GERMANY: Hindenburg's Man

A slim, excited equerry climbed and scrambled to reach Old Paul von Hindenburg, who was hunting chamois, last week, high in the Bavarian Alps. Panting, the equerry snapped to a flushed salute before the President of Germany, and held out a telegram. "Urgent! Herr Reichs Präsident!" he gasped.

Fumbling with old fingers the President unfolded the telegram. ". . . MURDERED. . . ." he read, and then a name, ". . . TSCHIRPE. . . ."—the name of an old soldier, servitor, friend.

When he looked up from the telegram, the President seemed to become Feldmarschall as of old. Curt...

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