Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1858-05-05
R1ge flashed from the eyes of the Cos

and he shrank h5fjre the determined bear
ing cf The empress. You arc an adui
rable actress; he said, slowly retrea'i'g
towards the door; but DO not fire, for
v1u may miss, or only wound mc-and
then adieu forever 10 your power over
me-
He reached the door, and opened it,
without the empress daring to change her
attitude.
'Jemelha salutes you, Caiharine; but,
bewareI shall return as Peter H.
'4Au reuior! Marquis of Pugatschewl'
Whether it was that the scene of the
danger she had escaped triumPhed over
her natural energy, or that she feared, by
causing Pugaischew TO be pursued, 10 ez-
cite against herself the invisible enc
mics that were evidently among the chew
alters gardes, Calhaline kept silence or
the events of this evening; but on the
following morning, she repaired 10 the
Place d'Armes, and, calling her generals
about her, commanded them 10 stake the
destinies of the empire on one last battle.
1t was fought, and Pugals:hew was beat
en- and driven back into the sieppas Of
Jaik, where the revolt had commenced
Wounded and pursued, he fed for refuge
with crowd Of Cossacks, Sophie, and
Twogaroll, to a place in the mountains
that was almost Inaccessible. There, ex-
tended upon large stone, bleeding and
torn, Pugaischew had time to reflect up
on his fanlts, and upon the Inconsistency Of
fortune. However hope never abandoned
him.
'TwogaroG,' said he to his companion,
fortune has played US false; but am still
Peter Ill, 10 the mountains of the Ural;
this name will suffice 10 bring us another
army
The Cossack shook his head and smiled
"a strange smile.
'The hope is vainl all is over! Resis-
lance is impossible. You have nothing
10 do but give yourself up
'Give myself up cried Pugatschew,
raising himself convulsively on his hands;
but if we give ourselves up, Catharine
will break our limbs in vice, and tear
us joint from joint
Il know it, Pugaischew; but | have
nothing 10 fear-your lie will ransom
mine. In an hour, | shall deliver you,
bound hand and foot, 10 General Sena-
rolf AS he said these words, he seized
the poinard of The adyenturer, and pu! his
knee upon his ohesl. Recall the past,
Pugalschew. Have you found a com
panion more faithful, more intrepid, Than
Twogeroif! Who proclaimed you en-
peror in the deserts Of the Urai? IL,
vino have associated myself with your
impos,ureS, without a thought Of gain,
preierring my lance 10 a scepire, my
lance 20 Il palace. | did, for you were
the friend Of my youth, The ally Of my
family. You have played with my de
vo,ion, you have wounded my parenla!
love-you shall now feel my long pre-
pared vengeance. Victor or vanquished
nothing could save you from ii. If you
had gained a crown, would have been
the first 10 dash i; from your brow, the
first TO stain your crime with your trait
orous blood
Pugatschew became liyid, and cold
sweat covered his forehead.
'Barbarian,-am not sufficiently mis-.
erable|
LESS miserable than criminal
Leave me time 10 repeni?'
'Ask it of Catharine H.
Mercy, Twogarof-do not punish a
fault by a crime
You have cast off my daughter
Pugaischew's terror was augmented at
every word. lie understood that the
Cossack's hatred was irreconcilable, and
dragged himself along the ground TO the
feet Of Sophie, who stood near, in sad si-
lence.
'Angel-whom wronged, but blindly
will you not intercede for me-
'Shc curses you, foul beast' cried the
Cossack, spurning with his feet.
d pardon you, Jemelha,' said Sophie,
and moved away, with to,tering steps.
Fifteen days afterwards, an immense
crowd was collected on the Grande Place,
surrounding an iron cage, in which a man
was enclosed. Catharine was among
the spectators. She looked with cruel
pleasure upon The living spectre behind
the prison bars.
Good day, Marquis of Puga,schew,'
she said to the unhappy adven;urer.-'
Then, tuning towards the Princess of
Asschoh, and Count Panin, who accom-
panied her, she said: 'Come-ihe drama
is finished; and | am going TO write an
account of il 10 Monsieur de Voltaire.'
The next day Pugatschew was quar-
tored.
Twogaroff and Sophie regained the
sicppes of the Kirguis.
Patience is tree whose roots are Bit
ter, but the fruit is very sweet