the New Market.

The two other writers, whom the Austrians pursued with furious zeal,
were the two newspaper editors, Kretschmer and Krause. These two
had no idea of such pursuit; indeed, they did not even know that the
Austrians had penetrated into the city. In the safe hiding-place in
which both of them had passed the night they had only learned that
Berlin had surrendered to the Russians, and that General Tottleben
had ordered the magistrates to receive him the next morning at the
Kottbuss Gate at eight o'clock.

It was intended that the reception should be a brilliant and solemn
one, and that the general should be mollified and conciliated by
humble subjection; it was also determined to endeavor, by an
offering of money made to him individually, to induce him to make the
contribution laid on the town moderate and light.

The news was like a thunder-clap to the two editors, for it compelled
them to leave their safe hiding-place, and to venture out into
the dangerous world. For these gentlemen, editors of such renowned
journals, who prided themselves on giving their readers the most
recent and important intelligence, would not dare to be absent at the
reception of the Russian general. For the love of their country they
had to forget their own fears, and, for the honor of their journals,
face danger like true heroes.

Day had scarcely dawned, and deep silence and death-like stillness
reigned at the Kottbuss Gate. The wings of the gate were closed, and
the watchman had withdrawn into his little box, and was resting from
the events of the past days. Dawn still lay like a veil over poor,
anxious Berlin, and concealed her tears and bloody wounds.

The silence was suddenly interrupted by the sound of approaching
footsteps, and around the nearest corner glided the cowering figure
of a man. He remained still for a minute and listened; then, convinced
that all around him was quiet and silent, he crept along, keeping
anxiously close to the houses, and reached unperceived the pillar on
the right side of the gate, in the dark shadow of which he concealed
himself. This man was no other than Mr. Kretschmer, the editor of the
_Vossian Gazette,_ who made himself comfortable in his hiding-place.

"This is quite nice and right," said he, shoving a stone behind the
pillar, in order to raise himself to a higher point of view. "From
here I can hear and observe every thing."

So, settling himself on the stone, he leaned back in the