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She worked for Germany and for the Service Bureau in Brussels. A few years ago it was announced in the European newspapers that a woman known as Olga Bruder had committed suicide in a hotel at Memel on the Russian border. Fraulein Bruder had been sent after the plans of a Russian fort.

If Heine read Loeben's ballad and saga in "Urania für 1821," he could thereby have learned also of Schreiber's Rheinsagen, for, by a peculiar coincidence for our purpose, Brockhaus discusses these in the introduction in connection with a tragedy by W. Usener, entitled Die Brüder, and based upon one of Schreiber's Sagen.

"So you haf come back, Herr Orlando," said this lady. "I hope you haf brought them two weeks' rent you owe me." "All in good time, Mrs. Schlessinger," said Orlando. "But you see I have brought some one with me." "Is he your bruder now?" asked the lady. "No, he is not, unfortunately for me. His name is " Orlando coughed. "Philip Brent," suggested our hero. "Just so Philip Brent."

The countenances round him turned sinister, but not idly, negatively sinister: they grew dark with purpose. He suddenly recalled the face of Bruder Kalkmann in the corridor earlier in the evening. The motives of their secret souls rose to the eyes, and mouths, and foreheads, and hung there for all to see like the black banners of an assembly of ill-starred and fallen creatures.

Later reports from Danzig revealed the fact that she had become enamored with a sectional chief of the Russian Service and that she was about to give up everything to him. So Olga Bruder committed suicide. She was poisoned. As for Lieutenant von Zastrov, an ex-army officer in the German Secret Service, he was killed in a duel. Zastrov was suspected of flirting with Russian agents only suspected.

Bruder I would like to see her?" "Dis is Mrs. Bruder," was the answer. Then Christine noticed the letter, and the half-effaced traces of emotion, and her heart misgave her; but she nerved herself to say, "I came to see your husband's picture." "It is dere," was the brief reply.

He comes! He comes; Bruder Asmodelius comes!" His voice rose to a chant. And the sound of that name, for some extraordinary reason, was terrible utterly terrible; so that Harris shook from head to foot as he heard it. Its utterance filled the air like soft thunder, and a hush came over the whole room.

In a tone of suppressed excitement, which he tried in vain to render steady, Mr. Bruder said: "You haf der advantage of me, sir. I know not your name. Vat is more, I am not fit for bissiness dis night. Indeed, I haf important bissiness elsewhere. You must excuse me," he added, sternly, advancing toward the door with the picture. "Pardon me, Mr. Bruder," said Dennis, politely.

And Christine, with a face like a peony, snatched up the youngest little Bruder, saying, "It is time these sleepy children were in bed"; but the doctor and the Leonards went off again and again in uncontrollable fits of laughter, in which Dennis could not refrain from joining, though he wished the unlucky Cronk a thousand miles away.

He now had two guns, and Ben Ripley none. Then the Seneca advanced, a weapon in either hand, and, presenting himself in front of the amazed group, exclaimed "Huh! how do, bruder? how do sister?" Ben Ripley sprang up as if shot, and his startled mother, with a gasp of affright, turned her head.