140 WHIP AND SPUR. 



old wanderings came over me again, filling my 

 table with the old comrades, even elevating my 

 cigar to a brier-wood, and recalling such fellow- 

 ship as only tent-life ever knows. 



Such dreaming is always interrupted, else it 

 would never end ; mine was disturbed by a small 

 card on a small salver, held meekly across the 

 table by the meekest of waiters. 



The card bore the name "Adolf zu Dohna- 

 Schlodien," and a count's coronet, — a count's 

 coronet and " zu " (a touch above " von ") ! I 

 remembered to have seen a letter from my ad- 

 jutant to the Prussian Consul in Philadelphia, 

 asking him to obtain information about a hand- 

 some young musical " Graf zu " something, who 

 was creating a sensation in St. Louis society, 

 and the " zu " seemed to indicate this as the 

 party in question; he had spoken of him as 

 having defective front teeth, which seemed to be 

 pointing to the " color and distinguishing marks," 

 known in Herd Book pedigrees, and human pass- 

 ports, — a means of identification I resolved to 

 make use of; for my experience with the Ger- 



