The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-05-10

Alright At length the sight OF little black
speck ahead aroused his failing courage,
and, fervently thanking God, Vladimir
made for the friendly hut
-Jadrino cannot now be far" thought he;
Il will stop here and ask my way"
An old man, half asleep, answered the
knock
"What do you wantr
"How far is it 70 Jadrinol'
"Jadrino! Not far-a matter of ten
miles"
Poor Vl1dimirl
Gan you let me have q horsel Mine is
half dead"
"A horsel Where would find horseF
"Well, can one get guide herelboutT
"Wait-maybe my son can show you the
way"
After what seemed to Vladimir an inter-
minable delay, tie door opened and small
boy came out
What time is 81" inquired Vladimir.
1T will soon oe daylight" Toe baffleo
bridegroom was ilenr
The cocks were Growing and the day
breaking when they reached Jadrino. The
church was closed. After revealing his
guide and bidding him goodbye, Vladimir
knocked with trembling hand at the priests
house; his troika was not in the yard
What did it meant
But we will return to the good Gabriel
owich and see what was going on in his
house. The Old people arose as usual and
went down to breakfast; Gabriel Gabriel
owich in bis flannel cap and gown, and
PaScowia Petrowna ready irosse1 for the
day. In answer to a message from Gabri-
elowich Maria sent word she had had bad
night but would be down presently In a
few minutes the door opened, and our he
roine entered.
~How is the head, daughter!"
"Much better, father"
"Perhaps the heat from the furnace was
too great yesterday
perhaps, mamma" said Maria.
Toward evening, though, Maria was not
50 well, and the village doctor was sent for,
but before he came high fever had set in
and the poor girl was delirious. For a
whole week she hung between life and
death.
No one in the house so much as suspected
Maria's figh:; her letters were destroyed,
and the maid had teen discreet, fearing her
masters displeasure The priest ami wit
nesses were silent, and the coachman was
not much o. a talker, even IN his cups. For
a wonder, the secret was kept, although
known to half dozen people. Maria, of
course, spoke of nothing else during her de-
lirium. and the good mother, who nursed
her devOtedly, made out that her child was
dying of love for Vladimir Therefore, after
due consultation with her husband and sew
eral neig hbors, it was agreed that poverty
is no crime-one lives with the man and not
with his money-etc., etc.. and such
moral maxims are always of great
help when reason does not justify our
course Thus, when Maria became GONZALES
cent her parents sent for Vladimir Nico-
laewich, but great was the CONSERVATION at
Menarodowno when in came a letter. writ
ten apparently by a mailman, in which the
young fellow declared he would never set
foot in their house, and begged them to for
get a poor wretch whose only hope was in
death. Soon after they heard he had joined
tho army. This was in 1872.
They dared not tell Maria, who on her
side never mentioned his name A relapse
of the fever was feared when. a few months
later, she fell into dead swoon, having ac-
cidentally seen his name in the list of those
who had distinguished themselves and been
wounded at Borodino
But misfortunes never come ,ingfy. the
good Gabrielowich died, lea wing all ais for
tune to Maria Riches, however, were
powerless to console her; she mourned his
death sincerely, and vowed never to
leave her poor widowed mother They
both left Menarodowno, so fraught with sad
associations, and went to live on an
other estate situated near Gousk There
also, Maria was soon surrounded and impor-
tuned by many admirers, but discouraged
them all, in spite of her mothers advice and
express desire; ovr heroine, for answer, ST.
lently shook her head. Vladimir was dead
killed at Moscow on the eve of the en-
trance of the French troops His memory
seemed sacred to Maria, who tenderly treas
ure1 all the momentoes of her lost love-his
sketches, letters. poems, and the books they
had read together: the neighbors commented
wonderingly upon such unusual constancy,
and awaited with much interest the coming
of the hero who was to triumph over the
melancholy constancy of this new Artemisia
The war ended gloriously for Russia; he's
legions returned victorious, and were re
ceived everywhere with vociferous AMI joy
Gus acclamations Mothers and sis ers, VIII
tears of joy in their eyes, pressed to the
hearts the youths who had left them, now
grown into manhood, bronzed by exposure,
hardened by fatigue and privation-6ut
now returned covered with glory. Perhaps
Maria and her mother, living so far out of
the way, were among the very few who
took no part in the general enthusiasm. The
monotony of their lives, though, was even
there disturbed by the advent CT the dashing
young Col Bourmine. before whom her
usual train of adorers had to retreat He
took all hearts by storm with his brilliant
hussar uniform, fascinating manner, and
the cross of St George, which glistened on
his breast. He was about 20 years of
age, and had come to an adjoining
property on leave of absence Maria soon
learned TO look forward to his frequent Wis
its, and her habitual melancholy disap-
peared like snow under the genial rays of
an April sun Indeed Bourmine might well
inspire infatuation. His outward appear
ance and manner were of the kind to take a
woman's fancy. Toward Maria he was full
Of all those tender little attentions so cap
tivatine 70 a young girl Though so gentle
and modest in manner, he had the reputa-