The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1890-11-13
THE RUSSIAN EXILES.

IAN example OF the mercy of His I'M
| perial Majesty. the Gar, stands before
| YOU. brethren"
The man who spoke thus smote his
| broad chest and looked at the dark
! faced men-Russians all-who con-
| frouted him.
A sarcastic laugh greeted the speech,
and when it had subsidized the exile
| continued:
The mercy of the Gar I say. He
treated me like brother. and to-day.
| instead OF tOlling in the mines of
| Siberia, | am, thanks to His Grace, an
| inhabitant of the United States.n
To this there was no response. The
| faces of the listeners assumed various
expressions, and more than one dark
look shot from tiger eyes at the exile.
Come, Michael" whispered one
Young man, touching his nearest COM
panion at the wine table of the cafe.
''Ivan'S words stab me like daggers.
Let us 60"
The twain glided from the dimly
lighted room. and neither spoke AGAIN
till they found themselves in the street
Il have been thinking. Michael that
Ivan is not the blatant Nihilist he
seems to be-" resumed the first speaker,
a handsome young Muscovite of twen-
ty-siX. Il trembe to think that he
may be the spy of the Third Section
the secret police of our country"
Il cannot believe that, Alexis was
the reply.
Il don't want to, the Virgin knows.
He is Ulra's father. and for her sake l
must trust he is true to us. But"
Alexis Omanotf paused.
go on" said Michael
'No; | must not think on this sub
ject. All! here we have place to rest
ourselves. We will try some wine and
the secluSion of STALL"
The young eXiles entered drinking
garden much patronised by foreigners
of their own class, and took possession
of one of the numerous stalls that in
vited them.
This reminds me of Drowski's
place in St. Petersburg" said Michael,
glancing around as he took up bot
tie. "These Americans are great imi-
tators, Alexis"
"Ha! Look. Michael Yonder hang
two crossed swords just like they do at
Drowski'sn' exclaimed Alexis. ''Peste!
where is our proprietor? | must see
him before | drain glass
The young Russian left the table.
and vanished before his friend could
detain him.
After five minutes Alexis returned.
His face was white Michael, we
must quit this place" he said, in low
tones totally unlike his natural ones
The power of the Gar reaches to the
ends of the earth. Drowski's den has
been transported to America. "
Michael Gorovitch sprang up with
suppressed cry.
You dream, Alexis" cried he.
DO II Come and see
The eXiles left the stall, and while
they crossed the floor Alexis called
Michaefs attention to a man whose
dress proved him to be the proprietor
of the garden.
Michaers ewes seemed to flash as he
gazed. At the same time his clutch
tightened on his companions arm, nor
did it relax till both were in the street
once more.
There are in the United States scores
of Russian exileS who have been BAN
ished for opinions sake. They are
to be found in all our large cities,
where they form secret brotherhoods
for mutual intercourse and self-pro-
lection.
Michael and Alexis belonged to one
of these communities. SO did Ivan
Fedoroff, the man who had called HIM
self IA living example of the mercy of
the Car.
Ivan Fedoroff had daughter, Ulra.
a beautiful girl of nineteen, who had
followed him into exile and who was
at the time of which we write the be-
trothed of Alexis.
Of late a terrible suspicion had taken
possession of the young Russians
mind. He had reason to believe that
Ivan was one of the secret agents en-
ployed by the Cars police TO watch
the movements of Russian exiles in
the United States.
This feeling had increased within
the last few days. and Alexis shud-
dered TO think of Ulra as the daughter
OF the Cars spy.
When do you lead the beautiful
Ulra to the altar?" asked Michael, the
first 10 speak after quitting the wine
garden.
Hush! Do not let us speak of that
now. With the infamous Feodor
Drowski in the new world to watch
us, and with Ulra's father under suspi-
cion, my future is not for pleasant
contemplation;" and Alexis lapsed in
to silence, which Michael seemed to
respect, for he did not reply.
Five minutes afterward the young
men were approached by tall man.
who slipped piece of paper into
Alexis hand.
Michael Gorovitch watched his friend
while he read the message by the light
of a lamp.
He saw all color leave his compan-
ions face, and then he came forward
unsteadily.
Michael, Ivan Fedoroff has been
sentenced to death by our brother
hood, and | am his executioner God
pity mel"
Michael started.
Why, he is
''Ulra's father finished Alexis