Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1889-03-11

him almost g soon q his body touched the
ground dragged and almost threw myseh
upuu the bleeding breast Of my friend DR..
Never pulled me away.
your friend is dead said be, gently.
His aim was true in both cases.
Ny dear KARL began the letter be had
left me- whichever way this AFFAIR ends II
must end disastrously for me. II l fall under
thu counts fire the object Of this meeting viii
be attained, but fall must, and, II it must
be, by my own hand That YOU may under
stand thecsuses which led TO such result,
must go back sumo years in the history OF
my life.
.
Il was born in Bavaria near small vii
lage where our estates were situated Ny
father and his father before him wasted an
immense inheritance, and when reached my
majority my patrimony scarcely reached
700 marks. Before that time ] scarcely
valued money, as my needs were always sup
piled, but now | awoke to the fact that
was q beggared noblcman- My father
placed q rich marriage to my view to re-
trieve our fallen fortunes. l refused to lend
myself to the scheme. Ny father stormed;
remained obdurate The consequence was
quarrel and final separation The cause OF
my obstinacy was young girl of the village
whom loved devotedly. Adele was of hum
bic parentage, but endowed with the charms
a duchess would envy. When left the cas-
tie repaired TO the inn OF the village. A
note dispatched by the smart servant maid
brought Adele to our old TRUSTING place, and
in an hour we had hidden farewell to home
and friends forever. Next day We were mar
ried was as perfectly happy as my heart
could wish. The only cloud that disturbed
nv dream of bliss was that concealment of
my marriage was necessary. About six
months after our marriage my regiment
was transferred to Spandau, l left Wur-
temburg alone, intending to send for my
wife as soon as | was established in
my new quarters. From Spandau
wrote at once upon my arrival and re-
ceived tender reply by the next mail. After
that the answers to my letters came less reg
ularly, and one day they ceased entirely.
at once obtained furlough, and, as speedily
as could, FASTENED back to Wurtemburg.
terrible revelation awaited me- Ny wife had
eloped Ny rage you can picture, but my
agony and shame you cannot imagine
traversel the country in unsuccessful pursuit.
Her paramour was a young Italian painter,
who occupied a studio near our lodgings l
borrowed money and secured Italy. At Pa
lermo | found a clew, and followed them to
Perrucio, small village in the interior, but
there all trace of them was lost | returned
to my regiment, which, in the mean time,
had been transferred to Berlin. My LIES
dream was ended and revenge was The only
passion / nursed. My days were a weary
monotony l never laid my eyes on Adele
again until that January night. Adele Won
Metz, my wife, and Adele de Gichy, the
cyprian and thief, were the same. The meet
ing was so sudden and unexpected that 1t
paralyzed my faculties and she ESCAPED my
vengeance. have grown tired of existence,
and so good-by. If ever you should meet one
Giovanni Milletti, an Italian painter. remem-
Der your unfortunate friend, HANS"
Charles B. Shilun in Cincinnati Enquirer.