Rensselaer Republican, Volume 12, Number 7, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 30 October 1879 — The Chanecllor and His Dog. [ARTICLE]

The Chanecllor and His Dog.

“Mr dog! Where is my dog?” were Prince Bismarck's first words on alighting on the platform of the Westbahn Railway station last night; and, sure enough, there he was, the sleek quadruped who so seriously imperiled the >recious existence of Prince Gortschacoff during the Congress. With a bound Sultan, who had traveled secondclass, was at his master’s side, covering him with boisterous manifestations of canine affection, and not taking the slightest notice of Count Andrassy and Pnnee Renss, who kept a respectful distance until Sultan had satisfied himself that the Prince was none the worse for his journey. The meeting between Count Andrassy and his illustrious guest was a cordial one, and arm-in-arm they walked to the court carriage, a private brougham of the Emperor’s, that was waiting to take Prinoe Bismarck to the hotel where he was staying. . Hardly were the two statesmen seated and ready to start ere down went the window on the near side, and a stentorian voice cried out: ‘.* Mein hand! Wo ist mein hund?” If anything had befallen that blessed dog while Prince Bidmarck’s attention was momentarily turned in another direction, it is my firm belief that it would have been all up with the Austro-German alliance, and the incensed Chancellor would have taken the train back to Berlin. Sultan Is, however, an experienced traveler, and a very good notion of how to take care of himself. In a twinkling he was at the carriage door, and, assisted by two court flunkies, he sedately took his seat on the nig at the feet of the two gentlemen inside. Judge of the stupefaction of the crowd assembled outside the Hotel Imperial on seeing

the four-legged occupant of the court, brougham leap out with a bark, and, contrary to all etiquette, greet the nearest by-standers in a most unpleasantly demonstrative style. I never saw such a ridiculous sight in my life. People fled in all directions, • for Sultan has a bad reputation. He nearly upset the Congress by an unjustifiable attack upon the Russian Plenipotentiary, and since then he has maimed one of the Berlin foreign-office officials for life, because he sat down on the chair usually occupied by Prince Bismarck. The worst of it is that he is not the genuine historical favorite of • the Chancellor,

but only a spurious imitation. Sultan ‘--the original Sultan—l learn, was poisoned a couple of years ago, and nothing can shake Prince Bismarck’s conviction that it was two social democrats who did it. This is no banter of mine, but a well-authenticated fact, known to every Berliner. It is, doubtless, to { (reserve Sultan the second from a siroiar fate that six Berlin detectives arrived last night, and, together with the pblice of Vienna, have taken unwonted measures of precaution in the neighborhood of the Hotel Imperial. They were certainly not wanted for the safety of Prince Bismarck, who runs no risk whatever. —London Telegraph.