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put an end to the impassioned girls

put an END TO the 1mpasSloneo 8lrl
speech.
"If any one should call?" said Leeza,
looking at her young mistress, and hall
turning to the door, as if ready to go
out when she got her answer.
Il shall be in Madam Berger's room
in ten minutes" said Lola.
"And they must wait there for you,
my mistress?"
"Yes."
Leeza inclined her head and went
out.
This strange, rambling old house
was occupied by many strange people.
Ex-exiles, long-haired artists, revo-
lutionary students, and attaches Of the
imperial opera and theater. >
It was within hundred yards or 80
of the principal barracks of the gendar-
merle, or national police, and for this
reason it was the safest place for the
meeting of the Nihilists and the leaders
of the great army of discontents that
As Count Pulaski spoke, he rose and
drew her to his anxious heart
have made every grade Of Russian So
ciety smouldering volcano.
what, my daughter" said the old
man, as Lola prepared to leave, after
the slight repsst was over, "surely you
are not going out again at this late
'''"I Inc laws OF eternal Jusrlce consider
not hours or the time for sleeping. Rest
till I return" she said, kissing him.
II cannot rest while you are away; I
am ever in fear Of detection, said Count
Pulaski, tremulously.
With an affected little laugh, Lola
responded:
"Who could suspect the governess
of the royal children? All, if they but
knew it, treason is mining yonder pal
ace walls, and death is sharpening his
lance for royal game"
81 am feeble, Lola, and even the re-
venge that gnawed at my heart for
years, when I wrought as a quarry
slave, has died for the want of food.
What if you, my all, were discovered
and taken from me?"
They viii have goou reason when
I'm suspected. Why, the chief of all
the secret serfice is suing for my hand,
and tonight he was my escort to the
door"
"Who is he, my child?" asked the
Count, eagerly.
"He is the handsomest, noblest,
bravest Russian of them all"
"But his name, Lola?"
"His name," replied Lola, with
CLEAN like a love-light in her wonder
full eyes, "is General Paul-Prince
Paul of Moscow"
"Prince Paul of Moscow gasped
the Count.
eyes, and he would be a prince if
born o peasant"
"Lola, Lola, tell me that you do not
love this mani"
"He is man to be loved; but have
no time for such thoughts. Love and
revenge are poor yokefellows. Good
night, my father"
While speaking, Lola put on her
cloak and hood, and now she kissed
him, and, before he could reach out his
trembling hand to restrain her, she was
gone.
Alone again, and Count Pulaski
dropped into his chair and covered his
with his hands.
The mention Of General Paul's
name, and the evident regard his
daughter had for the young soldier,
deprived him of the power of speech,
while it stirred his thought into fresher
life.
Prince Paul of Moscow was the son
Of his old foe and rival, the dead Gov
srnor of Warsaw.
The Governor died poor and in dis.
grace, for kings favors are more tickle
than love; but his son was adopted by
bachelor uncle, the head of the house
and the Prince of Moscow, or Moskiva,
ss the Russians call it.
The young man had taken his un.
clos mama and rank. this fact tb
lie, but he had never mentioned it to
bis daughter.
The old man groaned in agony as he
thought over the awful situation.
His daughter was conspirator
against Russia, stung into action by
the memory of her fathers wrongs, yet
she loved the son of the author of all
those wrongs.
"Shall I tell her; shall I tell her?"
he groaned, and to his own question he
replied: II must wait I must waitl"
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