Part 52 (1/2)

”Oh, a little flurry in the market possibly,” said Mr. Wakeham. ”What do you think about that, Schaefer?” Mr. Wakeham continued, handing him the wire.

Professor Schaefer glanced at the telegram. ”My G.o.d!” he exclaimed, springing to his feet. ”It is come, it is come at last!” He spoke hurriedly in German to his friend, Meyer, and handed him the telegram.

Meyer read it. ”G.o.d in heaven!” he cried. ”It is here!” In intense excitement he poured forth a torrent of interrogations in German, receiving animated replies from Professor Schaefer. Then grasping the professor's hand in both of his, he shook it with wild enthusiasm.

”At last!” he cried. ”At last! Thank G.o.d, our day has come!”

Completely ignoring the rest of the company, the two Germans carried on a rapid and pa.s.sionate conversation in their own tongue with excited gesticulations, which the professor concluded by turning to his hostess and saying, ”Mrs. Wakeham, you will excuse us. Mr. Wakeham, you can send us to town at once?”

By this time the whole company were upon their feet gazing with amazement upon the two excited Germans.

”But what is it?” cried Mrs. Wakeham. ”What has happened? Is there anything wrong? What is it, Professor Schaefer? What is your wire about, Garrison?”

”Oh, nothing at all, my dear, to get excited about. My financial agent wires me that the Press will announce to-morrow that Austria has presented an ultimatum to Servia demanding an answer within forty-eight hours.”

”Oh, is that all,” she said in a tone of vast relief. ”What a start you all gave me. An ultimatum to Servia? What is it all about?”

”Why, you remember, my dear, the murder of the Archduke Ferdinand about three weeks ago?”

”Oh, yes, I remember. I had quite forgotten it. Poor thing, how terrible it was! Didn't they get the murderer? It seems to me they caught him.”

”You will excuse us, Mrs. Wakeham,” said Professor Schaefer, approaching her. ”We deeply regret leaving this pleasant party and your hospitable home, but it is imperative that we go.”

”But, my dear Professor Schaefer, to-night?” exclaimed Mrs. Wakeham.

”Why, Schaefer, what's the rush? Are you caught in the market?” said Wakeham with a little laugh. ”You cannot do anything to-night at any rate, you know. We will have you in early to-morrow morning.”

”No, no, to-night, now, immediately!” shouted Meyer in uncontrollable excitement.

”But why all the excitement, Schaefer?” said Hugo Raeder, smiling at him. ”Austria has presented an ultimatum to Servia--what about it?”

”What about it? Oh, you Americans; you are so provincial. Did you read the ultimatum? Do you know what it means? It means war!”

”War!” cried Meyer. ”War at last! Thank G.o.d! Tonight must we in New York become.”

Shaking hands hurriedly with Mrs. Wakeham, and with a curt bow to the rest of the company, Meyer hurriedly left the room, followed by Professor Schaefer and Mr. Wakeham.

”Aren't they funny!” said Rowena. ”They get so excited about nothing.”

”Well, it is hardly nothing,” said Hugo Raeder. ”Any European war is full of all sorts of possibilities. You cannot throw matches about in a powder magazine without some degree of danger.”

”May I read the ultimatum?” said Larry to Mrs. Wakeham, who held the telegram in her hand.

”Pretty stiff ultimatum,” said Hugo Raeder. ”Read it out, Larry.”

”Servia will have to eat dirt,” said Larry when he had finished. ”Listen to this: She must 'accept the collaboration in Servia of representatives of the Austro-Hungarian Government for the consideration of the subversive movements directed against the Territorial integrity of the Monarchy.' 'Accept collaboration' of the representatives of the Austro-hungarian Government in this purely internal business, mind you.

And listen to this: 'Delegates of the Austro-Hungarian Government will take part in the investigation relating thereto.' Austrian lawyers and probably judges investigating Servian subjects in Servia? Why, the thing is impossible.”

”It is quite evident,” said Hugo Raeder, ”that Austria means war.”

”Poor little Servia, she will soon be eaten up,” said Rowena. ”She must be bankrupt from her last war.”