Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1884-10-08

lie called TO him eagerly. and briefly
told him the great wrong that had been
done him (for the train only stopped
for few minutes), and intreated him
to visit his wife and relatives and in
form them of his fate.
And here he 1t said that Immediately
upon his sentence an exile loses his
identity. IVAN Tropoff ceases TO be
IVAN Tropof and becomes mo. lOl."
His estate Is administered upon as
though he were dead, and apportioned.
with the usual forfeiture to the State,
among his heirs, so that is almost inn
possible for any one save the authorities
to discover his whereabouts.
Buali was detained some time at
Hkutsk, and in the meantime his friend
the merchant, true to his promise, had
fastened to tell the circumstances and
conditions OF his Punishment to the
poor young bride, who, as quickly as
she could, set out TO Join him in his
exile. With woman's wit she managed
to apprise him by letter of her coming.
and light broke in upon his grief.
Daily, hourly, constantly he looked and
longed for her, and just when he knew
she must come they sent him on io
Yakutsk and from there to Verkeransk.
She, poor creature, filled with sweet
sympathy and expectation, hoping from
his delay ut Irkutsk that he would be
permanently detained, arrived two days
too late. Picture her anguish when,
having travelled with wifely devotion
four thousand miles over the most rug.
ged country in tho world, she learned
the cruel truth. Still two thousand
miles away-and even then would she
find him? 1t was too much for the poor
heart. She lost her reason, raved for Q
little while in q mad-house and died
He received the sorrowful tidings, SO
diffcrent'from what he had hoped, and
when | saw him he was Just recovered
from the effects OF an attempt at sui.
eide by poison.
This is his sad story as told by him.
self and interpreted to mo by his
friend Leon. DIR. Buali was not
Nihilist or at all incorporate in his
political talk, and was not in conse-
quence very popular among the other
exiles, but was on pleasant terms with
the espravnik, who liked him for his
own sake. Yet he was not allowed to
practice his profession for profit, but
only to perform the duties of the blind
old surgeon at the post, who might re-
ward him or not as the worthy man
saw fit. No exile is allowed to carry
on business, teach school. till the soil,
labor at trade, practice profession,
or engage in any work unless through
the medium of master. If l wanted
any service done an exile would some
times come and offer to perform it, but
l would have to pay his master, upon
whose bounty he must depend for re-
Enumeration.
The ignorant Yakutsk are very fear
full of the whole class of exiles, for they
hear exaggerated stories of Nihilist
atrocities, and the police officials are
always ready for an outbreak. l was
much amused at Kasharoffski, who told
me that he lived in constant dread of
assassination, and showed me q long
knife and revolver, which he always
took to bed with him, while o Cossack
always slept in the outer apartment
next to him. Leon told me that he and
the other exiles found q never-failing
source of amusement in frightening the
chief of Police, the Cossack guards
and the tradesmen at the post, who
would sell them goods at a ruinous dis
count rather than incur their enmity.
But" said Leon and his friends,
"why should we kill these poor devilsP
We might, if we could thereby effect our
escape. But to kill q thousand of them
wouldn't help us to our liberty"
In addition to the illustrated newspa-
pers pasted on the walls of their sitting
room there were two picturesque
photograph, 1.-The other o wood-cut, TAX
en- from newspaper. They faced each
other from opposite sides of the room,
and stood looking at them, struck by
their familiarity. The wood-cut / rec
ognized as q portrait of the dead Car.
He lay in state near window, dressed
in his cerements, his hands holding
crucifix on his breast. One of the ex-
lies, observing my silent comparison of
the two pictures, approached and said:
The two men are very much alike,
are they notp'
They certainly were; faces sharp and
peaked in death, hair and boards ar
ranged in the same way. / thought
both were likenesses of the Car and
said so. The exile smiled.
NO." said he, "the photograph is
one of my brother, who persisted of
cold and hunger in the horrible dun
geons of Petropavlosk, on the Ncva.
His body was photographed on his bier,
near one of the gun-ports. which has
tho appearance of the palace window,
wherein is laid the corpse of the Car.
My brother was murdered in the fort
ress; my friends murdered the Gar in
his palace. Things that are equal are
equal in all their parts-a dead Nihilist
and dead King"