It was addressed, "Herr Barstow," in the script of the Teutons. It was a curk>us coincidence that Doctor Bacon had touched a button in the wall about ten seconds bsfore the man appeared. Cyrus tore open the envelops eagerly; it was an answer to some business proposition, he thought. Then the joy on his face faded. "Written in tliis confounded Dutch, of course," he ejaculated. "Here, Doctor, read it for mc. will you? You're up on that sort of thing." Doctor Bacon began running over the message silently. First he whistled softly; then he excb.imed, as if to himself, "Well,' well!" Finally he burst out with, "Cyrus, this is great—simply great!" "What is it? What is it?" repeated the impatient "Apple King." "Just this —it's the greatest honour that can possibly come to a foreigner visiting this city; it's a thing that comes to a man but once in a lifetime, and even then to very few. Translated into prosaic English it is this: " 'Prince Yon Z commands Mr Cyrus Barstow, the American "Apple King," to dine at the palace at seven this evening, and sleep there as His Excellency's guest over night.' " "The Prince Yon Z be hanged," shouted Cyrus; "I'm a free American citi zen, and nobody commands mc in Germany or anywhere else. I won't go a step." "Softly, Barstow, softly," said the Doc tor; "this is in reality the politest request imaginable, only Princes can't unbend, you know. You are a marked man. But how in the world did the Prince know you were in the town?" "Easy enough. I paid for notices three ! inches long in every paper in the city. Wrote 'em myself, and let the do the translating. The Prince had seen 'em, of course. I said I was staying at the Ameri can Club, and made it strong on the 'Apple King' part. That did the business. I guess I'll go, after all." Acordingiy, early that evening Mr Cyrus Barstow, uncomfortable in a brand new claw-hammer suit, for which he bad been roundly charged in a German clothing shop, set forth for the palace in the most magni ficent public equipage that could be ob tained. In a small black hand-bag were the articles needed for his stay overnight. In cheerful mood he bowled along the fine street , ;, suspecting no guile. 