brought their invoices in a piece of clean paper, or folded in a blue handkerchief, and laid them, with fingers more or less worn and stubby from hard service, before the consul for his signature.  Once, in the case of a very young Madchen, that signature was blotted by the sweep of a flaxen braid upon it as the child turned to go; but generally there was a grave, serious business instinct and sense of responsibility in these girls of ordinary peasant origin which, equally with their sisters of France, were unknown to the English or American woman of any class.

That morning, however, there was a slight stir among those who, with their knitting, were waiting their turn in the outer office as the vice-consul ushered the police inspector into the consul’s private office.  He was in uniform, of course, and it took him a moment to recover from his habitual stiff, military salute,—­a little stiffer than that of the actual soldier.

It was a matter of importance!  A stranger had that morning been arrested in the town and identified as a military deserter.  He claimed to be an American citizen; he was now in the outer office, waiting the consul’s interrogation.

The consul knew, however, that the ominous accusation had only a mild significance here.  The term “military deserter” included any one who had in youth emigrated to a foreign country without first fulfilling his military duty to his fatherland.  His first experiences of these cases had been tedious and difficult,—­involving a reference to his Minister at Berlin, a correspondence with the American State Department, a condition of unpleasant tension, and finally the prolonged detention of some innocent German—­naturalized—­American citizen, who had forgotten to bring his papers with him in revisiting his own native country.  It so chanced, however, that the consul enjoyed the friendship and confidence of the General Adlerkreutz, who commanded the 20th Division, and it further chanced that the same Adlerkreutz was as gallant a soldier as ever cried Vorwarts! at the head of his men, as profound a military strategist and organizer as ever carried his own and his enemy’s plans in his iron head and spiked helmet, and yet with as simple and unaffected a soul breathing under his gray mustache as ever issued from the lips of a child.  So this grim but gentle veteran had arranged with the consul that in cases where the presumption of nationality was strong, although the evidence was not present, he would take the consul’s parole for the appearance of the “deserter” or his papers, without the aid of prolonged diplomacy.  In this way the consul had saved to Milwaukee a worthy but imprudent brewer, and to New York an excellent sausage butcher and possible alderman; but had returned to martial duty one or two tramps or journeymen who had never seen America except from the decks of the ships in which they were “stowaways,” and on which they were returned,—­and thus the temper and peace of two great nations were preserved.