Poor Austria! Count Ferdinand von Stroebel can have no successor--he's only a sort of holdover from the nineteenth century, and with him and his Emperor out of the way--what?
For my part I see only dark days ahead;" and he concluded with a little sigh that implied crumbling thrones and falling dynasties.
"We met him in Vienna," said Shirley Claiborne, "when father was there before the Ecuador Claims Commission.

He struck me as being a delightful old grizzly bear." "He will have his place in history; he is a statesman of the old blood and iron school; he is the peer of Bismarck, and some things he has done.
He holds more secrets than any other man in Europe--and you may be quite sure that they will die with him.

He will leave no memoirs to be poked over by his enemies--no post-mortem confidences from him!" The reader of the _Neue Freie Presse_, preparing to leave his table, tore from the newspaper an article that seemed to have attracted him, placed it in his card-case, and walked toward the door.

The eyes of Arthur Singleton lighted in recognition, and the attache, muttering an apology to the Claibornes, addressed the young gentleman cordially.
"Why, Armitage, of all men!" and he rose, still facing the Claibornes, with an air of embracing the young Americans in his greetings.

He never liked to lose an auditor; and he would, in no circumstances, miss a chance to display the wide circumference of his acquaintance.
"Shirley--Miss Claiborne--allow me to present Mr.Armitage." The young army officer and Armitage then shook hands, and the three men stood for a moment, detained, it seemed, by the old attache, who had no engagement for the next hour or two and resented the idea of being left alone.
"One always meets Armitage!" declared Singleton.