150 WHIP AND SPUR. 



in the full uniform of his regiment, bearing on 

 its back the imprint of a Berlin photographer. 

 He evinced a natural curiosity about the mode 

 of our garrison life, and I prepared him as 

 gently as I could for a decided change from his 

 former customs. It was, of course, depressing 

 to him, but he bore the prospect like a man, 

 and gave it no importance as compared with his 

 more essential downfall. He had seen enough 

 of our troops to be especially uneasy at the 

 prospect of an ill-fitting uniform. In the mat- 

 ter of linen he was well provided, but he was 

 really unhappy over the thought of adapting his 

 long and easy figure to a clothing-contractor's 

 idea of proportion. So it was arranged that he 

 should go to my tailor and be suitably clad, 

 according to regulation of course, but also ac- 

 cording to measure. He proposed, too, to leave 

 his overcoat for some repairs and to be cared 

 for while he should have no use for it. I gave 

 the tailor assurances of prompt payment. 



One fine morning Dohna came to my room in 

 his new rig and bade me a brave good-by. He 



