Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1879-12-06

right in a line with the heavy vehicle whose
coachman seemed uneasy about the unruly
anche upon his own horses. He wished to make
way for u.s. pulled the bride with too much zeal
and-was upset in a turfy ditch.
'The glass Of the window was broken, the
lady cried out, her companion screamed u the
coachman, but we've fed like the wind.
"Can you believe it, sir! that everlasting old
woman had recognised Matrena and me- and
lodged complaint against US, in which she de-
claTed that her slave girl a fugitive from her
house, lived In secret with Mr.. Karataei, AM
was hidden on his property. In making this
complaint she engaged the police to prosecute
me.
''Of what vagaries are they not capable, these
wealthy country ladies who die OF ennui in their
old manors? This one gave me no end OF trouble.
1 threw away my money madly, and gained only
short reprieveS. l had immense difficulties In
keeping Matrena hidden. They spread twenty
snareS for me, In which 1t was miracle was
not not caught. was tracked and hunted like
hare. The old lady grew more and more furi-
GUS against me, and declared that, If it cost ten
thousand roubles; she would T , have justice for
was that when she first saw me she conceived
the idea OF marrying me to her companion the
person in green, and my refusal renewed later
ON, was the reason Of this declaration of such
bitter war against me.
81 fell into debt; ], mortgaged all my land; 1
lost my health as well as my piece and one nigh
God what crime have committed that should
suffer thus! what shall 1 do? l certainly can
not stop loving her; that is beyond my strength
heard footsteps in my room, and saw Matrena
had hidden her in a farm about two verSte !;
from my house, and her appearance now alarme |
me, for thought she had been discovered there.
"'No,' she answered, to my eager question,
mo one comes to Borebnova: but this can go n )
further, dear Peotro Petrovitch. Your condition
is deplorable, and can no longer endure to see
you in this state.
"My dearest, you know that am incapable
of ever forgetting the fourteen months of hap
Pfness that owe to your love, but the momen
has come when it is my duty to say farewell
you"
"'What are you talking about? What do you
mean by farewell, and why should you bid me
adieu!'
".Don't be agitated; think only of your health.
1 have had a happiness unknown to my equals,
and now am going where duty calls me-tOde-
liver myself up to the justice Of my mistress
"'YOu are mad! Do you know that am 60
ing to lock you up in the garnet. Do you wish
speakp
"'I can no longer be the cause Of your ruin
and your misery. 1 know what you suffer,
Unhappy woman! Your mistress! your
mistress! what shall say to you? Oh, girl,
you do not knOw'"-
Here Karataaf sobbed aloud, but hurried to
finish his story.
"Well, what will you say to this ?" he cried,
as he struck the table with his fist and wrinkled
his brOwS, in a vain effort to check the tears
which fell In streams over his flaming cheeks
"the unhappy creature went and gave herself
up-went that night, on foot a suppnant, to her
"Gentlemen, your horses are ready" an.
nOunced the master of the station.
We rose, my companions Of the Samavar
and !. ,
"And what did they do to the poor Matrenar
Mr.. Karata6f only response was the gesture of
which have already spoken.