The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1914-09-19
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By BARONESS BERTHA Won SUTTERN
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orders that no one should be ad-
mitted except the gentleman ex-
pected. My sisters we're not at
home. Aunt Mary. that indie
fatigable chaperon. had gone with
them TO the skating rink.
placed myself in my little
drawing room. In a pretty house
dress Of violet velvet violet. IL Is
allowed. suits blonde complex
ions). took a book In my hand
and waited l had not to wait
long. At ten minutes past two
Freiherr v. Filling entered
You see. countess. l have
punctually awaited myself of your
permission. he said. kissing my
hand.
Luckily So" answered
laughingly. as showed him a
chair, otherwise | should have
died of impatience; for really you
have thrown me into a state OF
great suspense"
Then 1 will say what l have
got 10 say at once. without any
long Introduction. The reason L
did not do so yesterday was in
order not to disturb your seren-
ity."
You brighten me-"
"In one word, / was present at
the battle of Magenta.
And you saw Arno def" L
shrieked.
Yes. am I'm a position to
give you information about his
last moments"
Speak" I said shuddering.
do not tremble, countess. III
those last moments had been as
horrible as those of so many 9TH
er of my comrades, | would as
suredly have said nothing about
it to you; for there IL nothing
sadder than to hear of a dear one
dead that he died in agony; but
that is not the case here"
You take a weight Off my
heart. Go on with Sour narra-
tive"
81 will not repeat to you the
empty phrase with which the sur
vivors of soldiers are usually
comforted. He died like a hero.
for / do not quite know what
that means. But / can offer you
the substantial consolation that
he died without thinking about
death. 80
He was convinced from the
beginning that nothing would
happen to him. We were mach
together, and he often told me of
his domestic happiness, showed
me the picture of his beautiful
young Wife, and of his child; he
invited me. as soon as ever the
campaign was over. to visit him
in his home. In the massacre of
Magenta | found myself. by acct
dent, at HIS side. I spare you the
sketch of the scenes that we're
going on-one cannot relate such
things. Men, who have the war;
rior spirit, are seized I'm the midst
of the powder-fog and bullet
rain with such an intoxicstion
that they do not know exactly
what Is going ON. Dotzky was a
man of this kind. His eyes SPAR
killed.. He laid about him with a
firm hand. He was I'm the full
tatoxication OF war. I who was
sober could see it.
Then came n shell, and fell q
few steps from whore we were.
When the monster burst ten men
| were blown to pieces DOtzky
among them. There rose a shrek
of anguish from the injured men,
but Dotzky gave no cry-be was
dead. I and a few comrades stoop-
ed down to see to the wounded,
and give them aid II possible.
But IL was not possible. They
were all writbing In death. terri
bly, torn and dismembered-the
prey of horrible fortunes. But
Ditzky. at whose side I first kneIt
ON the ground. breathed no more;
his heart had stopped beating. and
out of his torn side the blood was
flowing In such n stream that IL
even his state was only faintness
and not death, there was NO fear
that he weuld come 20 again"
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