The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1886-07-02
he was a chef OF the chanccrH Of that

he was chief OF the chanccry OF that
dreaded institution, and, moreover,
specially intrusted with the investiga-
ton of the Winter Palace explosion.
That man wrote as follows:
"DEAR Observation-Disclosures our for
mer relations. allow me to address q word of
found TO be implicated IN the case of the
dynamite explosion | am now inyestigat-
ing
The old man read no further. With
terrible oath, his face purple with in
dignation, he sprang up and threw the
letter to the ground.
"a lie, an infamous lie!" he ex-
claimed.
..Your Excellency,' whispered the
terrified Matveitch, "What is the mat
ter?n
Nothing. Leave mer'
The old servant went out, shaking
his head sorrowfully.
On remaining alone the Generals
first impulse was to burn the letter
without reading it. On considering,
however, the position PodbielskY oc-
cupied and the responsibility he in
Cured by writing such commtmica-
ton, Sayelieff soon convinced himself
that the letter contained more than an
empty threat or an utterly groundless
calumny. He picked up the paper
with trembling hand and read on:
"There is, alasl no possible doubt as to his
guilt All can do for you and for him is to
warn you few hours before his arrest In
the night following the receipt by you Of this
letter he shall be arrested at your house. II
till then he has not in some manner dsap-
pearcd. Know it is a breach of duty am
that even a gendarme is capable.of remember
.sANToS PoDB1ELsKY''
Painting for breath, his broad chest
heaving with an uncomfortable agita-
ton, the General read these lines to
their bitter end. The close air of the
room suffocated him. He threw open
the folding doors of the terrace and
stepped out into the garden. And
there he is now, pacing to and fro the
gravel walk and crunching the paper
he holds in his hand with nervous
grip.
A few hours" he mutters, "every
moment these people may come and
take him away. l must, | must speak
to him, hear of him that he is inno-
cent"
Having formed this resolution the
General raised his head and walked
back into the house with firm step.
There was still light in his sons room
when he knocked at the door. The
young Colonel opened at once and on
seeing his fathers troubled counte-
nance exclaimed:
s'What is the matter, fatherp''
'.Read that, the latter answered,
giving him the letter.
Andre became as pale as death, but
his eyes Stunned not his father pierre
ing gaze when, on reading the letter,
he looked up to him.
.sAndrushan' the old man exclaimed,
in a tone of unutterable anguish, and
clasping his trembling hands as if in
prayer. '.Tell me that this is liei
Speak, answer me before Godp'
A long silence followed. At last the
answer came in low, firm tones:
Il can not, father; for | have never
told a lie!'
.'You-you-.are -
The eyes of the old man dilated, his
hands orasped the air convulsively and
he tottered back to the wall Andre
rushed forward to support him, but the
General-ordered him back with an i'm
perious gesture.
Don't touch me-" he gasped.
'sBack, back. /"
At this moment knock at the door
was heard. The General went up to
it with steady step and locked it.
Then he approached closet in which
The kept his firearms, opened it, drew
out of one of the chests q pair Of pis-
tolls and placed them on the table, ut
tering in a hoarse whisper:
''Choose!''
''What do you mean, father?"
'tChoose, | tell you---there is no time
to lose!''
The Colonel remained motionless,
leaning against the table. Two min
utes of terrible anguish passed in 81
lence. At length the General took up
one of the pistols and retreated a few
steps and pointed it at his son.
& s.Colonel Savelieff,n he exclaimed,
defend yourselfr'
& q Not against my father Andre an
swered, in a low, vibrating voice.
One moment more of breathless sus-
pense. Once more the knock at the
door was heard, louder than before.
Then shot and Andre fell to the
ground motionless without uttering a
moan. The old man cast one look at
his sons body, then deliberately
cooked the second pistol and turning it
against his heart pulled the trigger.
His huge form shook and tottered
like an old oak before the last blow of
the axe which fells it to the ground,
but did not fall. His eyes took a
glazed hue, his feet sank beneath him,
but with last, almost superhuman eff
fort of an iron will he steadied himself,
went to the door, unlocked it, and,
seeing gendarme officer on the thres-
hold, whispered:
"You have nothing more to do here;
the criminal is punishedn'
Then he fell heavily to the ground
dead. Z. World.