Daily globe., 1883-06-03
graved upon it the story of this very old
fisherman Youths Companion.
The Porter's Iron Collar.

stands the Cars country palace of
Tsarskoe-Selo (Czar's Village), the great
park of which is very pretty place in
fine summer weather. ALI through
June and July you may see the Russian
children running about under the trees
by scores, with shouting and laughing
that would do the Cars heart good to
hear, if he were anywhere within reach.
In every shady spot you are pretty sure
to find picnic party making merry
on the grass, with two or three we'll
filled lunch. baskets beside them and,
when you come to the little summer
houses near the lake, you will most like
ly find at least half dozen people in
each, gathered around big bowl of
prOstokv0sh, which is the Russian name
for curds and cream.
This lake is one of the great "sights"
of the park, for it has boat house
filled with model of every kind of boat
in the world, down to Greenland fishing
boats and Polynesian war-canoes, and
when they are all sent floating over the
lake after dark, hung with colored
lamps, they make very fine show in
deed. But there is something even
better worth seeing a little further on,
and that is the palace museum, filed
with strange presents which have been
given to the Russian Czars by various
Kings, savage or civilized, from a
jeweled sword presented by the first
Napoleon to a Persian carpet sent by
the Ameer of Bokhara.
On table near the door lies O very
curious relic, which every one who
comes in notices at once. 1t is a large
silver dish, rolled up like sheet of pa
per so as to make kind of funnel; and
If you ask the old soldier who shows the
museum how it came to be twisted up
like that, he will give a knowing grin,
and ask if you ever heard of Count Greg
ory Orloff.
This Gregory Orloff was Russian
Count who lived about hundred years
ago, and was not only Count but an
Admiral as well, though there were peo-
pie who said that if he had had to man.
age the fleet by himself, instead of hav-
ing three or four excellent naval com
manders to help him, he would have
made poor Job of it.
But, whatever doubts there could be
about his seamanship, there could be
none about his strength, for he was one
of the largest and most powerful men in
Russia. Like many other giants, he
WAS, perhaps, just little too fond Of
showing off his great strength. Nothing
pleased him more than to bend horse
shoe between his fingers, or pull out of
the ground stake which no one else
could move; and if one of his sailors
turned mutinous and began to make a
noise, Orlof would just take him by the
throat and shake him as cat shakes a
mouse, after which the brawler was usu-
ally quiet enough.
Now, it happened that one night this
strong-handed Admiral was at an even
ing party at the palace, and, as he was
handing a bouquet of flowers to one of
the ladies, the silver paper which was
around it slipped off. Orloff said moth
ing, but stepped to the supper table,
and, taking up silver dish, rolled it up
like piece Of paper, put the bouquet
into 1t and handed it to the lady; and
this is the dish you see in the museum.
Not long after this Orloff arrived in
st. Petersburg from journey, and was
met at his own door by messenger from
the palace, who told him that the EN-
press particularly wished to see him,
and that he must go at once. Some men
would have waited to put on their finest
clothes, and to make themselves look
quite gay and dandifed but the Ad-
miral was used to obeying orders at
once, and off he started for the palace,
just as he was.
Now, while the Admiral had been
journeying, there had come to the palace
new hall-porter who had never seen
him before. This porter was strong
fellow, although not nearly as big as
Orloff, and not nice-tempered man by
any means; SO when he saw the Ad-
miral's big, coarse-looking, ugly figure
coming up to the door of the stately pal
ace ina dusty traveling-dress he shouted
fiercely:
"Be off, you vagabond! You've no
business herei Who are you, I should
like to know?"
Orloff never answered, but stopped
and picked up long iron bar that fast
ened the door at night. One jerk of his
great strong hands twisted it around the
porter's neck like q ribbon, SO that the
poor fellow bad to hold up the ends.
"Now, my boy" said he, with a
broad grin, ego and show yourself to