Rulers of kings: A novelAtherton, Gertrude Franklin Horn
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Rulers of kings: A novel
Atherton, Gertrude Franklin Horn
Statesmen -- Fiction
happened that he knew a good deal about Fessenden Abbott; not only
through the intimacy of Alexandra with his daughter, nor yet through
an acquaintance of long standing with Mr. Abbott--for whom he had a
very considerable respect--but because of the young man’s menacing
exploit in South America, his establishment of certain and apparently
impregnable industries in Europe, and his reputation as a manipulator
of men. No doubt he was the only man in his raw country who would have
dared so far as to love a princess of royal blood, much less have had
the incomprehensible audacity to bargain for her hand; but of all men
in any objectionable republic whatsoever, the Emperor-King knew of no
one to whom under severest stress he would longer hesitate to give any
sort of recognition. He was aware of young Abbott’s principles and
theories; they had been hammered into his smarting ears by the only
one of his children who had been dowered to the full with the haughty
and intolerant spirit of her race; and he looked upon him as a menace
to the best that was left in the world. The wealth of these two men
appalled him, albeit he was the richest monarch in Europe; and as he
listened once more to the description of the incredible inventions and
their certainties, he found himself staring at the little old man in
the chair and the vigorous restless young man standing by the window
much as a half-dazed man watches the approach of a land cyclone,
whirling houses, people, and trees in its funnel.
He had been astounded that one of his generals, whom he had sent
to Berlin to witness the experiments, had returned convinced, and
advocating war; and he had been still more astonished and upset
when, in the formal consultation which at the insistence of the
German Emperor he had held with his cabinets, he found that to a man
they were for accepting the offer of the American. During the past
week his ears had rung to no tune but the glorious finish of his
reign, the inestimable service he had it in his power to bestow upon
Christianity and Europe, the sure future of his Dual Monarchy--which
the intoxicating knowledge of its greatness would solidify. The only
thing they had stumbled over was the condition; for the Emperor was
no more conservative than his aristocracy, and the idea of allying
the most exclusive monarchy in the world with the most blatant and
dangerous of republics, that moreover which had recently whipped one
of the ancient states of Europe, was a huge pill for them to swallow.
Had it not been that they all felt that Europe would be well rid of
this particular princess--even Königsegg, with this alternative--it is
doubtful if, no matter what their reason for approving this projected
war, they would have opened their batteries upon the Emperor But as it
was, the old sovereign, who had permitted these many years his advisers
to do so much of his thinking had an irritated subconsciousness of
being trapped, and hardly realized yet that he had actually gone so far
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