THE SUNDAY OREGOXIAX, PORTLAND, SEPTEMBER 23, 1917.
TRAGEDY REVEALED
BY GERMAN'S DIARY
Story by Hans von Tuebinger
Tells of Sinking Ship With
His Sweetheart Aboard.
RECORD SAVED BY STEALTH
Transfer From First Vessel Wel
comed, as Members of Crew Are
.Declared to Uke Their Busi
ness of Butchery Too Well.
fContinu-d From First Pat.)
that Is the secret of beauty. Tour as
n artist, should know this."
1 did not like to submit without a
struggle. "But that theory fails utterly
to explain the attraction which we feel
toward one whom we regard beautiful
more than toward one whom we turn
way from as homely." I said.
"You are mistaken." replied Sven.
"Beauty in a woman is put there by
nature ior ine very Highest purpose
namely, to attract. And why attract?
'or the very purpose for which nature
produces all of us to perpetuate the
various species and preserve them in
their normal condition. That is why
ehort women love tall men, fat women
lean men, weak women strong men,
and vice versa, each appearing beauti
ful to his or her opposite. If big women
loved only big men, fat women only
fat men, and so forth, the human race
would be thrown out of balance. We
would become bigger, fatter, more her
culean or smaller, weaker, leaner than
nature designed us to be. Hence, again,
Hans, I say, adaptability to the end is
he sum and substance of beauty."
Sven's sister re-entered the room. I
did not think the turn our discussion
liad taken would be understood or ap
preciated by her, and so.-telling Sven
that 1 would try to chew, swallow and
digest what he had told me. I asked
his sister to play something for us on
the piano.
' No coaxing was required. ' Merely
eaying that she would in return for
her compliance look to an indulgent
criticism for whatever shortcomings I
would detect, she at once sat down
and played. After several popular airs
she played, at my further request, a
considerable portion of Beethoven's
"Kreutzer Sonata," which has always
beep my favorite. Somehow, whenever
I listen to that wonderful world dream
of-sound I feel as if the whole universe
was passing in review before my
Imagination. While nothing definite
is "spokjen." yet there is a something in
the sounds that conjures up a world
vision with all the different thrills,
passions and emotions which fill the
human heart. The girl played well. I
was enraptured.
J0I4 3 April.
Can greater happiness be found than
mine? Minna loves me! She told me
so today. For three weeks I had not
been able to concentrate my thoughts
sufficiently to enter anything in my
diary. Dear little book! I stared at
thy blank pages with too chaotic a
mind to intrust any word to thy
keeping. The uncertainty concerning
Minna feelings toward me drove me
almost frantic. Odd that 1 should not
have, realized that she regarded me
with greater warmth of feeling than I
dared hope. She showed me so many
kind attentions and took so much in
terest in my art and in my projects
and in everything I said what a fool
I was not to have taken courage long
ago and asked her to be mine.
Minna mine! Dear Lord, do I de
serve so great a boon? "Dear little
book, thou knowest all my secrets! Tell
me. am I worthy of the" love or so di
vine a gift as the heart of my Minna?
Well. I have scrutinized all the
pages with as cold. Impartial and crit
ical a mind as the tumult of joy in my
heart has permitted, and I am happy to
bo. able to record that 1 believe I have
done nothing for which I could not
claim absolution with a free conscience
heforo the Almighty. I thank Thee,
dear God, that Thy aid has given me
atrength to resist my own inclinings
when they were opposed to Thy will.
I thank Thee, because 1 am now able
to look into the eyes of my Minna and
tell her truthfully that 1 am not un
worthy of her who is the dearest of all
to me on earth.
Three weeks ago. when I had known
"Minna but a week, w were in the
Zoological Garden and saw two turtlo
doves cooing and rubbing their bills
together. 1 had conceived a great
fondness for Minna from the outset,
but it waa not until 1 gazed upon
those doves that 1 felt the tide of love
leap high in my heart. At the same
moment a gulf seemed to open and
yawn between us. I felt as" if she had
become sanctified." The very touch of
my hand against hers gave me an elec
tric shock, as if I had been guilty of a
desecration. How holy a thing is love!
How hallowed the object of it be
comes! I. who only a few moments
before was as courageous as any man
in the presence of any woman, now
felt a compression of the heart when 1
Addressed Minna.
I have read that a trifling object
often has turned the hearts of sinners
to God. Some great mystic who had
been profligate in his youth was con
verted by a glint of sunshine reflected
from a battered tin can. I could very
well understand how the billing of two
turtle doves might leave a .similar ef
fect and turn the human heart to love
one who. like Minna, must be dear to
God. But why should it paralyze the
tongue? With the heart ready to dis
solve, melted by the heat of affection,
why should a man become a poltroon
and fear to speak his mind to her for
whose lightest word and faintest smile
he was yearning? .
Wclf. I was afraid and I performed
some of the most ludicrous things in
my efforts to hide from Minna the
love which I was longing to disclose!
In almost e-ery thing 1 said 1 would
"put the cart before the horse." and at
times I would utter thoughts for which
I would blush when I woke up at night
and began pondering them they
seemed so absurdly silly for one who
was past, his 23d year.
Two weeks ago. Minna, Sven and I
went to a concert. I was so absent
minded that 1 could not follow the pro
gramme -with anything like an intelli
gent interest. How often had I re
. proachedt others for being distracted
during performances or while some
body cist? was speaking in their pres
ence. And now here was I. listening
to exquisite music yet scarcely bear
ing it. attending only to the tumultu
ous e-urging of my heart, which was
yearning for the love of Minna and
vet prompting -me to ineptitudes, the
least of which might have turned from
me with contempt even a friend.
"Could Lisit himself have played
that rhapsodic better?" commented
Minna.
Wretched, wasn't it?" was my reply.
Almost Immediately I saw the mis
take 1 had made, and only made It
worse by trying to wriggle out of It.
"If you liked it," I said, "it undoubtedly
must have been beyond all praise."
Minna laughed merrily, which only
made me the more wretched. Sven. too.
seeined to be greatly amused.
Tour ' treasure must be in 'Berlin,"
he said. .
"My treasure?" I asked rather es
tranged and wholly unable to compre
hend the meaning.
"Where one's treasure is. there also
ia his heart," said Sven. quoting from
the Bible, then adding, "let us at least
hope that she who is capable of luring
your mind away from such wonderful
music is as attractive a personality as
our imagination would like to picture
her."
1 wondered whether Minna, too. be
lieved that another woman was the
subject of my thoughts. "I must plead
absent-mindedness," I said, "but I hope
you will believe that, although my
mind was away 'gathering wool.' as the
saying is. my heart at least remained
right here."
"Bravely said." replied Sven. "but
when, pray, and by what express are
you going to forward your heart to her
for whom your thoughts had gone out
to 'gather wool'?"
"No, Sven, honestly, there is no such
woman in my mind." And then, re
membering that there was and that she
was sitting right beside me, I began
hemming and hawing and becoming
more unhappy every moment.
But now all that is changed. Minna
has told me that she loved me. even
when I least suspected it, almost from
the beginning, and that she fathomed
the thoughts that were giving me so
much agony at the concert, and felt a
keen pity for me.
Why are we not trained from child
hood to speak- out our minds frankly
concerning all our feelings? 1 wonder
how that would work out in the .end.
I would have been spared much un
happiness if I had been able to utter
to Minna the words that kept sticking
in my throat. But. on the other hand,
would so much frankness not tend to
disillusion the world concerning its
most sacred ideals? Those who ap
proach the altar with a bold and con
fident air cannot derive the same de
gree of sublime sweetness from their
devotion as they who approach it filled
with a religious reverence and awe.
Unless love is a religion it cannot but
nave an alloy of baseness. My affec
tion for Minna has taught me this. My
love for her is a religion. r
1B1A IS Jnae.
Busy all day and late into the night
at the easel. Minna was here twice
watching me daub for an hour each
time. Dear child! She encouraged me.
although I feel that there is something
lacking an indefinable nuance the
more or less of which differentiates
the true artist from the dauber.
Sven. too, was here and told me
roundly that he considers me an ass for
doubting my ability to paint. "Why.
just see how natural that dog looks.
barking at the cow," he said.
"And that setting sun," added Minna.
"Can paint do more?" asked Sven.
But, flattering though this praise was
to my vanity, I felt lr. my own heart
that all I had achieved was what my
photographic camera, plus a little col
oring, might have done. Art is not to
copy, but to reproduce nature.
Fritz Launlg. my brother art stu
dent from Munich, was here in the
afternoon and was less lenient than
Minna or Sven.
"You've copied nature admirably,
Hans." he said, "but you have merely
shown an individual dog barking at an
individual cow."
"Well, was not that my purpose?" I
asked.
"An artist, whether consciously or
unconsciously. ' always shows in his
productions the thing nature aims at.
not what she has 'actually produced,"
said Fritz.
"Which means?" I queried.
"That the beholder of your work, if it
is a picture or sculpture, should forget
in its contemplation that he is gazing
at a representation of this or that in
dividual cow. or dog. or tree, or man.
or whatever else it- may be. but should
behold in it the very idea of cow. dog.
tree or man. And if it is a poem or
mustclt .should conjure up in the mind
of the hearer those elemental ideas
which are true at all times and every
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rhappenlngs which are true only here
and now. The camera and the phono
graph give us the individual and
therefore the perishable. It is the
artist, the genius, who places before us
even the Individual objects in such s
way that the species which they repre
sent shine through them. And this it
is that gives their works an enduring
character. Their paintings, sculp
tures, poems, music are as Imperishable
as the ideas themselves which inspired
them."
Fritz has acquired some questionable
fame in Stockholm. . Last week he got
into a snarl with an English Lord over
a question of nationality. The British
er tweaked Fritz' nose as proof of the
superiority of the English over " the
Germans, whereupon Fritz knocked
him down. Friends hurried both away
in cabs, but they had been recognized,
and the newspapers gave amusing ac
counts of the encounter.
"Force is not exactly what I would
call a good argument." Fritz said, nar
rating the occurrence to me today. "If
a blow could decide an argument satis
factorily, is there any healthy jackass
in all creation that could not vanquish
any Demosthenes with its hoofs?"
"Less to my liking was Fritz' dis
course to me on love apropos of my
engagement to Minna. To me love is
something ethereal' and sacred. " It
raises us so far above everything ter
restrial that every time I think of
Minna I seem to be walking on clouds
and with my head and heart suffused
with a celestial fire.
"That has always been the illusion
of those who are deeply in love." said
Fritz. "Ah, little do lovers dream what
dupes nature makes of them! You and
Minna fondly imagine that there is
nothing but the purest, most unselfish,
altruistic affection between you, and
that you could be supremely happy by
merely gazing into each others eyes
and. perhaps, holding each other's
hands, forever and a day. That is how
all noble souls who love feel about love.
Unless each though that the other feels
so disinterested -an - - affection. each
would quickly lose the esteem and re
spect of the other and nature would
be foiled!
"What nature intends by this decep
tive magic of disinterested altruism, in
which she veils and disguises her true
purpose, is to preserve the human race.
Considering the burden of raising a
big family, can't you see how powerful,
how patriotic and overwhelming a pas
sion It requires to drown the voice of
reason? . Love. Hans, is nature's mas
terpiece of mummery. Let us hope you
THE DIARY OF A U-BOAT
COMHAXDER.
The most remarkable, the most
fascinating document to come'
out of the war has been obtained
for publication in The Sunday
Oregonian "The Diary of a U-
Boat Commander." Love. ro
mance, drama, tragedy are woven .
through the narrative in se
quences that might have been .
the product of a Victor Hugo's
brain. Never more surely was
proved the old epigram that .
"truth is stranger than fiction."
How many more Prussian sub
marine commanders are like
Lieutenant-Commander Hans von ;
Tuebinger, placed In charge of
the U-13 just after the war be
gan, is hard to say. Few, cer
tainly. None, probably.
His death he committed sui
cide was described' in The Ore- .
gonian several weeks ago. By
accident "Von Tuebinger had slain
his sweetheart when he de-
stroyed her father's schooner.1
The girl's brother was killed by
one of the submarine's crew.
During the Summer the U-boat
sank a Norwegian steamship In
the North Sea and 10 of the ves
sel's complement were killed in
the explosion. The day follow
ing. Von Tuebinger, cursing the.
Kaiser, Von Tirpltz and the war,
jumped from the conning tower
of bis craft into the sea and was
lost.
After the submarine returned
to its base the crew gathered to
gether the belongings of their
commander, including the diary
he valued so highly, and smug
gled them to a close f riend0 in
one of the Scandinavian capitals. -
Today The Or-gonian prints
the first installment of this
diary. Successive installments .
will be published on September "
30 and October 7. The work was
so large and covered such a wide
range of observationsthat In ed
iting it for publication only its
more generally interesting por
tions have been used.
and Minna may never be aroused from
the dream."
1914 20 July.
Fritz Launig sent for me early this
morning. He was locked up in a police
station. I had to enlist the interest of
Captain Laroen's most influential
friends to persuade the authorities to
accept bail. Fritz had met his Eng
lish enemy again, and the original
quarrel was renewed. This time, it
seems, Fritz took- the initiative, and
when his lordship spoke sneeringly of
his majesty, our Kaiser, Fritz' fist a
most ponderous weapon shot out and.
catching the Briton on the chin, felled
him. The poor fellow is in a hospital.
To me it has always seemed silly to
discuss either nationality or religion
with one who takes radically opposite
views. Sven, too, shares my opinion.
"Whenever I hear anybody brag
about ' the country to which he be
longs," said Sven, on learning of the
sinister turn the encounter between
Fritz and the Englishman had taken.
"I alwaS'S make up my mind that he
must be lacking In personal merits and.
in order to count for something, has to
fall back upon the reflected luster of
the country from which he hails. This
it is that makes people so viciously
vengeful when their nation is slighted.
At heart it is not their nation for
which they care, but it is the dimming
of their own luster which they dread
to lose the moment the national great
ness is threatened with an eclipse.".'
Fritz said he felt sorry he had given
away, to anger. . "Not only on account
of the trouble it has brought upon me,'
he said, "but because I feel a real pit
for the Englishman. Usually I have
made it a practice to place myself in
tne position of a person who says or
does something which offends r.-e. I
think: 'Well, Fritz, suppose you were
in his place, would you not act the
same way as he?" In nine cases out of
10 I have had to admit that I would
act in precisely the same manner, for
there is no one so free from worry.
chagrin. Impatience, Indignation over
the meanness, chicanery and pettiness
of those with whom he comes in hour
ly contact but that the least seeming
Indignity offered irritates htm and
arouses, his anger and impels him to
acts which his sober, more leisurely re
flection would never sanction. We al
ways ought to remember the worries
and woes and unhappiness which all
of us are heir to, and then we would
be more forgiving and sympathetic and
the world would be a more desirable
place to live in and we would find
our surroundings more tolerable."
"Well, then, why did you strike the
Englishman?" Sven asked.
"You know my philosophy, Sven,"
replied Fritz. "Our mind is a func
tion of the brain. ..It is born with the
brain, grows with its growth and is
subject to whatever alterations af
fect the brain, and when the brain
perishes there is no legitimate rea
son to believe that the mindthe
brain function will continue to live
any more than there is reason to be
lieve that digestion the stomach func
tion will continue after the stomach
is gone. Nevertheless there are with
in us many feelings, emotions, passions
which-are altogether independent of
the mind and which the mind merely
serves to call into active play by pre
senting appropriate objects to them.
ror instance, when Hans sees a woman
who is an. entire stranger to him, do
you think , he experiences -the same
emotions as when he sees Minna? His
mind shows him both girls, yet that
within him which is capable of love
remains unmoved in the presence of 1
the stranger, while in the presence of I
Minna it flares up into a blazing
flame. So far as his mind is con
cerned he Is able to receive both im
pressions with unemotional impar
tiality. "Now. that which loves and hates,
which fears or hopes, which longs for
or dreads, which feels attraction or re
pulsion, is that which, for lack of a
more comprehensive word. I call the
will. This wjll is the primitive, un
changing element within us. It Is ut
terly independent of our mind, except
in so far as our mind brings before
it the objects which serve as motives
and cause it to react in accordance
with its attraction or repulsion or
leave the will unmoved if . it enter
tains an indifference toward, those
motives.
"The will, therefore, is our real
selves, and it is that which feels either
joy or suffering. And for this reason
it is the true .master, while the mind is
merely the light-bearer, the servitor,
which the will employs to show it the
objects which it craves. When the
mind recognizes a certain course of
action to be right and proper the will
often steps in and vetoes the mind's
decision by an impulsive act, which is
diametrically counter W the mind's
best judgment. That is just what hap
pened to me when that Englishman
spoke disrespectfully of the Kaiser.
All my resolves, tested .and approved
by many years of practice, were
brought to naught by the sudden gust
of passion. My will got the best of
my mind and I struck out blindly."
I interrupted my entry to see what
the newsboys were calling out at so
late an hour. Their "extra" relates to
a threat of war. The paper would
have its readers believe that all
Europe is likely to be embroiled in
a war on account of Austria's griev
ance against Serbia. Such rot! An
European- war could not last a week
without bankrupting every nation. I
shall go to sleep quite soundly with
out fear from such a source.
If there should be a war well. I
am a reservist and my dilettantic dab
bling in submarine craft construction
will not have been wasted. Sven and
I spoke of submarines - this afternoon.
He. too, has studied the subject. He
thinks they will enter largely into
the next war1 if ever there is a war.
We are thoroughly agreed on both
branches of this hypothetical proposi
tion. 1014 31 July.
The "impossible" has been realized.
War has virtually been declared. Aus
tria's desire for revenge against Serbia
for the assassination of her archducal
pair has set afoot the armies of all
Europe. Revenge Is no less sweet to
nations than to individuals: but. alas!
Infinitely more costly. I was called -to
the service today, and my poor Minna
has been weeping since I showed her
the notifications I will, leave for Kiel
tomorrow.
Nothing appears to escape our
Argus-eyed government. Why order
me to report at Kiel unless they knew
of my penchant for submarine boats?
At any rate, I hope that if there must
be war I shall be assigned to the
U-boat branch of the service.
Minna's parents God bless them
said they did not believe the war could
last more than a week or two at the
utmost, and that when it' is all over
and I am back the marriage shall
take place at once.
Sven is not as optimistic about the
war's duration. He is of the opinion
that the economic rivalries involved
call for 'an all-around readjustment of
"checks and balances." and that this
cannot be accomplished in less than at
least six months or a year. ,
Our friend Fritz, who has been freed,
now that his Englishman is out of the
hospital and declines to press any
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"Sven takes a too one-sided view,"
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war- will have recognized the proper
economic alignments all the evil pas
sions which escaped from the Pandora
box will have come about our ears,
and there will be no peace possible for
the world for years and years."
In one of his characteristic talks
Fritz treated us to a veritable dis
quisition on what . might be termed
"things in general and hatred and re
venge in particular."
"Have history and your own experi
ence spoken to you in vain?" he asked.
"Have you not yet learned that of all
animals man is the most bloodthirsty,
ferocious and cruel? One French writer
calls man 'the pre-eminently criminal
animal. And, indeed, what other ani
mal besides man, not even excluding
the hyena and tiger, slays except In
rage or to appease hunger? Man is the
only creature that slays for a pastime
the only one that goes hunting to
augment his pleasure. It makes my
blood boil to see ministers of the gospel
with the New Teetament in one hand
and the hunting-knife in the other;
their tongues uttering words of mercy,
their hearts lusting for the destruction
of their fellow creatures; their brains
either too dull to recognize the incon
gruity between their words and deeds,
or else too busy seeking justification
for so flagrant a defiance of the meek
and humane Jesus teaching. The hypo
crites! .
"And what are- entire governments
but hypocrites? Is not the so-called
'checks and balances system a mere
euphemism for what everybody ought
to know by its right name a restraint
to hold each nation In leash to prevent
it from attacking and destroying its
neighbor? Selfishness is at the bottom
of it. Kach wants everything. And
what each lacks it envies In the other.
And from envy springs hatred and an
ger, which are apt to beget that 'brief
madness of nations which Seneca found
in Individual men, only that the "brief
madness' of nations lasts immeasurably
longer. And once anger Is aroused is
any provocation too trifling to fan it
Into a fight? For anger has the pe
culiarity of distorting and exaggerat
ing the objects which provoke it; and
these again, by their seemingly in
creased magnitude and importance,
screw up anger to a higher pitch, and
thus by action and reaction playing
reciprocally into each others' hands, a
nation's fury may come to know no
bounds and can be lulled only by mon
strous acts of revenge.
"And, my dear children' Fritz is two
years older than Sven and I, but 30
years wiser and better informed; hence
the paternal tone "that is why I look
forward to another seven years' war.
Nor will it remain confined? to - the
countries which are beginning; it. All
Europe will be aflame, and it would be
astonishing if the other continents es
caped. It will be a vortex lntc which,
as likely as not, the whole earth will
be drawn."
"You draw too black a rrospect,M T
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