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TIIE SUNDAY OREGOXIAX, rORTLAXD, SEPTEMBER 30, 1917. 16 RUTCHERY ENJOYED BY U-BOAT CAPTAItl Filing of Pity for Victims Vanishes but Scorn Is Ex- pressed for Decorations. FIANCEE CAUSE OF WORRY Tragedy in I-ife of Assistant Re- vValcd Whcp Halted Vessel Has Stiirl Who Jilted Him Aboard, Being Commanded by Rival. jTRAFORMATIOX OF AV- j THOR'S VIEW SHOWN. i The Oregonlan today publishes ;the second of three instalments of the remarkable "Diary of a fU-Boat Commander." This por tion covers the first year of the war. and shows the art-loving Aesthete, whose fate put him aboard a submarine, losing rap- J ;idly his pre-war characteristics and glorying in his worK ot butchery. The diary may be .re- -garded as one of the most a- tounaing pL-uuiusivai ;ments that has ever come to light. a result of our "victory. After the poor, mutilated body of the English man had been consigned to its grave in the sea, Fritz went to his berth. I saw him again during the evening meal, but except for the conventional salu tations we were both taciturn. My disc substitute for the old manner of periscopic observation has fully vindicated its usefulness. No longer any need to stand for hours watching, with head bent back and eyes strained and concentrated upon the periscope field." Now all I have to do is to sit In a. comfortable chair and look into a camera obscura, on the bottom of which, level with the sea, is repro duced the picture of what is actually going on outside our boat. The part of the arrangement of which I am proudest is the magnetic disc, or re volving table, which, like the compass, always points true north. No matter how our U-boat Is headed, the picture on the disc is always exactly in its natural position- In relation; to the points of the compass. Distances, too, are indicated, as heretofore, by lines drawn across the face of the disc. The thought of the swift, unforeseen destruction which came upon those luckless men of E-3 is made more som ber by my heart yearnings for Minna. Dear Minna, do you ever think of me now? I have reproduced your sweet countenance four times in paintings. But, alas! what were even a Raphcl's reproduction of your face compared with the reality which I am compelled to forego? Do you pray for me nightly as fervently as I for you? tOepyright. 1917. by the New York Herald ('ompany au ngun oopyrisht by New York Herald Company. Translated from the original Germ a a by Jrvlng K. Bacon.) ; SECOND INSTALLMENT. 1 1914 18 October. The E-3 ls our first English sub marine trophy! I was In the conning tower shortly after our midday meal today, experimenting with .my new magnetic disc for the periscope, -when a peck appeared on the disc and moved slowly in an easterly direction. Under th magnifiers the speck resolved Itself nto a periscope. My location , chart indicated that no other U-boat was ex pected anywhere near that neighbor hood at that time. The periscope was unquestionably that of an enemy. shaped my course so that our star board torpedo should be directly at right angles with, the iiritisher wnen aha passed, us. ' Scruples Kot Shaken Off. A feeling of anxiety took possession of ?ne- I vainly tried to snase wu iu conscientious scruple wmcn nu It jeeemed so terrible to me to lie In wait, cold bloodedly, for the icnow wnu was approaching his doom, his boat's human freight probably entirely un suspicious of the trip which I, their executioner, wan laying tor tnem. What an awful late: i naa no iuie of ' knowing, or even guessing, now r.:any men might be aboard her. Nev ertheless, my imagination pictured as larfce a complement as that aboard our owi craft, and all of them engaged no doabt in some occupation which took their minds off the imminence 01 aeam lurking so near. J Connltatton la Held. t rang for Fritz. He has become my in everything. If I believed in reincarnation I would think that Fritz oal is the tame as that which -animated the body of -Socrates toiore than OtM) years ago. He is as gooa as n Is fwlse. The crew regard mm as demigod. Theimann epecially stands in m. sort of supernatural awe of him ver since Frits s disquisition on ioc overmastering influence of an idea upon one's will. Fritx had just oecn iaKjns buf was none the less cheerrui in re pcmdlng to my summons. Hastily 1 explained the situation- I showed him th5 ppeck. still traveling eastward on the; disc, but by this time nearly two thirds the distance across the diameter. Attack Held Abnolate Duty. What say you, Fritz? Is It just? Is it fair?" 3 don't want to make the oanai rcpiy rf rWould they hesitate to blow you out of the water if the situation were reversed? " said Fritz. "If it were wrong to take such an advantage of an nmy the wrong would not be sancti fied by the knowledge that the enemy would not allow his conscience to de ter him. But in this instance. Hans, there is no wrong, no immoral element at all in the act. It is your sworn duty as defender of your fatherland to lake advantage of precisely such a sit uation as this. But. see! there's not an instant to be lost. J ne periscope has traversed almost the whole breadth of .the disc. Our friend the enemy m irjt be pretty near!" The torpedoes were in place. I di rected the aiming of the one in the starboard tube forward, and at -the mo ment which I calculated to be the one when the Briton was passing a few hundred yards away I pressed the con trol button and sent the torpedo to spd on her mission of death. I Mangled Survivor Picked I p. T,he speck disappeared from the disc and almost simultaneously with its dis appearance we heard a muffled rumble, followed by a distinct jarring of our boat. W e emerged to the surface. Th' water was greatly disturbed, but of th' enemy submarine there was no trat-e. Several hundred yards away however, something appeared to be floating on the water. The p lasses showed me a shocking sight. The floating object was the frightfully mu t i lated body of a man. He was still living, but unconscious. We KOt him ab-trd and Kaempfer administered an esthetics. "He can't live." said the surgeon. "In fact, he hasn't enough left to make living worth while. I'll jiit keep him unconscious and free from pain until the end." The end came in less than half an hovlr. In a little waterproof bag sus pended from a cord around the neck was an identification book. It gave the; man's name as Edward Kenton. 26 years old. of , London, an oiler aboard H. M. S. E-3. The destruction of the submarine was a duty well performed and for which, no doubt, I sha'l receive a dis tinction, perhaps an Iron Cross. But, ch God. how can a thousand Iron Crosses compensate for the torture of mind which I endure! Decoraf loa Belittled. What fools men are! A little ribbon of no intrinsic value bestowed by a government, to be held in so great rev erence a token of inestimable worth! And thus, having trainee manKlnd- to do homage to this valueless ribbon, as if it were of sacred import, govern ments, without much expense to them selves, scat ter "honors" (ribbons and medals) with a lavish hand, and man dm themselves amply repaid thus for their most heroic sacrifices. 1015 1 January. Nothing short of a miracle saved us from destruction at the very threshold of the New Year. I thank thee, dear j Lord, for this thy mercy, and also for the glorious achievement which at Ahe same time thou has vouchsafed me. After having been all but run down by a British ship it fell to our lot to destroy that floating fortress. It lacked a few minutes of 3 o'clock this morning when I relieved Fritz, who had been watching all night. I had been unable to sleep. Premonitions of some impending disaster a disa greeable, apprehensive feeling which probably everybody has. experienced now and then kept me awake. Some how 1 connected it with Minna and could not shake off the fear that son calamity had befallen her. Even prayer, that sweet and almost always effective panacea for Ills not purely physical., failed this time to allay my anxiety. Fritz was worn out and gladly availed himself of my offer to let him get to bed. He had scarcely left the tower when I heard, faintly at first, but rapidly growing more and more distinct, a sound not unfamiliar to those who are at home in submarines the whirring of the blades of the screw of a steamship. We were traveling slowly, barely four knots, submerged about 15 feet. I quickly sheered off away from the direction of the sound and at the same time approached the surface close enough to use the peri scope. Outlined distinctly on the disc T could see the vast hull, which had barely misse'd ramming our boat. Another instant and a torpedo was launched, striking our adversary amid ships, midway between the keel and the water line. This was at precisely 3 o'clock. Within half an hour the 15.000-ton fighting machine was rest ing on the bottom of the Channel. My camera obscura showed me tne indescribably chaotic scene during this exciting half hour preceding the sink ing of the vessel. Fritz had come bacK and, standing silently near rr.d. v- as also watchtng the remarkable picture on the disc. Of four boats w-hich. were lowered one. a barge, capsized, ana many or her men were drowned before those in the other boats had appeared to realize the peril of their comrades in the water. When the latter had been picked up the three boats were crowd ed. How many lives were lost by the capsizing of the barge I could not say. Many must also have perished in the exploxlon: hundreds, probably. I felt no such qualms of conscience this time as last October, when we sank an enemy submarine. Fritz also appeared to be elated and became more talka tive. "Congratulations. Hans." he said. "If you keep up this record of sinkings you will have to get a submarine trailer to hold all your medals." Fritz never thinks of his own share In-our work when there Is credit to be taken; he is quick, however, to avow renponsibility whenever there is like lihood of trouble. He is a true altruist and. like Hamlet's Horatio, one can say of him that FVr thou hast been as one. In suffering all. That suffer nothing "Judged by merit, Fritz.' I said, no number of Iron Crosses could ever be an adequate reward for you. "It were better for the world If peo ple had as much real, unfeigned, sin cere ami ration for the cross of the Crucified One as they have for the Iron Cross, replied Fritz. "This is a revelation to me,' I said. "I never dreamed that you entertained so great a reverence for religion. I had gotten the impression that you be lieved in nothing and that you consid ered death to be the windup and period of existence. "No. Hans. I am a devout believer It 'religion, but not in 'religions. I re gard it absurd to deny that there Is i spiritual somethiffg behind the phenom enal world. For all physical nature bristles at every point with mysteries which can be explained only on the as sumption of a spiritual background. But, "religions the man-made dogmas, dressed in rituals that's another story. "And, as for death, do not believe that it s-pella annihilation. Death is but the portal to another kind of ex istence. It is the re-enfranchisement of that which constitutes one's real ego one's will, which, as I have often explained to you, is that constant, un changing factor within us which loves, hates, desires, dreads, hopes, fears, re joices, suffers and. in a word, is sub ject to all the passions and emotions. in contradistinction to the intellect. which plays the part of a spectator, residing temporarily in our body's at tic, the brain, of which it is merely a function. "If you go so far I suggested, "why not go the whole length? Of the many extant religions there surely must be one that fits your case. "There is; it is philosophy. To me, as to nearly all who really think, phil osophy ministers all the consolations of a religion. There is an instinct everybody which prompts him to desire to know something about life's prob lems w-hich science should not even pretend to "be able to solve. Such are the problems of whence we came whither we are going; what is the true meaning' of life: why are the Just often unhappy and the unjust so fortunate why is there a universe at all, and so forth. The toilers have no time to puzzle out these problems for them selves: nor have they leisure or in clination to study books in the hope o finding the solutions. Religion gives them a ready-made reply which they can easily comprehend and which, whether true or false, answers the in sttnetive. craving for knowledge. Hence religion is the philosophy of those who do not or cannot think, white philoso phy is the religion of the thinkers. "My only reason for disliking dog matic religions is the superstitious awe which they engender toward outward forms. Can anything be more con temptible than to pretend to be. let us say, a Christian on no better ground than because one goes to church, re frains from eating meat Fridays, fasts in I-ent. etc.. yet neglects or even spurns the nobler, more ethereal, spir itual and sublimely ' ethical teachings of the church? It is this that Jesus re buked when he spoke of the "cup clean without, yet full of filthiness within T know many who are guilty of the grossest Immorality, 'grafters who do not hesitate to plunder whenever and wherever thev ran. tH vet servances. Christ said. 'Do this and do not neglect the other If their re- i ligion bids them do this, let them honor that commandment, but let them also honor the other commandments of their religion, and then the world will be better. But religions fail in this, that they seem to condone violations of the more spiritual and ethical teachings while they hurl anathemas against those who violate the merely formal, outward and really nonessential teach ings. I hate religions precisely be cause they temporize with the world and because their ministers kow-tow to sinners who are powerful." - 1915 1 April. There is something exhilarating In this business of butchery. God! how I have changed! I remember with what soul agony I fired the torpedo which settled the fate of a British battleship and sent hundreds of men to perdition. Now no such spiritual qualms torment me. I feel as free as the air and to send forth a torpedo on its errand of death has become to me scarcely more than to hurl a ball over the course of a bowling alley. The toppling over of the pins when the ball strikes them is less exciting to me only In degree than the destruction of a warship and its crew. Since the blockade of Great Britain there has been no dearth of adventure. God knows I have need of excitement j of some sort, Minna is In my thoughts, constantly. Nothing except the hunt 1 and chase and fight with these hostile boats can ease my mind. Fritz saya it is fortunate I am not addicted to liquor or I would be drunk all the time. Be tween battlea and my beloved diary I manage to keep my thoughts off the one tormenting theme long enough to prevent me from becoming ir.sane. For a while, before the era of promis cuous U-boat carnage was inaugurated by Admiral von Tirpitz. there was plenty of leisure aboard our boat. For while, to get rid of my haunting memories, I played cards. Fritz played once or twice to gratify me, but then declared that he would rather lie dead at the bottom of the sea than waste more time in that way. 'Unless a person makes a business of trying to win money at cards, or by any other, mode of gambling." he said. 'I can account in only one way for a desire to play; that Is poverty of in tellectual equipment. Anybody who has a mind of the right caliber and well Btocked with knowledge will never suffer from ennui to such an extent as to need to banish it with cards. 'You see, Hans, the passionate gam blers (not the professional, whose avowed purpose is to win money), the men and women of society, who make their chief amusement consist in ! bridge or whist or other games of haz- i ard, are intellectually bankrupt. You will remember that I told you that the will, the source of all our cravings, is lord and master of our being, while the mind is Its servant. That this is so Is shown hourly by most persons In the slavish subservience of their minds to the dictates of their will. Nothing that does not minister to the cravings of their will is of interest to their in tellect. And in whatever pertains to the furtherance of the welfare of their will their Intellect is amazingly shrewd and keen. "Now. when a person of this sort has his nose to the grindstone, as the say ing is, and has to toil for a livelihood, his mind is kept busy on the treadmill and life is full of interest to him. But if by chance he acquires wealth or at least a competence, and need no longer worry about the morrow, his mind oses its incentive for activity. The will no longer applies the spur and lash to keep the brain busy and the latter hot only rests but actually falls asleep and stagnates. The will, however. does not cease to crave; but as the in tellect no longer supplies any motives. this craving is not directed to any defi nite object, and a void, a dull, dead ening ennui, results. "To take the place of the legitimate motives which have ceased some in genious fiends incarnate have invented gambling, and this now becomes the one all-absorbing motive to allay the cravings of the insatiable will." "But it is not ennui with me, Fritz. T urged; "it is despair on account of Minna." "Then paint her portrait again. Paint It a hundred times, each time to reflect a different phase of character." retort ed Fritz. "Read, write do anything but gamble. It is not a worthy occupa tion for a mind which I know to be far above that of the factory-made prod uct of humanity, such as we brand as vulgar, Pobel. mob. hoi polloi. canaille." 191S 13 April. Since my previous entry, 1 April. what has occurred would be sufficient to swell my modest diary to the size of novel. Several sinkings and the chase of one vessel, the Norwegian steamship Belrldge, torpedoed by us and badly battered, but which man aged to escape to the Downs. But these were mere incidents of more or less superficial interest compared with our experience In connection with the search of the Norwegian steamship Norga. bound for London. It is of too remarkable nature to despatch briefly therefore I will set It forth In fulL The night of April 2 was pitch dark. There was no sign of moon or stars and black clouds hung like funeral drapery, reaching from the skies to the water. The North Sea was a bit boisterous. but not too much so for our boat to ride at a barely perceptible pace on the surface. The weather was too cool for comfort on deck, so we had the hatches down and were comfortable and at ease within our "shell." y Fritz Launig was reading for the hundredth time Shakespeare's "Ham let" and I was gazing listlessly at the disc of our camera obscura, hoping in my tired, lackadaisical condition that nothing might be projected upon it from outside through the -periscope. Suddenly a flash of light appeared on the disc. Its position showed it to be 1000 yards away in a northeasterly di rection. It lasted but two or three seconds, but in that brief time Fritz, aroused . by my. exclamation, had dropped his; book and leaped to the camera In time to Bee the tiny flare be fore it vanished. We turned off the electric lights and pushed aside a porthole shutter. For awhile our eyes, still dazzled, peered vainly into the night, but after a min ute or so, straining our sight toward the spot which had been Indicated on the disc, we made out something of a deeper black within the darkness. I notified our crew by three short, barely audible bell taps, so arranged as to sound . simultaneously in every quarter and compartment of our craft, that we were about to submerge. In less than -a minute we had slid noise lessly beneath the surface and Fritz and I kept our eyes glued to the fate ful spot on the disc We had replaced the porthole shutter, but did not turn on the lights, and now as the darkness within which we were was relieved only by the relatively less dark projec tions on the disc, we could trace more distinctly than we had been able to do through the porthole the faint outline of & steamship. This clearer vision was due to the magnifying lenses of the camera obscura. Daylight Clear Doubt a. I was the first to break the silence. "Enemy or neutral?" I asked. My voice sounded more uncannily hollow and sepulchral than I remember ever having heard it before. There was something spooky also about Fritz' voice when he replied: "The only way to determine this honestly is to get to the surface again and fire a shot, call ing upon her to stop. If she is a hos tile -warship our curiosity might cost us too dearly. To fire a torpedo would be safer for us. but not as fair and just to the other vessel." "But what right has even a neutral in the blockade zone?" I asked. -Who can tell?" replied Fritz. "Tt is . . m -e-ir jubordlnat-. to d'm'-iir wiir permit me to suggest, why not wait a few hours until dawn gives us a better view of the stranger? We can keep pace with her at a distance of, say, 6000 yards, and see all we need to see of her with the first streak' of light, long before she can even suspect our presence." His advice was adopted and even be fore the dawn the heavy black clouds dispersing before a fresh northwest erly wind, we were enabled to recog nie the name Norga painted on the steamship's side. We came to the surface and a shot across her bows stopped the Norwe gian. After cautiously circling around her and making reasonably sure that she was not armed. I ordered her com mander to come with his papers .aboard our vessel- Captain Foss was soon alongside and boarded our boat. He was bound for London in ballast and had 12 passengers aboard.' The manifest bore the names of only 11 passengers. ' "That's so," he replied. "The purser evidently forgot to enter the name of the 12 th. She came aboard after we had left port. She boarded us from a tug." "What is her name?" I asked. "Amalia von Tanneburg." Fritz reeled as if a blow had been given. "Is she aboard now?" he asked. Captain Foss appeared irresolute about his reply. He looked apprehen sively first at Fritz, then at me, and finally said: "Pardon- me, but why do you ask?" "I know the lady," said Fritz, who seemed to be beside .himself with some emotion, the nature of which I was not able to decipher. It might have been anger or jealousy or fear. "May I be allowed to search the Nor ga. Herr Commander von Tuebinger?" he requested, in a voice so changed that I scarcely recognized It. I was perplexed. What was in Fritz heart? I feared he might have some sinister motive in view and would com mit an act for which, no doubt, when he was himself again, he would feel regret, but which might bring- about serious international complications with Norway and even with the rest of the neutral world. I took him aside and begged him to tell .me the cause of his agitation. "Anuilia von Tanneburg was once en gaged to be my bride," he said. "The night before the day fixed for our mar riage she ran away from - me with a scoundrel whom, at her request. I had befriended. I had never seen the man. He was a Scandinavian of some sort. I promise, Hans, that I shall do no in jury to her, but I want to find out where the man is with whom she fled." "With half the world aflame with war, what good purpose could be at tained even if you learned of the man s whereabouts? Drop him and her. Fritz. Be your own true, magnaminous self again." "Do you command this?" "No, I only counsel it. If you must go, Fritz, then go, in heaven's name; hut on one condition that you do noth ing that either you or I might ever regret. "Topp, Hans!" he said, grasping my hand. "I will be as forbearing to Fraulein von Tanneburg as if she had never played the devil with a loving heart. Captain Foss was to remain with me until Fritz returned. I noticed that the captain was growing steadily un easier, and my curiosity finally over came my manners, and I asked him what he was worrying about. "Have you any contraband aboard?" I demanded. "No' he replied; It Is not that. I fear it is much worse." "Why, what can be worse than the losseof your vessel?" I asked. "The loss of my life." he said, and the abject fear which the face of the man expressed would have struck me as ludicrous, if there hadn't been some thing tragic about it. "My God, man, I said, "are you the one wun wnom this woman eiopea : "What shall I do, Herr Commander?' he exclaimed Imploringly. "Your Lieu tenant surely will kill me." "I do not think so." I said reassur ingly; "at least,, not without giving you a chance for your life. 'You mean a duel ? And this time the expression of terror depicted in his ook was so comical that I could not refrain from laughter. This only added fuel to this blazing bonfire of agony In his craven heart. Captain ent Array. Why, man alive," I said, "there are men dying on land and sea and In the skies every minute nowadays. Nobody fears death in times like these." . "I don't fear death exactly," he said. "but I should not like to die and leave her behind. I did not treat her fairly at first because I did not love her at that time. But I love her now. She all- the world to me." I thought of my Minna, and a soft erting tide of love suffused my heart. I felt pity for this poor poltroon ly wretch. I told him I would intercede for him when the man whom he had so wantonly wronged came back from the Norga. "The fact that you did not love the woman and yet stole her from the man to whom she was dearer than anything else on earth," I said, "almost moves me to leave you to your fate. But, on the other hand, the love you bear her now, although, believe me, I don't think she is worthy of even your love, pleads powerfully In your favor. Fritz had been gone more than two hours before the Norga's boat put off again with him. He seemed calmer, and his face had assumed even a sort of esctatic appearance, like that about which one reads concerning saints who contemplate things celestial. "V here is Captain Foss? was Fritz s first query after clambering aboard. had left the captain in my cabin, but did not tell Fritz so. "Well, is she the woman you sought? 1 asked evasively. "She is, and have forgiven her. And I also forgive Captain Foss." The captain was almost paralyzed by the sudden reaction from fear to joy Never was mortal more grateful for any gift than he to Fritz for sparing his life. When the fellow had gone back to his Norga and Amalia I invited Fritz into my cabin. There he told me the story of his love and agony. "I met Amalia for the first time three years ago at Florence. It was in one of the famous art galleries. She was traveling as companion to- her aunt, a. wealthy widow, who was our neighbor at Duesseldorf. 1 met them again, two weeks later, in the Sistine Chapel at Rome. Amalia, kneeling be fore the high altar, looked like the Madonna, Goodness, purity, devotion all the characteristic traits of sane tlty were expressed in her -beautiful countenance. I conceived a love tor her compared to. the flame of which, thought, all other loves, even those of historic fame, were but dwindlin sparks. "I followed Frau von Tronthelm and Amalia step by step from city to city, along a journey taking in Greece, Aus tria and Switzerland. They returned to Dusseldorf. By this time, a period of more than two months, I had appar ently become of more than passing in terest to Amalia. I was a welcome daily caller at her aunt's home, and as Amalia was a more than mediocre painter, we also spent many hours to gether at public and private galleries. The upshot of it all was that I pro posed, was accepted and, with the con sent of Frau von Trontheim. who was Amalia's guardian, our wedding day was fixed for the first of June, 1913, "A few weeks after our engagement, as I was walking through the more squalid section of Duesseldorf in search of material for a painting which I had long had in contemplation, thought I caught a glimpse of Amalia' face in an automobile. A man sat be side her, but I could not see his face, as he was looking out of the. window on the opposite aide of" the vehicle. -m posture I thought he was r to) m wr m m w m m m n r., r I wmmmm m 14 m m mt 1 ff. m. e e ( k. - M w .'Ail aWM A "1 J 2 tea f - j t-. "- Or - if s v 1 e U. ' f Model Eighty-five Foui More of the thirty-five ' horsepower' Overlan'sTare in use todayp than any other car of such comfortable sfze. And this.isthe best and most beautiful Overland Four ever Droduced. Overland-Pacific, Inc. Phone Broadway 3535 v Broadway at Davis St "My first impulse -was to attract their attention to me, but before I could do so the youngr woman, caught sight of me and uttered a little shriek of alarm; and the next Instant the au tomobile was speeding: away and soon lost to my view. "I hurried to Frau von Trontheim's house, intending- to demand an expla nation, when Judge of my amazement when on entering the parlor I found Amalia sitting at the piano playing Straus" The Blue Danube,' with a soul fulness such as I had rarely heard in fused into even that most soulful of Waltzes. 'I thought I saw you in an autonio hile less than half an hour ago," 1 stammered. " "Ach, S'ritz, dear,' she replied, "you surely are of Scotch descent. You are gifted, as only the Scotch re, with "second sight." I have not been out of the house today." "And the girl's merry laugh left no doubt that the one in the automobile was another, and that .1 had been de ceived by a striking Resemblance. "Several days after this Amalia told me that a young Scandinavian former ly a mate aboard a ship of which father was captain and. who had endeared himself to her father shortly before the latter"s death, was seeking a po sition in Duesseldorrs leading bank ing house. She knew that my influ ence there would secure him the po sitioin he sought. And she had judged rightly. The Scandinavian was soon installed at the bank, and Amalia said she felt sure that if her father was still alive he would be extremely grateful to me." ' "Well, to cut short the long thread of ny narrative. I met an old college friend on tne eve ot my wedding day. and when I told him of my approaching happiness he expressed unfeigned sur prise. .' " "Do you know a Scandinavian named King?" he asked. I told him I had been instrumental in obtaining a posi tion for him-at the bank. " "Well, said my friend, "he has been telling of a beautiful young woman's infatuation for him. and that he had the utmost difficulty in trying to make her understand that his affection for her had waned. The name he men tioned, it seems to me, was very similar to that of the young lady you are about to wed." "Ooaded to a frenzy of Jealousy, dis illusionment and rage, 1 hurried to Amalia, who received me as usual, with her sweetest smiles and fondest ktases. her brusquely .what I had Just heard. Have you ever seen a placid stream turned into a torrent? Amalia's indig nation manifested itself in so violent an outburst that for the time I lost sight of my own grievance and felt something akin to awe in the pres-, she was exhausted she buried her face in a sofa cushion and began sobbing convulsively. She had not directly de nied anything; but her reproaches that I should have lent ear to such a story amounted, inferentially, to a denial. And so great was my love for her that I grasped with avidity at this inference as a conclusive proof of her guiltless ness, and kneeling begged her to for give me. "Sunshine followed the stormy scene. Happiness had come back, and my heart was filled with gladness. Never before had earth seemed so heavenly. Never had Amalia been more tender or more loving. That night she fled. Kling failed to appear at the bank the following morning. I investigated, and discov ered that the couple had often been together at the home of an old hag in the street where the automobile inci dent occurred. "I did not see Amalia again unyil to day. When 1 boarded the Norga I saw a woman hastening down the compan ion way. I left two of our men Jon deck and went after her. She haifi -locked herself in a. cabin, but at 1y imper ative bidding opened th rdoor. We stood face to face again. She looked so wan and haggard, and her eyes ap pealed to me so pleadingly that my resolve to be harsh melted like snow before the Summer's sun. She threw herself upon her knees and implored forgiveness. I assistied her to a chair and then she told .me about her in fatuation for Kling that she had loved him long before she met me; that he had grown cold toward her and that she had hoped, by exciting his jealousy, to rekindle hi&' affection. My bound less love for her afforded her the op portunity she was seeking. Kling, finding Amalia loved by another, and piqued to think that she reciprocated the feeling, turned to her again with greater fondness. The automobile incident and my for tuitous meeting with the friend whose disclosures had taken me so aback, left Amalia no choice except flight, she said. She found Kling compliant and they fled together that afternoon. "For a while "he treated her consid erately, but a month or so after the . -f'-T'-r: hr 1 'i ' r. r " and maltreated; and often even beat her. He drank a great deal, and one night, returning home from a carouse, he was set upon by gangsters and robbed and beaten. For six weeka Amalia kept vigil at his bedside, nurs ing him back tenderly to life and health. Her kindness and devotion wrought a change in his heart. He bad grown to love her, and love in vested his entire character with its sanctifying grace. He never drank again, and his conduct became exem plary. He discarded the assumed name Kling and resumed his real one, Foss, and has built up around it a splendid reputation for Integrity and other vir tues. And Amalia now loves him, too. .-'And you?" I asked. "Time has healed the wound she made," Fritz replied; "but the scar still remains. I do not think it can ever disappear entirely." I told Fritz about the fear Captain Foss had entertained that he might have to fight a duel. "A duel with me is impossible," said Fritz. "I might kill a man in sudden anger or in battle as a patriotic duty; but in cold blood "and with well-calculated deliberateness never! "Can you tell me. anyway, Hans, what good a duel can subserve? Say a man calls me a liar, a fool, a scoundrel or the like. Does my shooting or stab bing the detractor prove anything? If he is right, and J am a liar, a fool or a knave, am I any the less so merely be cause I slay him?' (To Be Concluded Next Sunday.) THREE ASK FOR DIVORCE Mrs. Rice Says Hubby Criticised Cooking Before He Tasted It. Gladys S. Rice, in a divorce complaint filed yesterday, alleges that Floyd J. Rice criticised her cooking frequently without first having tasted it. Other charges of cruelty are made against Rice, to whom the plaintiff was mar ried at Vancouver, Wash., December 24. 3914. Morris H. Shlaifer is seeking a Hi vorce from Sophia Shlafer on the grounds of depertion. They were mar ried June 3, ISO". Alleged cruel and inhuman treat ment is the basis of a divorce suit filed yesterday by Edith "Wurtzberirer against Andrew J. Wurtzberger. The marriage took place at Oblonfir, -,-tl 07 1902. 1 f