Bismarck As A Traveling

ion. - I bude furewell to my escort at Strasbourg, very ill. At Kiehl a party of gentlemen mude an interrnptioo on my privacy, wbich I (lid not thcn know I could bave íiiain taiuod by the bribe of a few kreulzers to the conductor. 1 isked one of them - a handsome man with a haughty eyo - to bo kiud enough to charge lus seat and let me Lave a compartment to myself, so that I could lio down, telling him I vas too ill to hold u]j niy hend. He gave me a look ot' blank astonishnient, but coniplied. I had nothing to do but to listen to the conversation, which was in French out oí' compliment to a Frenchman amongtbem. Thoy were all very intelligent men oí' tho world, and of mark in it, I thought. I noticed that my proud-eyed fricnd always directed a current of mockery at any sentiment clothed with an ideal loftinoss, and often a coarsc jest leaped to the Burfaoe. As I lay all day ainong my wraps and listened dreamily, this minor tono of balf-laugbing Baroaembeat on my confuoed and raoking brain. ín a photo?raph album the next day I carne B Lis likeness. " Why, that is Bismaiok ! " said my friend. So, then, tho moeker was tho groatest man of the age, and 1 liad cooly requested him to move to the other side of the oarriage íor my