Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1885-01-18

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SIS Shopid ever ssca have saspeess9 ~
What ApitfifAe eon8 not ksop her hsEe 70
sooths aDd kghtea his winter s0ksadsi--fo.
be loved her res; he really loved her and
he n1edsd sympathy and eomp&nioaship IN
al the best and hiEhesl instincts OF ha
inner nature. These Buriats, what were
theyl q miserable set Of brutal ssyages;
mere hsrd-workmg robbers and murderers
good enough for the practical rough werx OF
eperF-daY 6ls (snck as knocking TurcoInAn
merchants on the headl bat utterly incable
Of sppreciaiing or s~ympsthinng with me
better tastes Of civilized humanity.
Il a . hard calling. that Of
chieftain 70 these Tartar wretches,
especially for Q man Of musical
culture brought up in Paris; and ne had
hoped that Olga might have helped him
through With her friendly companionship
Not Of course, that he expected to tell her
the whole truth; women viii be women; and
coming to = rough country, they can't IN
derstand the necessities laid upon one for
rough dealing. No, he could never have
expected her TO relish the full details of a
horderers profession, but he was yexed that
she should already begin to suspect Its ma
ture on so very short an acquaintance. He
had told her that he was ike 9 Highland
ehiehain Of the old times; did she suppose
that the Rob Roys and Roderiek Dhus OF
real life used to treat their lowland captives
with rose-Water and chivalryf After al.
have really no idea of how things
must be managed in the stern realities OF
actual existence.
So the three months passed slowly away,
and Olga waited and watched, with smiles
on her lips, in mute terror.
At last n day. in broad daylight, with
out a moments warning, or q single pre-
monitory symptom, Olga saw the courtyard
suddenly filed with men in Russian unit
FORMS and friend of hsrs. q major Of in.
fantry at Tobolsk, rushing in at the head OF
his soldiers upon the Tartar barrack.
In one second, as If BY magic, the court
yard had changed into 9 roaring battlefield,
The Cossacks firing as the Tartars, and the
Tartars we're firing 81 the Cossacks. There
was q din Of guns and a smoke OF guupoW-
der; and high above al in the BuriAt Ian
guaga abe heard the voice of MAJ, frantic
ally encouraging his men to action, and
shouting to them with wild energy in IN
comprehensive gutturaA
The surprise had been so complete that
almost before Olga realized the situation,
the firing began to die away. The fort was
carried, and MAJ aud his men stood. dis
armed and sullen, with bleeding faces, in
the midst Of q hastily formed square of
stout COssacks. among the dead and dying
streWn along the ground.
Handsome as eVer, but how she hated
hint
His arm was wounded: and the Russian
surgeon led him out to bind il up. To
0lga's amazement while the surgeon was
actually binding it. MAJ turned upon him
like q savage dog, and bit his arm till the
teeih met 6ereely in the very middle. She
shut her eyes, and half tainted with disgust
ard horror.
The surgeon shook him of, with an oath;
and two COssaeks, coming up hastily, bound
his hands behind hisbAck, and tied his legs,
quite regardless Of bis WouRded condition,
NeanVhile the Russian majSr bad sought
out Olga. Madame II Baronne, he said
respectfully, II congratulate you upon your
safety and your recovered freedom. Your
fatheris with a.; he will soon be here. Your
letter reached him safely, in spite Of its
roundabout direction; and the Governor Of
Tobolsk dispatched Us at once upon this or
rand of release. Baron MAJ had long been
suspected; your letter removed all doubts
upon the subject"
A minute or two LATER the Cossacks
marched their prisoners out Of the court
yard, two and two, into the great hall Of the
stronghold.
II wish to bid farewell TO my wife" Nias
cried h the major, in 9 loud voice. 81
shall be sent to the mines, | suppose, and l
shall never see her again in this world most
probably"
Thenaior allowed him to come within
speaking distance, under guard Of two Cos
sacks
Madame II Baronne," he Kissed out be-
tween his elenehed teenth, "this is your
hand. Ii was your hand that you gave me
in marriage; 1t Was your hand that wrote
TO betray me. Believe me, madame, come
Etalmsy xour hand shall pay the pen
atty"
So much he said, pSSSisnately, indeed,
but with the offended dignity Of . civilized
being. Then the Tartar in him broke
through the thin veneer Of European culture,
and he lolled his tongue oar at her in saw
age derision, with q hideous menacing leer
ike an untsmed barbarian. Till that mo-
msnt, IN spite Of the horrible massacre she
had seen with her own eyes, Olga had never
suspected what profound depths Of vulgar
sayagery lay unperceiyed beneath Alsxsn-
der Niazs handsome and sristocraic Eu-
roI can features.
One more word he uttered cosrsely; .
word Of foul reproach unfit to be repeated,
which made 0lga'S cheek turn crimson with
wrath and indignation even in that su-
pyeme ONE Of conflicting passions.
She buried her face between her two
hands wildly, and burst into q sudden food
Of uncomfortable tears.
March him away" cried the Major in q
stern voice. And they marched him away,
E,ill hooking, with the other prisoner.
That was the last Olga Daridof saw OF her
Buriat husband.
Afer Man had been tried and condemned