The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1884-06-20

wrong, followed the Cossack to the DO
lice Office. The CHIEF met him in the
vestibule and told him that he was a
prisoner. "a batch of exiles, said the
heartless wretch, fare ready to start
for Siberia tomorrow; you will accom-
pany them" Buali laughed-it was a
good joke; but the chief assured him it
was q solemn fact. The unhappy doc
tor, completely overwhelmed, gasped
out prayer for delay: why am to
be deprived Of my libertyP" "Who is
off" No answer, save Government
order" He asked permission to 90 to
his house and procure some necessary
articles of clothing. Could he not at
least return to his young wife to bid her
farewell? The brutal official denied
him even this. Sand Them said the
exile. 81 waited in anguish; but they
placed me in solitary confinement to
await the departure of the detachment,
and in twelve hours was on my way
to Siberia"
Of course, he was half-crazed. His
yOuuS WIG, WHot wOulu SuC thihh vi
him? That he had deserted her. A
thousand fears and suspicious racked
his mind, and he had outlived an age of
torture when, hurried on across the
frontier by rail and steamer, he CHANGED
at certain railway station to recognize
from the close carriage where he was
confined an old friend IN merchant
He called to him eagerly, and briefly
told him the great wrong that had been
done him flor 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 be it said that Immediately
upon his sentence an exile loses his
identity. IVAN Tropoff ceases to be
IVAN Tropoff and becomes "No. 101."
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 i'm
possible for any one save the authorities
to discover his whereabouts. ......l..
Buali was detained some time at
Irkutsk, and in the meantime his friend
the merchant, true to his promise, had
to tell the circumstances and
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 to
Yakutsk and from there to Verkeransk.
She, poor creature, filed with sweet
sympathy and expectation, hoping from
his delay at Irkutsk that he would'be
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 the world, she learned
the cruel truth. Still two thousand
miles away-and even then would she
find himp 1t was too much for the poor
heart. She lost her reason, raved for
little while in a mad-hOuse and died.
He received the sOrrowful tidings, so
from what he had hoped, and
when saw him he was just recovered
from the effects of an attempt at sui
eide by poison. .f..,r. .. -...fa..
This is his sad story as told by him.
self and interpreted to me 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 rs the worthy man
saw fit. No exile is allowed to carry
on business. teach school. till the soil,
labor at a trade, practice a 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
| would have to pay his master, upon
whose bounty he must depend for re-
..... ....r4 ......
The ignorant Yakutsk are very fear
full of the whole class of exiles, for they
hear exaggerated stories of Nihilist
and the police officials are
always ready for an outbreak. l was
much amused at Kasharotfski, who told
me that he lived in constant dread of
and showed me long
knife and revolver, which he ALWAYS
took to bed with him. while Cossack
always slept in the outer apartment
next to him. Leon told me that he and
the other exiles found never-failng
source of amusement in frightening the
chief of Police, the Cossack guards
and the tradesmen at the post. who
would sell them goods at ruinous dis
count rather than incur their enmity.
But" said Leon and his friends,
"why should we kill these poor devils?
We might, if we could thereby effect our
escape. But to kill a thousand of them
help us to our liberty" a.
In addition to the illustrated newspa-
pers pasted on the walls of their sitting
room there were two picturesque a
the other a wood-cut, tax
en- from a newspaper. They faced each
other from opposite sides of the room,
and Istood looking at them, struck by
their familiarity. The wood-cut / rec
ognized as portrait of the dead Car.
He lay in state near window. dressed
in his cerements, his hands holding a
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 not?"
They certainly were: faces sharp and
peaked in death, hair and boards ar.
ranged in the same way. though,
10th were likenesses of the Car and
said so. The exile smiled.
mo" said he, ''the photograph is
one OF my brother, who persisted of
cold and hunger in the horrible dun
nenns of PetrnnaYlosk ON the Nrua