STIRRING TIMES IN AUSTRIA
aft: official called an "Qrdner," whose help he could invoke in desperate cases, but apparently the Ordner is only a persuader, not a compeller. Apparently he is a sergeant-at-arms who is not loaded; a good enough gun to look at, but not valuable for business.
For another twenty or thirty minutes Wolf went on banging with his board and demanding his rights; then at last the weary President threatened to sum mon the dread order-maker. But both his manner and his words were reluctant. Evidently it grieved him to have to resort to this dire extremity. He said to Wolf, "If this goes on, I shall feel obliged to summon the Ordner, and beg him to restore order in the House."
Wolf. "I d like to see you do it! Suppose you fetch in a few policemen, too ! [Great tumult.] Are you going to put my motion to adjourn, or not?"
Dr. Lecher continues his speech. Wolf accom panies him with his board-clatter.
The President despatches the Ordner, Dr. Lang (himself a deputy), on his order-restoring mission. Wolf, with his board uplifted for defense, confronts the Ordner with a remark which Boss Tweed might have translated into "Now let s see what you are going to do about it!" [Noise and tumult all over the House.]
Wolf stands upon his rights, and says he will maintain them till he is killed in his tracks. Then he resumes his banging, the President jangles his bell and begs for order, and the rest of the House augments the , racket, tjie best it can.
Wolf. ,! require an adjournment, because. ! ;I find
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