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THE LOVERIDDLE
THAT DROVE HIM
TO DEATH
“He gazed into three pairs of beautiful eyes’ The
imp of indicision in his brain developed into a monster!
How was it possible for him to decide? Each seemed to
him more beautiful than the other! And so he shot
himself’”
Vienna, Aug. 11.
THE suicide of the handsome, the
rich, the noble Lieutenant Adolph
von Hoffschneider has ceased to
be an enigma. The mystery that puz
zled smart society in Vienna and Paris is
no longer a mystery. It is solved by
friends of the three beautiful originals
of the three photographs which stood on
the mantelpiece in the sitting room qf the
unfortunate young army officer, before
which he was standing—as developed at
the Coroner s inquest—when he blew out
his brains.
Those three photographs are repro
duced on this page—they serve to illum
itiite the story which accompanies them
The originals are: Mlle. Renouardt, one
of the chief beauties of the European
stage; Mlle. Lorraine, another Paris
stage beauty of hardly less celebrity;
Countess Irma Potacka. the charming
member of an old Polish family whose
beauty has only recently brought itself to
the notice of Vienna society.
Lieutenant Hoffschneider was one of the
very first of the eligible bachelors in the
Vienna army set to fall before the fascina
tions of the little Countess. This was
nearly a year ago, before he had met either
Renouardt or Mlle. Lorraine. She was
in every way suited to the position in
which the Lieutenant, was able to place a
wife. If she had yielded prompfly to his
wooing there would have been no suicide
and no story.
“Comtesse. ’ he ple.aded, “have the com
mon humanity to end this suspense. Can t
you see that It is killing me by inches?"
“Ha. ha," she laughed “For a dying man
you look very healthy—and so tine, so
handsome, so brave!"
H<- could not see that the vivacious little
woman loved him, was merely prolonging
the delight of keeping him in ignorance of
the thoroughness of his conquest He im
■ agined that she was laughing at him. and
demanded, almost roughly;
“Will you marry me? It is the third
time that I have placed my heart, my for
tune at your feet. I crave your answer."
Lovingly, but impishly, she made a little
face at him in which he could see only
the impishness. Before she could utter a
word, the foolish young man had rushed
angrily from the room, from the house. On
the following day, believing himself to be
a deeply injured person, he w-as off to
Paris, swearing to forget perfidious Polish
beauties in a whirl of gayety that would
astonish even the Parisians
His very first evening of mild amuse
ment led him to the theatre, where Re
nouardt was playing. Ah, here was some
one who could make him forget the little
dark sirens of Poland! He got himself
presented to the actress. He showed his
metal. Who were small fry French noble
men to stand in the way of the head of the
ancient and most noble house of the vor.
Hoffschneiders! He elbowed them out of
the presence of Renouardt. He even
challenged the perogative of an exiled
Russian Prince—and got away with it.
Renouardt found herself amused by
the fiery young Austrian. Besides, he had
the price of many little jewelled trinkets
which she had long desired to add to her
collection of such trophies. She did not
even mind the impetuousness of the Lieu
tenant's lovemaking—so unlike the un
ceremonious French way. Also, it was so
refreshing, his desire to make her his
wife!
“Mlle Renouardt," he would say several
times every night, after the play, “you say
that vou like me. Is it not possible for you
to love me enough to marry me? Other
wise i feel that I am not long for this
world "
For a week or so Renouardt would
laugh heartily only half believing that the
young officer was serious.
“But look how foolish," she would say.
"Foolish—foolish to become the wife of
Lieutenant Adolph von Hoffschneider”
and there the youth would choke with in
dignation.
“Oh no, no, no —but no, no’ You d® not
understand. 1 mean how foolish to marry
one man who will drive away all the
others. If I gi ve myself to one man, the
others are hopeless; if I give myself to no
body, then every man who loves me still
irs hope—and when they hope, they can
be so thoughtful, so nice!”
"But I love you,” at length the Lieuteu
ant said with finality. “Love like that is
more than all else in the world. Madam
oiselle is it not possible for you to love
me enough to marry me?"
Understanding now that he was abso
1 itely serious, and would make her undid
uted mistress of his life, of his estates, in
short, his wife, she confessed that
he was very dear to her —well, she
would consider the matter. In the
meantime, he must not for oue In
stant, cease to hope! In the mean
time Mlle. Renouardt had to go
away r for a week to visit friends in
the south of France.
For twenty-sou; hours the Lieutenant,
was disconsolate. Then he chanced to meet
Mlle. Lorraine. It was a supp--r parly, aud
the surroundings and the atmosphere were
conducive to rapid acquaintance. There
was something about Mlle. Lorraine that,
touched a- chord in the young officers
bosom which had failed to vibrate in the
presence of Renouardt —just as Renou
ardt had given him palpitations which
he bad never experienced when gazing into
the melting orbs of the Countess Irma Po
tacka.
Charmed with this fresh experience of the
possibilities of love’s uncharted emotions,
is it any wonder that the little Countess
Irma and Renouardt were, for the mo
ment, swept from the consciousness of the
impressionable Lieutenant? It was not
three days after the date of that little
supper that the young officer found him
self on his knees at the feet of Mlle. Lor
raine, imploring her:
“Mlle. Lorraine, most beautiful, most en
chanting of your sex, behold me at your
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admitted it. “Give me three days so
consider,” she said. But she said it in
tones, accompanied by the softest glances
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Back in his apartment at the hotel the
Lieutenant placed the two photographs
side by side In the smiling faces of both
he read the same promise—the promise to
make him, soon, unutterably happy. And
right there and then was born in bis brain
that imp of indecision which was to become
the master of his destiny. How would it
be possible to choose between two such
types of incredible loveliness?
Coincident with the birth of this dis
quieting thought, entered a hotel servant
with a letter bearing the Vienna postmark,
.nd the superscription in the familiar hand
writing of the brother officer who was his
closest friend and confiant. He tore open
the envelope and read:
“Lieber Adolph You were wrong to run
away to Paris —as I told you at the time
The little I’otacka is inconsolable. She
locks herself in her room, refusing to see
iny one My man has it from her maid
that she sits al! day looking at the photo
graph you gave her, and sighing in the
most piteous manner.
"Lieber Adolph, must I say it? But It is
true, and I say it for your own good—to
sting you into action. Lieber Adolph, du
bist ein dummkopf! Come home at once —
to your languishing little Potacka.”
“The Countess Irma loves me. Her heart
is mine! Fool, fool that I am, to be shilly
shallying here in Paris!” And, summoning
his valet, the Lieutenant packed up in such
haste, in such feverish eagerness to throw
himself again at the feet of the Countess
Irma, that the midnight train started him
whirling toward Vienna.
The Lieutenant reached Vienna without
accident. Being in the ordinary details of
lire, an orderly person, he drove directly to
his apartment to unpack, to attend to press
ing business affairs, and to plan the details
of his appropriate reentree into Vienna
society. Considering the circumstances of
his departure for Paris, he could be guilty
of nothing so gauche as rushing unan
nounced to the Countess Potacka.
In this case it was the fatal mistake of a
supei fashionable young man Becaug" of
that mistake the Countess Irma never
Charmed
Equally by
Three Famous.
Beauties, Each
Ready to Be
His Bride-Un
able to Choose
Between Them,
and Crazed by
Indecision, the
Lieutenant Had
to Blow Out
His Brains
again saw Lieutenant von HoffschneMar
among the living. He was not seen that
evening by any of his friends. After un
packing his trunks and rearranging his
wardrobe, his valet was dismissed forth«
night.
Next morning the Lieutenant’s lifelesa
body was discovered lying full length on
the Persian rug before the mantel In his
sitting room. Near it had fallen the re
volver with which he had blown out hla
brains. As mentioned at the beginning of
this account, the photographs of the
Countess Irma, of Mlle. Renouardt, and of
Mlle. Lorraine, stood side by side on the
mantiepiece.
A quantity of cigarette ash littered the
mantelpiece, and was trodden into the
alan rug. The Lieutenant was an inveter
ate smoker of cigarettes. It was plain, by
these signs, how he had spent the evening,
after unpacking and restoring to the man
telpiece his Photograph of the Countess Ir
ma. now flanked by those of Renouardt and
Mlle. Lorraine—the three most beautiful
women in the world, each of whom he
loved to the point of madness—and each
ready to become hfs wife!
As he gazed into the three pairs of pic
tured eyes—smoking furiously and drop
ping cigarette ash on the mantel—the imp
of Indecision in his brain developed into a
monster. How was it possible for Mm to
decide? He loved them all equally, each
was ready to give herself to him. How
could he renouce the other two? He paced
backward and forward, treading cigarette
ash into the Persian rug.
When the Lieutenant realized fully that
a decision was impossible, the one possible
solution of his difficulty occurred to him.
His revolver was handy, and he did not
hesitate to use it.
For some reason best known to them
selves, the relatives of the unfortunate
young man have not favored the publica
tion in Vienna newspapers of the above
details of the cause of the suicide. The
official explanation, “while temporarily
deranged," has sufficed. '
The Countess Potacka left Vienna im
mediately, going to her country estate la
the neighborhood of Warsaw, where she
denies herself to ail visitors. It Is whis
pered in Vienna society that she la
broken-hearted —but that her pride will
eventually come to her rescue, for she is
one of those who cannot deny the evt
dences furnished by the suicide chamber
that either one of two famous Paris
actresses might have become her success
ful rival. And that Is a reflection which
would hardly permit a spirited Polish
noblewoman to languish very long.
There is no doubt that Mlle. Renouardt
and the charming Lorraine were sincerely
shocked by the news of the tragedy
though they have since endeavored to
create the Impression that they never seri
ously considered the impetuous matri
monial prbpositions of the young officer.
They are consistent in this; otherwise
they would naturally resent his uncere
monious departure without waiting to
learn their decisions.
Students of psychology, both in Paris
and Vienna, who have the outline of the
story as told here, agree that any per
fectly sane young man of the tempera
ment of Lieutenant Hoffschneider, in
similar circumstances, would logically be
expected to solve his problem in the same
tragic manner. A prominent biologist. In
this connection, is quoted as observing a
fresh and emphatic suggestion of modern
physical decadence among the leisured
class, due to the exaggerated importance
given nowadays to the subtleties of the
tender passion. Over-trained minds and
nerves sap the physical bulwarks pos
sessed by savages and by those who lead
the simple life, and leave sensitive organ
izations open to just such tragic episodes
as ended the career of Lieutenant von
Hoffschneider,