Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1885-01-11

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are to tie nanner born. We breathe ihece'
The sif 81 Eberty and We prefer our own
brawlng streams and sheef preclpices 70 al
the arnacial sitting civilization OF Paris
and St. Petersburg
Olga looked ct him and smiled quietly.
she saw at once how he wished 10 break It
to her. and held her peace Ike . WISE mar
den.
"Yes, mademoiselle," the yonng man
went on, flooding her eachmoment with the
flashing light from his reatiamino1s hazel
eyes; my village in the Buriat country lies
high Up beside the eternal SHOWS. But
though we hive alone there, so far from CT
vilizaiion that we seldom see even q passing
traveller, our life is not devoid of ITS own
delights snd It's W interests. / have my
own people all around me; | i've in my lit
lie village as o prince among bis own sub
iscis. Ny people are few, bot they are very
faithful. Mademoiselle has been educated
in England, / believer"
EYES Olga answered. I'm London, N,
le Baron. am OF English Parsntsge, and
my father sent me there to keep up the con
ueeticn with bis old fa~therland, where oae
branch Of our house is still established"
Then. mademoiseIle. you will doubtless
have read the tales Of Walter ScottY
Olga smiled curionsly. "Ges," she said,
amused at his n~sivete, 81 have certainly
read them" She began to think that after
all the handsome young Buriat couldn't
mean really to propose to her.
well, you know, in that case, what was
tie life Of a Highland ehieftain il Scotland,
when the Highland ehieftains were still
practically all but independent, That,
mademoiselle, is exactly the life ola mod
cru Burist nObleman under the Russian
Empire. He has his own little territory
aud his own little people; he lives among
them in his own little antiquated fortress,
he acknowledges nominslly the sovereignty
Of the most ortho1ox Car, and even, per
haps. exchanges for q Russian title the Tar
tar craftsmanship handed down to him in I'M
broken succession from his earliest fore
fathers. But in all the rest be still remains
essentially independent. He rules over a
htle principally Of his own, and cares not
n 6g In his own heart for Car, or Governor,
or General, or Minister"
This is rather reasonable talk for the
Governor 5 palace" Olga pat in, smiling
quietly. If we were not already in
Tobolsk We might both, perhaps, imagine
we should be sent 10 Siberia"
The Baron laughed, and showed his two
rows of pearly white teeth to the best ad-
vsntsge. They might send me to the
mines be said, for sught | care, made
moiselle. could get away easily enough
from village to village TO my own country;
and once there, il would be easier for the
Gar 10 take Coustanlin0Ple and Bagdad
and Calcutta than to track and disloiga
Alexander MAJ in his mountain fortress
Alexander Nisz, Olga noted the name
to herself hurriedly. tie was converted,
,henl he was an orthodox Christian!
! That a. least was a good thing, for so many
of,hese Buriats are sill nothing more than
the most degraded S~chauenists and
heatheusl
but. mademoiselle," the young man
went on again, playing more neryously nov
than ever with the jewelled hilt Of his dress
sword, there is one thing still wanting to
nv hsppiness among our beautiful Siberian
mountains have no lovely chatelaine to
help me guard my little feudsl castle.
Madepoiselle, the BGriat women are not fit
allies for a man who has been brought up
among the civilization aud the learning OF
the great Western cities. He needs o com
parion who can ~sympashize with his higher
tastes who can speak with him Of books,
Of life, Ofart, Of music. Our Buriat women
are mere household drudges; to marry one
of them would be simply impossible. Made
moiselle, nv father ard my grandfather
came away from their native wilds to seek
lady who would ccndescerd to love them,
in the polite society Of Tobo!sk. | have
gone further sfeld: l have sought in Paris,
Berlin, Vienna, St. Petersburg. But saw
TO lady to whose heart my heart responded
TIL I came back once more TO old fo5olsk.
There, mademoiselle, there | saw one whom
I recognized at once as fashioned for me By
Heaven. Msdemoiselle Dsvidof-I trem-
be to ask you, bat l love you-will you
share my exileT
Olga looked at the handsome young man
With unconcesled Joy and admiration,
Your exilcI' she mgrmu7ed softly to gain
ine for a moment. and Why your exile,
NJ. le BaroA?'
"Mademoisellc, the Young Buriat con-
tinued very earnestly. Il do not wish to
woo or wed you under false pretenses. Be
fore you give me IN answer, you must
understand to what sort of life it is that /
venture to invite you. Our mountains are
very lonely: to live there would be indeed
an exile to you, accustomed to the gayeties
and the vortex ofLondon." (0lga smiled
quietly to herself, as she thought for q sec
Cnd ofthe little drsviug-room at The Lau-
rels, C~lapbsm.) "But if you can consent to
live in It With me, / will do my best to make
it as easy for you IS possible. You shall
have music, books, papers, amUsements-
but not ~society-during the six months OF
summer which We must necessarily pass at
NY mountain village; you shall visit rObOlsk,
Moscow, st. Petersburg, Londod which
YOU wil-during the SIX moaths Of holiday
in winter; above all, You shah have the ua-
diving love and devotion Of one who has
reyer loved another womsu-Alexandsr
MAJ. = Madsmoiselle, YOU see
the conditions. Can you accept them2 Can
you ~eondesceRd OF your goodness 70 love
ne? TO marry meT'
Olga Davidof lifted her fan with an ef)rs
and answered iaintly: M. le Baron, you
are very Hatteriug. IL will try my best
10 deserve your goodness
MAJ took her pretty little hand in his old
fashioned pohteness, and raised it chival-
rously to his trembling lips. "Msdenoi-
scIIe,h he said, you have made me etern-
ally happy. Ny life shall be passed in try
ing to prove my gratitude to you for this
eOndescension."
Il think" Olga answered, shaking from
head to foot, 81 think, N. ls Baron, you had
better take me back into the next room to
my mother"
IL.
Olga DaviiiTs wedding was one of the
most brilliant social successes OF that To-