Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1913-09-05

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The fact that my bullet went astray
is due. not 80 much to the quickness
OF the great humanitarian and Ameri-
can patriot, Napoleon Edison, as to
the fact that / beheld the Countess Ro-
siny In your company. A moment OF
hesitation Is enough to Illustrate plans.
Her influence naturally. unintention-
ally saved your life as my hand and
eye are always true. I am happy that
things turned out as they did.
Before ! explain why the countess
presence saved you (she has done.
however. involuntarily, at least one
good act In her life), l want to tell you
that my name Is not Mozrak. and l am
not a Russian.
my name is Aetzel Won Rothenberg.
and some years ago l wore the uni
form OF the famous Red Hussars
Years ago, when IN a vacation trip.
travelled through Italy: at that time
could enjoy the great marvels OF Ma
ture. | was young and n~oble-thinking
and free. On the shore OF the Lago
di Maggiore found destruction.
Il was tramping through the coun-
try with a sketching outfit and let
people think me an artist. In a Be-
Guided and beautiful spot, from where
l 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. say a
girl. but l { ought to say a vision. She
was the most bewitching creature I
had ever seen.
She came to me fearlessly and
greeted me In a friendly way: l
sketched her In my picture. Inside of
an hour my fate was sealed, as / had
fallen In love with her.
"One day near the end of my vaca-
ton. I received an invitation to visit
the castle of the Rosinys. There I
found her. She was married and had
a beautiful little girl about three years
old. She told me that she loved me.
that her husband was cruel to her, and
/ believed everything. We eloped-
and she made me a traitor inside of q
few weeks. l was entrusted with inn
portant secrets and l entrusted them
to her. | loved her sol
Both the Count Rosiny and the
countess we're members OF the German
secret service. They needed means
to keep up their title and did not hest
tate to become spies. Besides, she
said 1t was her greatest pleasure to
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ment of this profession.
"a few years later. a complete moral
wreck, | broke away from her, and
went to Russia There | 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. I thank God I was prevented
from succeeding.
81 am trying to right the wrong I
intended to do YOU I know my pun.
ishment a only be death. I expect
it. I long for 1t, and these, my last
words. are sacred.
y bave not seen her for years and
her unexpected appearance 81 the
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ment / wanted to kill her.
"This is my story. your ladyship,
and since l have breathed American
air. ven though 1t came through pris.
on windows, l begin to understand the
greatness of the ideals you are serv.
ing. and I beg you not to condemn me
in your thoughts. The knowledge that
your noble mind pardons the unhappy
tool of a wrong idea. will ease my last
hour.
"AETzEL Won RoTHENBERG."
There the long letter ended, but an
other sheet was waiting to be read:
Your ladyship-My former COM
munication was written before / re-
ceived the news that I am pardoned.
Life Is precious. and while l was
ready to give 1t up, l accept your kind
act that was inspired by the goodness
of your heart. brilliantly. You gave
me life and liberty and will you now
accept my true and faithful services
so long as / live?
"If l could tell you how I feel toward
your ladyship, you would not hesitate
to rely upon me.
God shall give all his blessings
upon o and yours.
II will be at the Columbian Hotel
awaiting your decision.
Your gateful servant,
"AETZEL Won ROTHENBERG."
Napoleon placed the long missive on
the desk and looked th~oughtfully al
Astra, then without a word, turned to
the Acknowledgment.
A few minutes later he was talking
to his master mechanic. old Jerome
Whistler, on the Island OF Ciryne.
Hello, Whistler?"
Hello. MI. Edisoni What can
do for you"
"How is everything at Cirynef"
"All we'll"
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