BISMARCK DIDN’T CARE.

Northland Age, Volume IV, Issue 49, 27 July 1908, Page 7

BISMARCK DIDN’T CARE.

- The late Prince Bismarck once snapped a link in a chain of precedence which promised to bei endless. Tho talc was brought to mind by the recent retirement of' Lord Archibald Campbell from the active management of Coutts’s Bank qf London. Lord Archibald; fell in love with Miss Janey Callander and went to his father, the Duke of Argyll, for his approval. “I’m delighted, nothing could be better,” said the Duke. “But hadn’t you better let me speak to Lome ? He might think we ought to consult the Princess." So to his brother, the Marquis of Lome—now the Duke of Argyll—they went, and he certainly thought that his Royal wife should be consulted as to who should be admitted into the family. “If Archie likes her, she suits me down to the ground,” said the Princess impulsively. “But, you know, I think I ought to speak to the Queen.” Her late Majesty graciously approved of the match. .“But, Louise, I think I ought tq consult our German cousin first,” she said to her daughter, and accordingly wrote to the German Gmperor. The Kaiser—the present Emperor’s grandfather—remembered having met Miss Callander and approved of the match, but left his letter open, because he did not care to answer finally without consulting Bismarck, The Kaiser found his Chancellor, and telling him of the proposed alliance, asked what he thought. Bismarck blew a cloud of smoko be-? fore he answered his Sovereign. “Me?" said he. “Oh, 1 don’t care,’’ —“Bellman." A Scotsman was in hospital with a disease which puzzled, the doctors. The patient took no apparent interest in anything, and was simply sinking into his grave without any definable cause. The medicinal men x held a consultation, but the only feasible suggestion put forward was that tho music cure should be tried—the music to be that of the bagpipes, as being most appropriate to the nationality *of the sick man. Accordingly, every night for a cquple of weeks the screech and hum of the bagpipes echoed through the corridors of the hospital, and ‘Scotty began to revive. At the end of that time he was considered well enough to be discharged into the world again. Only one regret remained regarding the cure. The Scot had been saved, but—so the story goes — all the other patients died !