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

he ar 81 liberty, so4 We pcefHr our oHu
braEling streams and kheer prueipicea b all
the ARTIFICIAL sitting ciTilzatioR ct Paris
aud st. Petersburg
Olga looked at him and smiled quietly.
She saw az once how he wished 10 break It
to her. and held her pssce like . wise mar
den.
yes mademoiselle," the young a
went on, flooding her each moment with the
flashing light from his great luminous hazel
eyes; my village in the Buriat country lies
high MP beside the eternal SHOWS. But
thoagh We hive alone there, so far from CT
viizaion that we seldom see even q passing
traveller, our lie is not devoid Of its v
delights end its own interests l have my
own people all around me; | live In my lit
tie village as q prince among bis " sub
jscis. Ny people are few, bat they are very
fahhfuL. Mademoiselle has been educated
in England, / believer
EYES" Olga answered. TN London, NJ.
le Baron. i am Of English parentsge, and
my father sent me there to keep up the con-
uection with his old fa~therland, where M
branch Of our house is still established"
Then. mademoiSelle, YOU will doubtless
have read the tales Of Walter SeottY'
Olga smiled curiously. YES" she said,
amused at his n~sivete, Il have certainly
read them" She began to think that after
ali the handsome young Buriat couIdnt
mean really TO propose TO her,
"Well, you know, in that case, what was
the life of Highland ehisftain il Scotland,
when the Highland chieftains were still
practically all but independent, That,
mademOiselle, is exactly the life ola mod
6rn Buriat nobleman under the Russian
Empire. He has his own little territory
and his own little people; he lives among
them in his own little ~antiquated fortress,
he Acknowledges nominally the sovereignty
Of the most orthodox Gar. and even, per
haps. exchanges for q Russian title the Tar
tar craftsmanship handed down 10 him in I'M
broken succession from his earliest fore
fathers. But in all the rest be still remains
essentially independent He rules over =
little principally Of his own, and cares not
n 6g In his own heart tor Car, or Governor,
or General or Minister"
This is rather reasonable talk for the
Governor palace" Olga put in, smiling
quietly. IF we were not already IN
fobosk we might both, perhaps, imagine
we should be sent TO Siberia.
The Baron laughed, and showed his two
rows Of pearly white teeth TO the best ad-
vantage. They might send me to the
mines be said, for aught / care, made.
moiselle | could get away easily enough
from village to village TO my " country;
and onee there, II would be easier for the
Gar 10 take CoustantiD0ple 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,
then, he was an orthodox CHRISTIAN.
That az least was a good thing, for so many
Ofihess BuriG,s are sill nothing more thaa
the most degraded Schamenists Gad
heathensi
"But, mademoiselle," the young man
went on again, playing more perVoasly noE
tIen ever with the jewellsd hilt Of his dress
sword, there is one thing still wanting to
my hsppiness among our beautiful Siberian
mountains | have no lovely chatelaine to
help me guard my little fsudal castle.
Mademoiselle, the Buriat 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 q com
pauion who can s~ympathize with his higher
tastes who can speak with him of books,
OF life, oFart, Of music. Our Buriat women
are mere household d~rudges; to marry one
of them would be simply impossible. Made
moiselle, nv father ard my grandfather
came away from their native wilds to seeks
lady Who would ccndesceEd to love them,
in the polite society Of Tobolsk. | have
gone further afield: | rave sought in Paris,
Berlin, Vienna, St. Petersburg. But saw
10 lady TO whose heart my heart responded
TIL | came back once more to old ro5olsk.
There, mademoiselle, there / saw one whom
I recognized at once as fashioned for me By
Heaven. Msdemoisel!e Dsvidof-I trem-
be to ask you, but l love you-will you
share my exile?'
Olga looked at the handsome young man
with Unconcealed 10y aud admiration,
Your exile size murmured softly to gain
ume for a moment. and Why your exile,
VI. le BaroRg'
"Mademoisellc, the Young Buriat con-
tirued very earnestly. 81 do not wish to
woo or we'd you under false pretenses. Be-
fore you give me an 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 DO indeed
an exile to sou, accustomed to the gsyeties
and the vortex OF LOndon." (0lgR smiled
quietly to herself, as she thought for q sec
end ofthe little d~rsving-room at The Lau-
rels, Claphsm.) "But if you can consent to
i've in It with me, | will do my best to make
it as easy for you as possible. You shall
have music, books, papers, amusements-
but not socisty-during the six months of
summer which we must necessarily pass at
nv mountain village; you shall visit robOl5k,
Moscow, St. Petersburg, London which
YOU Will-during the SIX months Of holiday
IN winter; above all, you shah have the un-
DYING love and devotion Of one who has
fever loved another Bomsu-Alexandsr
MAJ. = : \ Madsmoiselle, yoa see
the conditions. Can you accept themP Can
ycu ~eondescend Of your goodness 10 love
ne? 10 marry meH'
Olga Davidof lifted her fan with an eff)rs
and answered iaintly: M. le Baron, you
are very Aatteriug. II viii try my best
TO deserve your goodness"
MAJ took her pretty little hand in his old
fashioned pohteness, and raised it chiysl-
rously to his trembling lips. "Msdeuoi.
solle,b 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
eondeseension."
Il think" Olga answered, shaking from
head to foot II think, N. le Baron, you had
better take me BACK into the next room to
my mother"
IL.
Olga DaviGTs wedding was one Of the
most brilliant social successes of that To-
bolsk season. Davidof Pers surpassed him
self in the coS,Enpss of his exotics the maS-