The Huttig news., 1913-08-16

following facts, so that your ladyshil shall know all the motive powers tha may govern human actions.
 "The fact that my bullet went astras is due, not so much to the quicknes, of the great humanitarian and Ameri can patriot, Napoleon Edison, as i, the fact that I beheld the Countess Re siny in your company. moment 0 hesitation is enough to frustrate plans Her influence naturally, unintention ally saved your life, as my hand ait eye are always true. l am happy tha things turned out as they did.
 Before 1 explain why the countess presence saved you (she has dont however involuntarily, at least on good act in her life). I want to tell yo; that my name is not Mozrak, and l ar uot Russian.
 My name is Aetzel von RothenDerg. and some years ago I wore the uni form Of the famous Red Hussars
 Years ago. when on vacation trip travelled through Italy; at that time 1 could enjoy the great marvels of Ma ture. was young and noble-thinling and free. On the shore of the Lago di Maggiore I found destruction.
 T was tramping through the coun. try with a sketching outfit and let people think me an artist. In a SC. ciGded and beautiful spot, from where had an uninterrupted view of the snow-covered peaks of the Alps, and a wide vista of surroundings pine-cov cred land, I struck my easel and began work. A girl emerged from the only path and walked toward me. I say a girl, but l ought to say a vision. She was the most bewitching creature 1 had ever seen.
 "She came to me fearlessly and greeted me in a friendly way; I sketched her in my picture. Inside of an hour my fate was sealed, as I had fallen in love with her.
 One day near the end of my yaea tion, l received an invitation to visil the castle of the Rosinys. There found her. She was married and haf beautiful little girl about three year. old. She told me that she loved me that her husband was cruel to her. an, l believed everything. We eloped- and she made me traitor inside of few weeks. l was entrusted with i'm portaDt secrets and I entrusted then to her. loved her so!
 "Both the Count Rosiny and the countess were members of the German secret service. They needed means to keep up their title and did not hesi. tate to become spies. Besides, she said it was her greatest pleasure to participate in intrigue and the excite ment of this profession.
 "A few years later, a complete moral wreck. I broke away from her. and went to Russia. There I became a tool of that infamous, grewsome soci- ety that works in the dark against all that is good. It was my fate to be SC. lected to do the ugliest crime of my life. 1 thank God I was prevented from succeeding.
 T am trying to right the wrong intended to do you. know my pun. ishment can only be death l expect it. long for it. and these, my last words, are sacred.
 "I have not seen her for years and her unexpected appearance on the scene diverted my mind--for a mo. ment I wanted to kill her.
 This is my story, your ladyship and since 1 have breathed American air, even though it came through pris on windows, 1 begin to understand the greatness of the ideals you are serv ing, and l beg you not to condemn me in your thoughts. The knowledge thai your noble mind pardons the unhappy tool of wrong idea, will ease my last hour.
 "AETZEL VON ROTHENBERG"
 There the long letter ended, but an other sheet was waiting to be read:
 Your ladyship-My former com munication was written before I re ceived the news that am pardoned
 Life is precious, and while l wat ready to give it up l accept your kinf act that was inspired by the goodness of your heart. jubilantly. You gave me life and liberty and will you now dCCtpl Hiy true dHu Idilulul SeTflCos so long as I live?
 If l could tell you how feel toward your ladyship. you would not hesitate to rely upon me.
 God shall give all his blessings upon you and yours.
 q will be at the Columbian Hote awaiting your decision.
 Your gateful servant,
 "AETZEL VON ROTIIENBERG." , Napoleon placed the long missive or the desk and looked thoughtfuily al Astra, then without a word. turned tc the electro-stylograp
 A few minutes later he was talking to his master mechanic, old Jerome Whistler, on the Island of Ciryne.
 Hello, Whistler"
 Hello. MT, Edison! What can do for you.'
 How is everything at Cirynes"
 "Al we'll"
 "The aerodromopes all in"
 "Yes. sir. except the Eagle. that is your private machine
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