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I am not English, I am sorry to say, but I take advantage of the Entente Cordiale. You haf given me much pleasure in watching you." The stranger bowed as he spoke, and produced his card. "Allow me," he continued, as he presented it to Bob. "Thank you, Count von Weimer," replied Bob, as he read the card. "It is very kind of you."

Langham said he did not think the people would tramp five miles into the country seeking vengeance. There was an American man-of-war lying in the harbor of Truxillo, a seaport of the republic that bounded Olancho on the south, and Clay was in favor of sending to her captain by Weimer, the Consul, and asking him to anchor off Valencia, to protect American interests.

This first piece of gold is now in the possession of Mrs. Weimer, and weighs six pennyweights eleven grains. The piece was given to her by Marshall himself. The dam was finished early in January, the frame for the mill also erected, and the flume and bulkhead completed.

"Early in February the exact day is not remembered in the morning, after shutting off the water, Marshall and Weimer walked down the race together to see what the water had accomplished during the night. Having gone about twenty yards below the mill, they both saw the piece of gold before mentioned, and Marshall picked it up.

"But I'm glad Weimer was here to take care of you." "It was just a trifle hot and noisy," said Miss Langham, smiling sweetly. She put her hand to her forehead with an expression of patient suffering. "It made my head ache a little, but it was most interesting." She added, "You are certainly to be congratulated on your work."

The windows and the roofs of each legation were crowded with women and children who had sought refuge there, and the column halted as Weimer, the Consul, and Sir Julian Pindar, the English Minister, came out, bare-headed, into the street and beckoned to Clay to stop. "As our Minister was not here," Weimer said, "I telegraphed to Truxillo for the man-of-war there.

The often-repeated anecdote of the Yankee stage-driver who asked of the Duke of Saxe Weimer, "Are you the man that wants an extra coach?" and on being answered in the affirmative, said, "Then I am the gentleman to drive you," is an illustration of what is going on continually around us.

It was the man who had called himself Count von Weimer an Alsatian whose sympathies were so strongly French, and who had come to Cornwall for peace. The simplicity, and yet the audacity, of his action made Bob wonder. Forgetful of the fact that he was playing the part of an eavesdropper, he sat still, and listened.

"You know as much about him as I," replied Bob; "evidently he wanted to be friendly." "What did you say he was called?" asked the Admiral. "Count von Weimer, Château Villar, Alsace, and Continental Club, London," said Bob, reading the card. "Von Weimer is a good name," said the Admiral, "and the Continental is a good club; I've been there several times. I shall be civil to him if I meet him again.

"Mendoza has the place completely barricaded," Weimer warned him, "and he has three field pieces covering each of these streets. You and your men are directly in line of one of them now. He is only waiting for you to get a little nearer before he lets loose." From where he sat Clay could count the bars of the iron fence in front of the grounds.