The Bridgeport times and evening farmer. (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1918-1924, 1918-06-21
(By Countess Emile Alsenborg.)
Fourth Instalment.)

I was rather taken aback, and en-
deavored to dissuade my mistress
from the project, but the Kaiserin
was determined to go, and at once.
1t was essential that the Empress
should not be recognized visiting Olga
Won Lowenstein, and thus set all the
spiteful tongues of Berlin wagging, so
that we were both dressed in the plain
est fashion and thickly yelled when we
set off in a small closed car for Ber-
lin. In the long Potsdamer Strasse,
between the Botanic Garden and the
Canal, we stopped at No. 223, a second
rate house, let out in tawdrily furnish
ed fats.
In one of these we were received
by Frau Won Lowenstein with evident
surprise and curiosity. The woman
who had attracted the Crown Prince
wavering fancy was beyond denial
strikingly handsome. 1nheriting Jew
ish blood through her mother, she had
the fine features of the aristocratic
Hebrew, faultless, family olive COM
plexion, and magnificent dark eyes,
which seemed to hint at possibilities
of deep and tragic passion
When the Kaiserin unveiled and an
nounced her identity, Olga Won Low
enstein was unquestionably confused
But this only lasted for a few mo-
ments. Those big dark eyes of hers
hardened swiftly, and though her
manner remained respectful, there was
a watchful defiance in it.
A Woman's Scorn.
I need not relate in detail how the
Kaiserin, who, though carefully re-
straining herself, could not wholly dis
guise her stern condemnation and
disapproval of the other, led up to her
distasteful mission. "A crimson spot
burned in Olga Won Lowenstein's
cheeks.
"Ah, I suspected the Crown Prince
had sent you!" she broke out. Il
,suppose he is too cowardly to come
himself"
The Kaiserin interrupted with a
quick gesture.
please let US keep to the point.
These letters of my sons with which
you threaten to blacken his character
in the eyes of the public"
TT would be difficult to do more in
that way then he has already done
himself!' snapped Olga Won Lowen-
stein with venom, then laughed harsh
ly But, still, fancy they will create
some sensation!
'HThat will do!" The Kaiserin cut
short her fierce, passionate outburst.
NV mistress's face had grown paler as
she realized the powerful weapon in
this bitter, duped womari's hand. "If
you publish these letters, you may re-
venge yourself upon my son, but what
will you gain? You will be brand
ed, marked woman, who dare not re-
main in Germany. On the other hand
/ am willing to pay you WE'LL will
give YOU four thousand pounds-for
the letters, a sum which may be most
useful to you in the future"
Dropping her hauteur, she sudden
" became the pleading, anxious moth
er. IT beg Of you, for my sons sake
and your own, to accept my offer. and
let this wretched affair go no further!
Olga Won Lowenstein sat with down
cast eyes, biting her red lip as il in in
decision
Humbled Pride.
ct do not altogether refuse" she
said slowly. But will neither ac-
cept the money nor entertain this Of
fer from you, your Majesty. Your
son must come to me himself with
out delay, or 1 act as 1 have threat
ened. II he does that, well, I may
change my mind, and even part with
his letters without seeking payment
for them"
My mistress lost no time in seeking
the Crown Prince and acquainting him
with the steps she had taken. Hand
ing over the money, she earnestly
urged him to fall in with Olga Won
.Lownestein's desire to go to her at
once and complete the transaction.
Willie grumbled and rebelled, but
finally gave a sulky assent. Yet he
put off the dreaded interview until
night, when, after terrifying himself
by a series of drinks at the Adlon
cafe, he drove to the Potsdamer
Strasse with his Aide-de-Camp, young
Karl Won Hertzog.
1t was from Karl I afterwards
learned what had occurred, as he in
turn had gathered the details from
the Crown Prince
Almost a Tragedy.
When Willie made his shame-fac.
ed, sullen appearance at the fat with
Karl, Olga Won Lowenstein insisted
on seeing him alone. Karl, therefore
withdrew, when Olga promptly locked
the door and pocketed the key.
Whats that for?" demanded the
Crown Prince nervously.
"You cowardly cur and liar!" she
cried. you want it ended now, and
it shall be-TH kill myselfv
For Gods sake Olga" gasped the
Grown Prince; but Olga Won Lowen.
stein levelled small revolver at her.
self and fired.
Karl Won Hertzog related to me thai
he heard the shot, and believed~tha
the maddened woman had shot thu
Crown Prince. Had that been so, HI
himself would have been compelled t.
commit suicide for by the strict rule
of the service an Aide-de-Camp il
responsible with his own life for tn,
safety Of the Crown Prince.
In desperation he applied his shout
der to the door and burst it open
Great was his relief to find the Grown
Prince staring helplessly at Olga Vol
Lowenstein. who was lying deathl.
pale and bleeding from a wound il
the shoulder.
The Kaiserin's Tears.
Karl Won Hertzog, who had SOM
knowledge of surgery, recognized tina
the poor creatures life was in n,
great danger.
Hurriedly attending the injured wo
man, and settling her comfortably. h