The Saint Paul globe., 1900-06-03
Lies Dging
im Dfzz0.

Wealth and splendor have gone; the
man who killed four others for her love
lies moldering underground with his vic
Tins; the world that bowed before her
beauty has forgotten her, or If 1t remem-
bers, remembers only to pity for pass
ing moment; the beautiful eyes that once
were watched eagerly by hundreds for a
glance are sightless. It is the end Of
the glory Of the Baroness Jenny Won
Rahden She lies in Nizza-blind, miser-
ably poor and dying. The magnificent
trained horses which she loved passion
ately, and with which she won applause
from all Of Europe, have been sold long
ago for debt, and she does not know
who owns them now.
1t was as the high school equestrian
Jenny Weiss that she first became one
Of the celebrities of the continent. MANY
wooed her. OF them all none wooed as
did the big, handsome, dashing, prodigal-
~ rich Russian, Baron Won Rahden. He
won her, and became as fierce an adorer
Of his wife as he had been her adorer
during courtship. He showered her with
love and wealth, and watched her with
hot suspicion (not of her, but Of all
who approached her) that frightened his
world.
For this man, with his savage love,
there came torment His wealth was
swept away in q night, and he faced life
as begear. United for work, he
struggled bitterly, until sheer necessity
forced him to let his wife return to the
circus arena with her horses. Faithful
ly she laboTed for him and herself and
urnr a1,5o
both fame and money. But the life was
mortal agony for the Russian. Night
after night he stood where his fierce eyes
could watch the audience, and every
glance that seemed to imply admiration,
even the applause that was lavished on
her, bit into him as acid into a wound.
Soon Vienna was startled by the news
that duel had been fought between him
and an officer of high rank, and that his
opponent had been killed at the first fire.
1t was proved that the dead officer had
attempted to force his attentions on the
equestrian, and the baron was not prose-
cuted.
The tragic affair cooled neither the
barOn's blood nor that of the admirers Of
the baroness. A second duel in the south
Of Europe soon followed the first, and an
other dead officer was left on the field to
testify to the prOwess, this time, Of the
barons sword.
Again, il. France. a civilian, one of the
richest men of the day, and a notorious
roue, tried to send a note to the baron
ess. The baron intercepted it, and the
next morning it became known in the
town that the baron's deadly record had
been incI eased by another victim.
This third duel suff1ced to frighten the
most daring, and for considerable time
even this insanely jealous man found
something like peace, for there was no
man in any of the crowds that watched
the beautiful woman ride who did not
keep himself in rein, well knowing that
the Rus slams sharp eyes were rowing
over each face In turn with fierce watch
fulness in every glance But finally, in
the circus in Clermont-Ferrand in
France, during the French engagement
a Danish naval officer became infatuated
was reckless; perhaps he did not know
the record of her husband. At any rate,
he took no pains to hide his admiration
of the Baroness Jenny. His remarks
were loud and his actions challenging.
He sat through two performances on the
first day and reappeared on the second
day, showing his feeling still more
openly. His friends hastened then to
acquaint him with the truth They told
him that the baroness was unapproach
able; that she lived only for her hand
some loveT-husband and that he in turn
carried death in his hand for all who
passed the line. Sure enough he was
soon added to the list of victims.