The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1890-10-03

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ed, and for my worthless sake?
"And then | saw three bleeding point:
upon the back of my hand. Madam
said coldly, sympathy for II below
you in degree is surely misplaced.
turned away, Louis, and / walked alone
to the castle
THE French doctor from Warsaw
gives me every hope; but, Louis, some
thing tells me that l shall die, and
shall have died in saving the life Of
oma who is worthless
Louis, there IS great news for You
my brother; the Ear is willing to lc
bygones be bygones; u rank and on
property are to be restored. Primo
Vastof only today handed me the re
/ script from his imperial master. 'Conn'
Bolskoi,' he said, as he pressed my hand
don't speak TO me Of gratitude; ! shaI
ever be your debtor
THE French doctor has come again
Ny brother, there is no hope. and / mus
die. It may be q question Of days o.
hours only. Already | swallow with
the greatest difficulty.
pray, Louis, pray for the soul of one
who longs for death
your unhappy brother, PAUL
There were two other ietters-one
from Prince EAstoG, another from the
French doctor. They gave me the dread
full details Of my brothers death He
died. as he had predicted. after fearful
sufferings from the mania Of hydro
phobia.
l have visited my brothers grave. /
have seen the place where my brothers
life was sacrificed for the Princess
Bakouline-for she became the Princess
Bakouline Of course. And then ! went
to St. Petersburg to thank my imperial
master for his ~elenency, and stayed
with Prince Tastof. One night, as /
was talking with my host. he said TO me:
you've never been in this room before,
| think. The very rug your feet are
resting on is the skin Of the wolf that
killed your brother. The head IS Won
derfully life like" he said.
Yes, there was the head with glazing
eyes Of glass. the mouth wide open, the
lips ~retractel, showing n double range of
fierce and cruel fangs.
at makes me shudder when l look
upon it, said Prince Elastof; but it's
a work Of art all the same" he added,
with a little laugh
Presently he left me. and | sat by the
fire in a half doze and thought of my
brother and his miserable death. 1t was
close on midnight.
The door was suddenly thrown open
and a tall woman in evening dress, muf-
fled in an opera cloak, rushed into the
room, locked the door behind her and
flung the cloak from her shoulders. On
her pale cheek there was a great red
mark When she saw me she fell upon
her knees.
"Paulr-she cried in Mortified ac-
cents-"Paul Bolskoi, have You come
back from the grave 70 haunt me?:
As I stared at her in establishment
recognized my brothers evil genius in
the beautiful creature who knelt before
me, looking into my face with frishten-
ed eyes.
MADAM" / said coldly, I am Louis
Bolskoi.
And then she rose. You are very
like him" she said mechanically, and
she sat down in the chair opposite me
and stared at the ghastly, grinning mask
Of the dead wolf. and as she looked she
~shuddered.
Your brother saved my life, Count
Bolskoi, she said, with a groan.
l bowed, but / did not answer her.
Your brothers was a dreadful DEATH"
she went on, .'and l sat by his bedside
and listened to his last rawlings. He
prayed IN his wild delirium that l might
never know happiness in this world. /
sacrificed your brothers love to vain
ambition, and sold myself to Prince
Bakouline. Tonight he struck me-you
see the mark upon my face-and leave
him forever. Just before your brothers
death, when his failing voice had sunk
TO q whisper, he opened his eyes and
seemed TO recognize me. Nadia,' he
said, you viii repent; and when you
have repented you will see Inc once
again, and | shall summon you to meet
your God He never spoke again, Count
Bolskoi. | have repented, God knows
how bitterly, and when saw you sitting
there I thought that Paul had come
from tie land beyond the grave to drag
me TO the judgment seat of heaven.
Count Bolskoi,n she said bitterly, 'Ilong
for death"
She never looked at me, but stared at
the VOLTS face upon the floor, and me-
chanicany she placed her tiny foot be-
tween the double row OF white and glis-
tening teeth.
There was a furious knock at the door.
The Princess Nadia started to her feet,
and as she did so sac gave a little scream
Of pain, ana | saw a small spot of blood
on her satin foot covering. The door
was shaken %furiously; the lock gave
way, and n man broke in and hurled flu
rious words at the beautiful woman, who
stood confronting him, pale and silent.
He spoke in Russian, and then he turned
to me.
'sYou are the Count Belskoi, sir" he
said; "why do l find you closeted here
with my wifeY' he cried, and he glared
at me with furious eyes, infiamed with
drink and jealousy. Il am the Prince
Bakouline, sir" he said more calmly
1.-The husband of this-this woman"
"And | am her fathers guest" l said,
and | do not handy words with drunken
men at midnight. But, Prince Bakou-
line, you are a coward. Have the good
ness to leave this house."