ere is a language
that is understood without words, its vocabulary is in the heart. Here
stands a poor, sick woman, with her twins in her arms. You, monsieur,
are the only man seated. These good people think it would be but proper
for you to resign your seat."

"This is unheard-of insolence," exclaimed Balby, placing him self
determinedly before the king; "let any one dare advance a step farther,
and I--"

"Quiet, cher frere, the people are right, and I am ashamed of myself
that I did not understand them at once."

He rose and passed through the crowd with a calm, kindly face, and, not
appearing to notice them, approached the young woman, who was kneeling,
exhausted, on the floor. With a kind, sympathetic smile, he raised her
and led her to his seat. There was something so noble and winning in
his manner, that those who were so shortly before indignant, were
unconsciously touched. A murmur of approval was heard; the rough faces
beamed with friendly smiles.

The king did not observe this, he was still occupied with the poor
woman, and, while appearing to play with the children, gave each of them
a gold piece. But their little hands were not accustomed to carry such
treasures, and could not hold them securely. The two gold pieces
rolled to the ground, and the ringing noise announced the rich gift of
Frederick. Loud cries of delight were heard, and the men waved their
hats in the air. The king reddened, and looked down in confusion.

The peasant, who had first been so violent toward the king, and at whose
feet the money had fallen, picked it up and gave it to the children;
then, with a loud laugh, he offered his big, rough hand to the king, and
said something in a kindly tone.

"The good man is thanking you, sir," said the stranger "He thinks you
a clever, good-hearted fellow, and begs you to excuse his uncalled-for
violence."

The king answered with a silent bow. He who was accustomed to receive
the world's approval as his just tribute, was confused and ashamed at
the applause of these poor people.

The king was right in saying he left his royalty on Prussian soil;
he really was embarrassed at this publicity, and was glad when Deesen
announced that lunch was prepared for him. He gave Balby a nod to
follow, and withdrew into the cabin.

"Truly, if every-day life had so many adventures, I do not understand
how any one can complain of ennui. Through what varied scenes I have
passed to-day!"

"But our adventures