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184 ASSESSOR WINTERFELD’S PAMPHLET, the burgomaster. “Ten minutes ago, when I came up the hill, there had been no collision with the troops.” “These casualties occurred some time ago, before the soldiers were called out, while we were bearing the brunt alone. Two of my men got very roughly handled then, and, unfortunately, a third person was injured, one in no way concerned in the row, a doctor who had come to the rescue and applied bandages to the wounded. He had finished his work and was going off, when one of the stones, which were falling thick and fast, struck him and felled him to the earth. Itis that Dr. Brunnow of whom we were speaking this morning,” added the superintendent, turning to Councilor Moser. “Who?” asked Raven, quickly. He had caught the last words. | “A young doctor who has been staying here for the last few weeks, Max Brunnow by name. His father lives in Switzerland, whither he had to fly for political motives. He took a prominent part in the last revolution.” The superintendent let fall these remarks in an easy and, apparently, pointless manner; but as he spoke, he kept a vigilant watch on the baron. He alone saw the almost imperceptible change of color, and heard the slight tremor of emotion in the question: “Ts the young man’s wound serious?” “I fear so—perhaps even mortal. He lies in a state of unconsciousness. The stone struck him on the head.” “Every attention shall be given to the wounded man;” the baron stepped toward the door, but be- thought himself and paused. The burgomaster’s look of surprise, and the keen observant glance of the lynx-eyed superintendent, no doubt reminded him that this sudden show of sympathy on his part was in too glaring contrast to that indifference to the loss of human life he had hitherto manifested. “T will myself give all needful orders,” he added slowly, and laid his hand on the bell. “The major-domo has already made every ar- Eomichooks. co