The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1890-10-01

Dygones be bygOnes; our rank and our
property are to be restored. Prince
Vlastoff only today handed me the re-.
script from his imperial master. Count
Bolskoi, he said, as he pressed my hand,
don't speak to me of gratitude; shall
ever be your debtor
1.-THE French doctor has come again.
My brother, there is no hope, and must
die. 1t may be a question of days or
hours only Already | swallow with
the greatest difficulty.
pray, Louis. pray for the soul Of one
who longs for death
..yc;.: unhappy, brother :cc.l.eS, pssys
There were two other letters-one
from Prince vlastof. 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-
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 clemency. and stayed
with Prince Vlastoff. One night. as
was talking with my host, he said to me-
you've never been in this room before.
| think Tue. 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 retracted. showing double range of
ferce and cruel fangs.
at makes me shudder when look
upon it, said Prince vlastoff; but it's
work of art all the same" he added.
with u little laugh.
Presently he left me, and sat by the
fire in half doze and thought of my
brother and his miserable death. 1t was
close on midnight.
The door was suddenly thrown open
and tall woman in evening dress, muf-
fed 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 great red
mark When she saw me she fell upon
her knees.
"Paulir--she cried in Mortified ac-
cents-"Paul Bolskoi, have you come
back from the grave to haunt me?'
AS stared at her In establishment
recognized my brothers evil genius in
the beautiful creature who knelt before
me. looking into my face with frighten-
ed eyes.
MADAM, = ! said coldly. lam Louis
Bolskoi."
And then she rose. 'sYou are very
like him." she said mechanically, and
she sat down in the chair opposite me
and stared ut the CHASTITY. grinning mask
of the dead wolf, and as she looked she
shuddered.
"Your brother saved my life. Count
Bolskoi." she said, with groan.
bowed, but did not answer her.
''Your brothers was dreadful death, .
she went on. .and sat by his bedside
and listened to his last rawlings He
prav-tl in his wild delirium that 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 a whisper. he opened his eyes and
seemed to recognize me. Nadia. he
said. you will repent: and when you
have repented you will see me once
again, and | shall summon you to meet
your God. He never spoke again. Count
Bolskoi have repented, God knows
how bitterly. and when Isaw you sitting
there ! thought that Paul had come
from the land beyond the grave to drag
me to the Judgment seat of heaven.
Count Bolskoi,r she said bitterly. "Ilong
for death.
She never looked at me. but stared at
the VOLTS face upon the floor. and me-
chemically she placed her tiny foot be-
tween the double row of white and glis-
tenipg teeth.
I There was a furious knock at the door.
The Princess Nadia started to her feet.
and Us she did SO she gave little scream
Of pain. and saw small spot of blood
on her satin foot covering. The door
was shaken furiously; the lock gave
way. and a man broke in and hurled fu-
rious words at the beautiful woman, who
stood confronting him. pale and silent.
He spoke in Russian, and then he turned
to me-
"You are the Count Bolskoi. SIR he
said: why do find you closeted here
with my wifeY' he cried, and he glared
at me with furious eyes. infiamed with
drink and jealousy 81 am the Prince,
Bakouline. sir he said more calmly,
"the husband of this-this woman"
''And am her fathers guest" 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.
And then he turned and left the room
without word. Next day we met,
some dozen versts from Petersburg.
Prince Valstof was my second, and
shot the Princess Nadia's husband dead.
and crossed the frontier within dozen
hours. And within the month the wom-
an who had wronged my brother Paul
died. as my poor brother had died, q
raving maniac. The wolfskin rug was
the instrument Of heavens vengeance;
the fangs Of the dead beast had still re-
tanned their venom. st. James Gazette.
Big Chicken Pic.
The citizens of Columbus. Ga. had a
big barbecue. Among the novelties was
chicken pie. thus described: '.Thc pie
was feet long and feet broad, and as