"You have been a soldier and can be trusted. I shall confide my secret to you." He then informed him, with an air of great secrecy, that he had been ordered to enter the Prussian lines as a spy, and requested him to provide him at once with some French money and the dress of a Jewish cattle-dealer; and also to bring to him a cattle-dealer provided with a correct passport. After all this had been successfully accomplished, Ernst wrote the two letters and handed them to Levi, with instructions not to deliver them until three days had elapsed. He started off with his companion. On the way, he asked him to show him his passport: it was handed to him but not returned. He carefully instructed the cattle-dealer to address him by the name of Rothfuss. "Why, that is the name of the old servant that your father thinks so much of!" "That is the very reason I have chosen it; you will have no difficulty in remembering it. What is my name? "The same as the servant's." "No--but what is it?" "Rothfuss. Why, every child knows the name. Might I inquire--" "No; you need ask no questions." They journeyed on together as far as Kehl, where Ernst suddenly disappeared. The drover waited all day, in the vain hope of seeing him again, and at last returned home. Ernst had in all likelihood gone to my sister, who lives in the Hagenau forest, or to my brother-in-law, the director of the water-works on the Upper Rhine. Before leaving, he handed a bag of money that belonged to the state to Edward Levi, for safe-keeping. Joseph, who was always ready to assist others, at once offered to journey after Ernst, in the hope of overtaking him and consulting with him as to his future. I had instructed Rothfuss to make up a package of the clothes that Ernst had left behind him, and I was at Joseph's house when he brought the bundle there. Martella wanted to accompany Joseph; but, finding that he would not consent, she turned around to her dog, and said: "Pincher, go with Joseph and hunt your master!" The dog looked up at her, as if knowing what she said, and then ran after Joseph. While I was yet with Joseph, a copy of our newspaper came to hand; it had been sent to me marked. The marked passages read as follows: "Father Noah, the Prussian lickspittle"--I recognized Funk by these very words--"has allowed a dove to desert from his ark. "We cannot but regard the rumor that the father had urged his son to take this step, because of his own aversion to fighting against the beloved Prussians, as a malicious invention. "We do not believe the party of these beggarly Prussians, or this weak-minded old gray-beard, endowed with the requisite firmness. "But the noble Caffre's pride in his virtue must have received a fearful blow." I must admit that this low personal attack gave me much pain. I was, however, more grieved to think that party hatred could induce men to indulge in such abuse.