The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1890-10-02

/ an 81 loved: NY, Nadia Tor the love
oil heavenn Butshenever moved, for
| she layupon the truf in q dead faint.
The struggles OF the wretched animal
grew weaker and wealser, but ] never.
relaxed my grip upon it's throat.
and slowly nh, how sslowly!--l
strangled the beaet, choking it to
death. ri
j turned to Nadia, and raised
her from tho ground, and, pressing
impassioned kisses on her lips, ] cried
inherear, There is no cause for fear
my darlingp She seemed to wake as
from a dream; the grea. blue eyes
| opened md looked at me with unit
terable love, and my kisses were re-
turned. You do love me, Nadia? /
cried, and her head still lay on my
chest.
Love you, Paul?' she answered,
'ofcourse 4 loveyou. Need ] tell you
so in words, Paul. she said, and she
looked around her wildly. Let us
make the most of our time 2 aul, and
again she kissed me: for the man I
am betrothed to will come to claim
my hand in one short month.
Nadia, I cried, 'and you talk of
loving me?'
My marriage with the Prince
Bakouline she said, SIS one Of policy,
but shall always love YOU she
added, and then she looked at me in
sudden fear. Paul, Paul Boiskoi,'
she said, 'whydo youlook like that?"
Princess Nadia, | answered. 4
neverloved you; Iloved the womanI
thought you We're.
Paul Bolskoi,' she said calmly,
you must be mad; the Prince Bakou-
line owes you a deep debt OF graft
tude, and then she rose and. tnrned
her back on me. But let me thank
you, NJ. Bolskoi,' she said formally;
let me thank you in his name Tor
saving my life and then she turned
as pale as death and seized my hand.
'Paul!' she shrieked, as she fell upon
her knees at my feet, Paul, my love,
my life, you are wounded, and for
my worthless sake!'
And then / saw three bleeding
points upon the back Of my hand.
Madam Isaid coldly, sympathy
for one below you in degree is surely
misplaced, | turned away, Louis,
and walked alone to the castle.
= Il
'The French doctor from Warsaw
gives me every hope; but, Louis,
something tells me that shall die,
and shall have died III saving the
lie of a woman who is worthless.
!: Z y
Louis, there is great news for
you, my brother; the car is willing
to let bygones be bygones; cur rank
} and our property are to be restored.
Prince Vlastof only today handed
me the rescript from his imperial
master. Count Bolskoi,' he said,
as he pressed my hand, don't speak
to me Of gratitude; l shall ever be
your DEBTOR
"The French doctor has come
again. My brother, there is no hope,
and I must die. 1t may be a ques-
ton of days or hours only. Already
~ swallow with the greatest diff
GUILTY.
Pray, Louis, pray Tor the soul Of
one who longs for death.
Your unhappy brother, PAUL.
| There were two other letters-one
from Prince Vlastoff, another from
the French doctor. They gave me
the dreadful details Of my brothers
| death. He died. as he had predicted.
after fearful sufferings from the
mania Of hydrophobia
have visited my brothers. grave.
[ 1 have seen the place where my
/. brothers lie was sacrificed Tor the
| Princess Bakouli1le---for she became
| the Princess BakouIine 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, I
| think. The very rug your feet are
! resting on is the skin OF theWolf that
killed your brother The head is
wonderfully life like he said.
UllClC W 90 sOllC llcGIu WILL Sldt-
ing eyes of glass, the mouth wide
open, the lips retracted, showing q
double range Of fierce cruel fangs.
ut makes me shudder when 7
look upon it,, said Prince Vlastoff;
but it's work ofart all the same"
he added, with a little laugh.
VI Presently he left me, and .Isat by
the fire in a halfdoze and thought Of
my brother and his miserable death.
1t was close on midnight.
4 The door was suddenly thrown
open and a tall woman in evening
dress, muf1ed in an opera cloak,
rushed into the room, locked the
! door behind her and flung the cloak
from her shoulders. On her pale
Icheek there was a great red mark.
| When she saw me she fell upon her
knees.
PAUL. she cried in Mortified ac-
! cents Paul Bolskoi, have you
come back from the grave to haunt
me?''''
As / stared at her in astonishment
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