Take a good-sized scoundrel--with an imagination--condemn him to death on twenty-one charges; and, while the death penalty hangs above his head, command him to tell the story of his life in twenty-four chapters. The result will be as "Told by the Death's Head,"--exciting, incredible, with touches of grim humor, and more than a touch of burlesque; but, on the whole, a little wearisome, perhaps, to a public that has had a surfeit of such good things.
exclaimed the high-born gentleman. "It would make the carrying on a war an easy matter."
From the day it became known that Constable Hugo possessed that never-failing treasure, a magic coin, and was in league with the all-powerful bocksritter, he rose in the esteem of his fellows.
Meanwhile Ehrenbreitstein and Coblentz continued under bombardment from the Frenchmen. The enemy's fire-pots never failed to find the grand-duke's quarters, notwithstanding the fact that he changed them every day. This at last became so annoying that treason began to be suspected, and the duke offered a reward for the detection of the spy who gave the information to the enemy. That a spy was at work in the German camp was beyond question, though the outlets of both cities were so closely guarded that it would have been impossible for a living mortal to pass through them. Nor could the treason have been committed by means of carrier-pigeons, for, whatever of domestic fowl-kind had been in the cities had long since been