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The journalist shrugged his shoulders and glanced at the clock

"I guess he'll tell me what he chooses and I shall print it," he answered indifferently "It's all part of the gah to expect the truth All the sae will come from the lips of the Chancellor i"

"He makes use of you," Bellamy declared, "to throw dust into our eyes and yours"

"Even so," Dorward adood-bye, I suppose?"

Bellao on to Berlin, perhaps, to-ood here And you?"

"After I've sent rade for a week, at any rate," Dorward answered "I hear the woh Servia"

Bellahtfully

"I know one who'll want a place a the leaders," he murmured

"Mademoiselle Idiale, I suppose?"

Bellamy assented

"It's a queer position hers, if you like," he said "All Vienna raves about her They throng the Opera House every night to hear her sing, and they pay her the biggest salary which has ever been known here Three parts of it she sends to Belgrade to the Chief of the Committee for National Defence The jewels that are sent her anonyht these people orship her I tell you, Dorward," he added, rising to his feet and walking to the , "the patriotis we colder races scarcely understand Perhaps it is because we have never dwelt under the shadow of a conqueror If ever Austria is given a free hand, it will be no e, an extermination!"

Dorward looked once more at the clock and rose slowly to his feet

"Well," he said, "IGood-bye, and cheer up, Bella to turn up her heels yet"

Out he went--long, lank, uncouth, with yellow-stained fingers and hatchet-shaped, gray face--a strange figure but yet a power Bellamy remained For a while he seemed doubtful how to pass the ti the dispersal of the crowds and the iment of soldiers, whose movements he folloith critical interest, for he, too, had been in the service He had still a ,--tall, and with complexion inclined to be dusky, a small black moustache, dark eyes, a silent mouth,--a man of many reserves Even his intimates knew little of him Nevertheless, his was the reticence which befitted well his profession