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 Fels and Goldenstein, Mr. Simon Lamm also addressed him as an old acquaintance, and so the arrival breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank God,—I feel quite at home!" He was Mr. Aron Wilder, a hotel-keeper from Cracow, and he had been sent to us because "he disliked military service too much." This class of persons who did not push their way to the front, Papa Declich ranked among the Falloti. Mr. Wilder lent Mr. Fels his watch for the period of their residence in common,—by chance it had not been taken away from him in the head office,—Mr. Fels announced that now he was "nearly" quite satisfied here, for to be without a watch is as bad as to be without a left hand. Mr. Wilder was already acquainted with several jails from experience, various transactions connected with supplies of goods had always brought him there, he gave an account of them and compared them with the present one, which but a very poor figure in comparison: the Galician jails are boarding houses, hotels, sanatoria,—this one was an unhealthy and repulsive den.

During exercise the engineer became rather communicative. When he had been taken to Field Marshal Mattuschka at Moravská Ostrava, and would not admit that he was a Russian spy, the military dignitary had snarled at him: "Of course, you're a Czech". "Excuse me, I have a Czech name, Kubaleck, it is true, but I am a German. I do not understand a word of Czech". "Kubaleck,—a Czech name, Czech origin, and if you are a German, then you have high treason in your blood." And the name of this dignitary was Mattuschka.

When he had been transferred to Vienna, they had interned his wife and two little children in a camp at Chocen. After a few months he was summoned before the superintendent who announced to him dryly that according to a notification received from the commandant of the camp at Chocen, his wife had died of typhus on such and