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"Sister Barbara Ubryk was clothed and fed, and taken to the city lunatic asylum. Gentle treatment and good care had restored her health but neither her reason, nor her power of speech. She was now always quiet, and apparently incapable of feeling any kind of emotion. Birds and flowers arrested her eye and sometimes brought a faint smile to her still beautiful lips, but otherwise she was absolutely oblivious to her surroundings. "When the Empress heard of Sister Barbara's state,
she frequently, until the latter's death, some ten years later, sent
flowers to the poor forlorn creature, also some pretty and valuable
singing birds, since birds and flowers alone had retained the power
of awakening a ray of feeling in her dimmed soul.
"In 1888 Prince Rudolph was asked by Emperor
Franz-Joseph, his father, to put in an appearance at the Polish ball
which is one of the most brilliant social events of the Viennese Fashing,
or Carnival . . . "Under a group of palm trees and gigantic ferns sat a young girl of such a remarkable personal charm that the Crown-Prince immediately inquired who she was. He was informed that she was Marie Vetsera, a daughter of Baron Vetsera . . . "There are in this world some terrible fatalities, and many instances in which the words of the Scripture, which say that 'the sins of the fathers will be visited upon the children,' come true in a really ghastly fashion.
"The stormy conversation which took place between the Emporor and his only and much-beloved son was witnessed by none, and yet there exist today several people who know how awful was the discovery made by both of them on that never-to-be-forgotten night, when Rudolph confessed to his father his love for Marie Vetsera, and his intention of giving up his entire future, his lofty rank, and his unequalled position in order to marry her! "When at dawn the Crown-prince staggered out from his father's presence, his face was gray and drawn and haggard, like that of a corpse, and in his eyes, which glittered with the burning light of fever, there was a look of harsh resolve which betrayed not only the fact that he was a desperate man, but also that he had left behind him all hope of the realization of his most ardent desires. * "As for the Emperor, when his valet entered his room at the usual hour, he found his imperial master bowing low over his desk, with his head pillowed upon his folded arms . . . During the course of the morning the Emperor sent for his son, but was informed that his imperial highness the Crown-prince had started early for Mayerling . . . "On the 30th of January, 1889, Europe was startled
and terrified through its length and breadth by the news, flashed from
Vienna, that Crown-prince Rudolph had died suddenly from the rupture
of an aneurysm of the heart, at his hunting lodge of Mayerling.
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"Nor is the comic element always wanting in these conversations. Once, when addressing a Polish delegate, Franz-Joseph asked how things were going in Galicia. 'Oh, sire, we are suffering from a dreadful plague of field-mice,' answered the delegate, ruefully. 'Ah, das ist recht fatal!' (Ah, that is very unfortunate), answered the Emperor, with a smile." |
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