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The loving old tante could not hold out. She, too, was weeping, and she added her supplications to Yolanda's. "Do what she asks, father only this once," said Frau Kate. "Only this once," pleaded Yolanda, turning her tear-moistened eyes upon the helpless burgher. "I suppose I must surrender," exclaimed Castleman, rising from his chair.
We were all nearly exhausted, and our poor mules staggered along the streets hardly able to carry their burdens another step. Two had fallen a half-league outside of Metz; and three others fell with their loads within the city gates. Castleman had determined to stop with a merchant friend, and after what seemed a long journey from the gates we halted at the merchant's house.
"Doan' you know they granddaddy done pick cottin in de fiel' 'long o' me?" But while her father was picking cotton, Sallie Ann had looked after her complexion and her figure, and had married a rising young merchant. Now he was the wealthy proprietor of a chain of "nigger stores," and his wife was the possessor of the most dreaded tongue in Castleman County.
Her expression was animated, and her great brown eyes danced like twinkling stars on a clear, moonless night. The young women entered the house, and we saw nothing more of them for several days. When we met Castleman, he gladly engaged our services to Peronne, having heard from Franz of our adventures in the Black Forest.
Samuel Castleman of Louisville. Under the direction of Mrs. E. L. Hutchinson of Lexington a plan to raise money for an ambulance to be named in honor of Miss Laura Clay, the pioneer suffragist, was successfully carried through.
To my surprise she answered promptly: "She in blue with a falcon on her shoulder. Am I not right, uncle?" "Yes," responded Castleman. Twonette confirmed the statement. My air-castles fell noiselessly about my head. My dreams vanished like breath from a cold mirror, and the sphinx-like face of my great riddle rose before me in defiance.
I answered promptly, though against my desires: "You may depend on us." At midnight I was aroused by a knock at my door. I arose and admitted Castleman. "I will take you at your word, Sir Karl," said the burgher. "I cannot obtain sumpter mules, and I shall be ruined in fortune if I leave my silks at Metz. I have had word that the Duke of Burgundy leaves Ghent the day after to-morrow for Peronne.
To this girl I had thought to be gracious, and had feared that I might be too condescending. I then realized what a pitiable ass a man may make of himself by giving his whole time and attention to the task. Of course I was not sure that Yolanda was the princess. Her father, spoken of by Castleman, might be, and probably was, a great lord in the duke's train.
We soon found it, and gave mine host the letter that we bore from Castleman. Although the hour of nine in the morning had not yet struck, Max and I eagerly sought our beds, and did not rise till late in the afternoon. The next morning we dismissed our squires, fearing they might talk. We paid the men, gave them each a horse, and saw them well on their road back to Switzerland.
Add boiling water as it needs and cook slowly five or six hours, after which strain and serve with bread "crunchers" cut in dice. From MRS. ALICE B. CASTLEMAN, of Kentucky, Alternate Lady Manager. Take a young chicken or a half grown one; cut up; roll it in salt, pepper and flour, and fry it a nice brown, using lard or drippings as if for a fricassee.
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