Chapter IX
The Ceremony
Cyril Keval, district reporter on the staff of the Prague People's Journal, hurried into evening-dress for the occasion and dashed off to Stvanice just after six o'clock in the evening, to write up the ceremonial opening of the new Central Karburator Electric Power Station for Greater Prague. He shouldered his way through the curious crowds that overflowed the whole Petrov quarter, penetrated the three ranks of police, and reached a small concrete structure decorated with flags. From inside the little building could be heard the objurgations of the workmen, who were, of course, behind time with the erecting of the machine, and were now trying to catch up. The whole Central Power Station was an insignificant affair, no bigger than a public convenience. Old Cvancara of the Venkov was walking pensively up and down in front of it, looking somewhat like a meditative heron.
"Well, my friend," he said quietly to the young journalist, "it's safe to bet on something happening to-day. I've never yet seen a function where there
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