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 ltllCIC Ullll II U L I1IG1GIJ LUO I I VI . . Ill Hill 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 A 11-Wool the Only Clothes Economy! Economy is one of the war cries; the best quality is not in cheaper quality, but the bet ter, all-wool fabrics are best; they serve best; most value for your money. - Hart Schaffner & Marx Clothes are just such clothes for economy. 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"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. 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