Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1874-01-07

But, explained MaOeZ, we 90
no wrong; he is as my brother; we are
virtuous and decent" ta. ~ iaa# -
"That may do to tell" sneered the
woman. raHs -. ,.HofE
! Poor Madez' face grew scarlet. How
it panied her, poor little woman.
eff we live apart she cried, 1--WE
shall starve. What shall we dos" -
do? why go rnd get married like
other orderly people" answered the old
woman.
ooh, dear, we cannot marry" MUIR
INJURED Nader.
ssThen you must go to morrow"
was the answer.
Madez pleaded and explained, but
the old woman was memorable. "Mar-
ry or Co." was the only answer.
Madez saw 1t was useless, and she
went YEARLY up to the wretched little
thinking, Ivan came in. She told him
their new trouble. He was dumb with
the weight of it at first, then he sprang
up fierce, bitter, reckless.
"Good by, Madez, dear, good, suf-
fering, little sister. am going"
Where, Ivan 2" she asked.
"To kill myself it's no use fighting
the tiger any longer. I am tired. I'll
go and end it."
Madez looked with those far-seeing
eyes of hers, into the pale, reckless
face of her brother, as she had grown
to feel him.
"Wait, Ivan," she said gently, ~
have PLAN"
"Can there be any plan? Oh, God,
it is too much!" moaned the boy, de-
spairingly.
Ivan!" how clearly her voice sound
cd in the miserable place, "Ivan, we
will stay here, we will marry"
i" Marry 2" Ivan sat upright and
stared at the woman. Marry Madez
you are mad. could not marry you"
Madez rose, her face more resolute,
her voice more clear, her eyes more far
away in their gaze.
Eyes, 'she returned, slowly, "you can
and you will. You have life before
YOU, some great aud noble work to do.
Shall I not help you to the last, for you
are no common clod, my brother Lis
ten, we will marry, this woman will be
satisfed--do not interrupt me-we
will continue our life here. You will
finish your studies, you will graduate
with honor, you will go home. Who
will be the wiser of what I have done
for you I will destroy the proofs. /
will live my life far from you, you
shall marry whom you will, and who in
faraway Russia shall say you nay! Not
one. Ivan, rouse, be not sad hearted;
trust to me"
| Ivan rose, scarce comprehending
this daring sister of his adoption. He
cried, mo, no." in protest, but the
woman's stronger will prevailed. 1t
was done as she said.
Oh, womaL's will oh woman's
might, when she acts out the goodness
of her angel side! Nothing daunts
her. heart and soul and life are laid
down calmly, bravery, that her aim
may be fulfilled. IT she errs-if she
puts at defiance the rules of sri gid
right, tits always for the aims sake,
not for her own self. Madez's reason
ing was faulty, it is true. Quite against
common law and order. Still was it
not from a devotion to one she thought
worthy of any sacrifice she could
make? Gould you judge her harshly {?
In two years Ivan graduated with
honor. The heart of Madez rejoiced
over his success, and the day came for
him to go away. It was a sad and a
happy day too. They sat together and
talked Of the hard years past and of the
! hopes of Ivan Then they prayed,
kneeling by his mean little pallet, and
Ivan tried to say "good bye," after he
had said his hearts full of gratitude to
her Twice he began, then sinking
down, with his head against the worn
little shoulder OF Madez, he wept like
a child. ...' ....
"Oh, my sister, my brave, noble
sister; where shall [ ever find friend
like you2 To you I owe all. May our
God bless and keep you, and make my
whole life expressive of what [ owe to
you"
i By-and-by he was calm, and then
they said goodbye. It was very lone
ly in the little room. Madez cried
some lonely tears when the boy was
gone, but she comforted herself, and
maybe sad little vanity came i'm her
heart when she thought that she had
made him what he was"
'sThere!" cried Carl, edo I not de-
serve credit as a story-teller g" $685."
"Assuredly,' returned I, "but is
that all 2"
"Why, yes, is that not enough !;
write it out, will you not?' answered
Carl
"Your heroine's tale would do to
tell the world if the sequel of real love
match could be added; as it stands it
would be "a strange story to write, :"
demurred l.
''That may be-" cried my friend,
warmly" but this was no love affair,
either real or false; simply matter of
friendship and necessity, and all the
more heroic, in that it had no prompt
lngs from the side of human nature,
that most often prompts to eccentric
courses"
"Still the tale would sound strange
in Western society.
"Well, strange or not, It's a simple
fact, and in keeping with the habit,
well known here, OF the Russians, to
divide with each other according to
their wants, to the last franc. This is,
of course case extraordinary and