The Birmingham age-herald., 1911-04-30

T can deny no longer that a fugitive is in my house. You are looking for the ar tilleryman, Fritz here he is.' And he pointed to Feodore, who stepped forward from the shadow. Do not disguise your self any longer, my son, in Russian un- form" continued Gotzkowsky; you see it is all over" Feodor was, of course, ut | terly unknown to the Austrians. and the | officer In command at once took 1t for granted that he was the man he sought in disguise. Do you deny that you are the Cannoneer Fritz?" asked the officer. Feodor smllled-he saw only an adven- ture. Why should deny it?' he replied. So they took him off for immediate execu- tion. Elise lay senseless upon the floor. Feodor thought at first that 1t was a good joke-his arrest for the Prussan cannoneer, Fritz, but when he found him. self marched to a square and file of sol diers marched up to shoot him, the joke became no joke at all. He announced his name and rank, and with the grea atest difficulty got the Austrian officer to send tify him. He escaped but his escape was a narrow one. The merchant was dis appointed, he had meant that the affair should end with F'eodor's life.
 When Feodor had been taken away, Gotzkowsky took his fainting daughter ir his arms and revived her. "Oh, my child" said he, do you not know that I love you infinitely?" Yes" she replied, you love me as one loves a jewel that is set in gold. But you do not love me as father. You have heaped upon me diamonds and riches. The only posses sion I desired contrary to your will you deprive me of because 1t is mine against your will Now, poor, rich man, take your gold and seek to buy yourself another daughter-me you have lost" Every word of Elise went through the heart of the merchant like dagger. Gotzkowsky rang the bell and bade the servant maids take their young mistress to her room.
 Then, in his own apartment. he sat long, thinking. thinking. and the bur den of his thoughts was that while from beggar boy he had raised him. self to wealth and power he had lost all that he had amassed wealth for the love of his daughter. Loud cries of the people in the street entreating him to save them from the fury of the Austrians aroused Gotzkowsky from his rcverie and stirred him to action in be- half of his fellow citizens. It was a night of horor in Berlin and through the tumult moved the merchant, as- suaging the fury of the conquerors and saving from destruction many citizens marked out for doom by the Austrians. Day had dawned when the tired man reached his home. That day things were more orderly-the Russian general Tottleben, German by birth and a soldier of fortune, took command of the day. The doors of Gotzkowsky y's house were open to all refugees, rich and poor alike. They there hid their treasures or placed their lives under lis protection. The merchant represent ed all that there was effective of the Prussian government of the Prussian capital.
 But not only the Austrians but the Cos sacks began to pilage toward the close of the day. The fierce warriors of the steppes went abroad Kidnapping men and women and holding them for ransom of a crowd of absolute young officers. whose training had been in the court of the Empress Elizabeth. Colonel von Brenda visited the messroom of his regiment and found the officers shaking dice for the possession of a young woman who had just been brought in captive by the Cossacks. She was seated in a corner of the room and had a thick veil drawn over her face. Just in time.' cried one of the officers. "try your luck, Colonel. Feodore looked toward the yelled figure and thought: Perhaps she is young and handsome-like Elise. What If I should try to save her? am lucky at dice"
 ''very well," said he. but I shall win and promise beforehand to arrange with her about her ransom and to deliver up