The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1879-04-26

w inetei VIII you uotE
perhaps" she answered eyasiyely.
"Well, but you are surely not going L
leave E- Just as the summer season d
9 beginning. Let me 60 away with the
y hope that We shall meet again"
b Perhaps" she relolnea anew. Then
az II to take the chill OF dependency oul
other words, sheplucked q branch oil May
blossoms of tree aud handed It TO the
. Englishman. flake that to your brother
and let Il carry health to hin" she said.
II have the superstition OF flowers, 90 you
see am not quite q Nihilisth
Guerdon took her hands, and, ut an ap.
!. proving sign from her brother, drew her
= to him, and kissed her on the brow. II
+ was q chaste kiss, hope was rekindIed In
: his heart as he gave Il.
The illness Of Charley Guerdon's broth
or turned out 10 be q serious affair Il
lasted more than six weeks, and during
that time Charley was unremitting in his
attendance Of the bedside. In such spare
moments as he could snatch, he wrote
several times 10 the Koratines, and once
he received an answer from the count
. with o postscript In Ida's hand; but after
that he got no more replies Charley had
never been 0 newspaper reader, and the
world might have gone all wrong without
his hearing anything about II. He some.
times glanced at the Field, or at one OF the
military periodicals, TO look for army pro-
motions, but into the Times he never dip
ped, and thus he was kept from learning
the grim reason which prevented his Rds-
sian friends from writing 10 him. He was
not tated to ascertain II for q long while,
for when Lord Guerion became conyal.
escent his doctors ordered him OF on a
yachting cruise, and Charley accompanied
him. The brothers spent two fall months
sailing over the seas and receiving no
news, till at length they put in at Cadiz
and landed. 1t was In this city that Lord
Guerdon, perustng batch Of London pa
pers one morning, while his brother sat
at the open window looking listleSsly over
the waters Of the harbor, exclaimed: 81
say, Charley, didn't you tell me you had
friend called Count Koratine?"
ayes, What Of himT' answered
Charley, turning round with sudden
flush.
"why, your friend is going to be be.
headed for an attempt to murder. Read
that"
Charley rose, doubling whether he was
awake. Hetook the newspaper and with
Keeling senses read the account OF an At. |
tempted political assassination about which
all Europe had been talking for the last
three months. An exalted parsonage
one OF the half.dozen who hold the des.
TIMES OF Europe in their hands-had come
70 E, and had been shot at by Count
Koratine. Arrested on the spot, along
with his sister, the count was now proved
to be the head OF q widespread nihilist
and socialist conspiracy. His bullet had
missed its aim, but Gs It had killed per.
son who sat beside his intended victim, he
was TO be tried for his head, and the
Countess Ida too.
II must leave for Germany this day."
ALTERED Charley Guerdon, as the paper
fell from his hand. He was so hoarse
that he could hardly articulate.
His brother gazed at him with conster.
nation. "Great heavensw he said; "you
don't mean to say this girl is anything to
you, Charley?"
"She is everything TO me, was the
younger brothers. answer. Two hours
later Guerdon had left tor Cadiz,
The trial OF the Koratines had taken
place at D-and Ida had been acquitted,
but the count had been sentenced 10 death
Guerdon heard this as he journeyed, and
he reached D. on the eve Of the day
appointed for the counts execution. His
first step was TO repair to the central police
office and inquire where the Countess Ida
lived. He was informed that she was
lodging in small house near the prison,
with two servants, but that she was under
orders to quit the kingdom on the NOR.
row. The Euglishman fastened to the
house indicated with all the dust OF travel
on him. It was past midnight, but Ida
received him at once. He found her writ
ing by the Preside in that dismal parlor OF
her lodging house. She was dressed in
deepest mourning, and her features,
blanched by her grief and long sojourn in
prison, were as those OF statue. But she
held out her hand to Guerdon as il moth
ing much had happened since they had
parted.
"Give me no condolences" she said, in
terrupting the Englishman as he opened
his mouth to speak: ~ suppose you come
to me as friend?"
"Can you doubt it?" he laltered. "Oh,
Ida; God knows what l have suffered on
hearing this"
81 want you TO render me service"
she said, not needing his remarks. "You
are the only friend l have on earth now.
You must go aud witness my brothers
execution, and then come back and tell
me what is the last thing he did before dy-
ing. wanted TO go myself, but they
would not let me. The execution takes
place at I, in the prison, and you must
contrive some means OF getting in"
Guerdon hesitated, but a beseeching
look from Ida neryed him. "Would you
refuse me this?" she asked sadly, NY
brother on the scafFold will make sign
which is intended for me, and upon which
the whole Of my life may depend. l must
~ will go them" muttered Guerdon
hoarsely.
He went, and was back with Ida at the
next day. Heaven knows what he felt
and what he looked like; his appearance
struck the Russian girl speechleSs for
moment. But she did not weep; hers
was the sorrow that sheds inward tears all
a life long. She questioned the English
man with glance, folding her hands
over her breast as II she were waiting an
order.
"He kissed the ctuci6x," said Guerdon
in low voice. Ida sighed.
"Then am to abandon the work OF con.
spiracy, and to lead a new life," she an
swered, bowling her head. ''Thank you,
Capt. Guerdon and good bv. l am going
to Strelechtzki, where the plague Is, to act
as hospital nurse"
"ohl let me give you home, Ida" the
Englishman answered, feeling all his love |
well up in sob Of anguish.
"No," she replied. with wan smile and
shake Of the head; "you could not brave
the worlds prejudice by saying that you
were proud Of my brother, as am. To
me he is a martyr who died for his coun.
try. We look at these things differently
to what you DO. Let me be alone 70
mourn my brother. Good by again, and
.Good-by," Guerdon moaned, as he
raised 1da's hands to his lips. He felt
that the strange girl was right, and that