The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1890-10-23
CHAPTER Iv.-DAvIDoFF's DEATH.


Yegor had recovered all his energy Very
easily impressed, like all the Slavonians, he
passed suddenly from one extreme to the
other Though he had been terribly dis
couraged few days before, he now felt
himself strong again, ready to struggle furi-
ously against fate and resolved to continue
the battle of life TO the end.
Without even examining his domicile, he
returned to the street, stopped the first
passer-by and asked him if he knew in Irk
outsk an exile by the name of Davidoff
''Davidotf!"
''The poet" added Yegor, quickly.
'Davidotf! the name sounds familiar tc
me. But question Issal1off, the innkeeper,
who resides at the extremity of the suburb
he has good reason to know everybody, for
he gives credit"
81 thank you" said Yegor. And he start
ed off rapidly.
The Jew Issalzoff informed him that Davi.
doff and his daughter dwelt in little ham.
let in the environs of the city.
81 am good walker" said Yegor; chow
long will it take me to reach their house?"
''Twenty minutes"
But night had come on, and it was difficult
for stranger to find his way. Yegor, there
fore, begged the innkeeper to procure him q
guide, as he wished to see Davidoff and his
daughter at once.
"Ah! if you were the bearer Of his pardon
you would be doing a good action!' cried
Issal1off, ''the poor man is not long for this
world! The announcement of his pardon
would give him new life"
Yegor anxiously demanded some explana'
tons in regard to the condition of the un-
fortunate exile, but the innkeeper limited
himself to lying in monosyllables
"Banishment want such things kill p
One of Issakoffs sons, who served at the
inn, accompanied Yegor.
AT the gate of the city, they informed the
sentinels whittier they were going, and
made their exit without being disturbed
The sky sparkled with stars. In the
country sleep already reigned. Behind
them, around the sombre walls Of Irkoutsk
the Angara resembled a flow of fused silver
They reached the hamlet, consisting of q
long street of dilapidated little wooden
houses, the roofs of which with their broker
gables had the look of fantastic jaws. Here
and there stray light shone through the
sheets of oiled paper which replaced the
not sound. Everywhere, the silence OF
death. One might have believed himself
in the midst of cemetery at the houl
when the will-o -the-wisp dances upon thu
| tombs
The innlzeeper's son showed Yegor an isb;
of still more melancholy appearance thai
any of the rest; he extended his hand for hi
drink-money and retraced his steps.
| Yegor, with sad heart, stood breathles
and motionless before the door, without dar
ing to knock.
At last, he tapped gently with his stick.
The door opened.
Upon the threshold appeared young girl
clad in the costume of a Siberian peasant;
small corsage held by a crossed strap over
white body with pulled sleeves and Skin
/ of red serge
Yegor sprang towards her.
''Nadege!' cried he; "do you recogniz
me?"
She drew back, frightened; but the SCUM
of his voice had found such an echo in he
heart that she returned to the young mar
She examined him for an instant, exclaime
sYegor" and fell into his arms.
Then, taking him by the hand, she LEI