The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1890-11-13
A momentary silence fell between

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also the Cars spy. He reports, as
believe, to the monster Drowski, who,
in turn, communicates with the Third
Section. | am free. | love no woman:
therefore, give me your commission,
and the hand that touches Ulra at the
altar will not be stained with her
fathers blood"
The voice of the youag man was
full of earnestness, not unmixed with
emotion.
II cannot do that" sighed Alexis.
ITO me a command from the brother
hood is duty itself. l shall regard
Ivan in the light of a spy and as not
being her father. But can | forgot
can | face that gentle girl with his
blood on my hands? No, no! l shall
strike and give her up forever. | will
then fly to the ends OF the world, for
the same land must not hold Ulra and
me-
Michael did not urge his request.
for he saw that 10 argument would
turn Alexis. and the two walked on in
silence.
1t was late when Alexis and Michael
separated that cventful night.
The former sought a plain house in
a quiet portion OF the city, and was
joyously welcomed by a lovely young
girl.
1t was Ulra Fedoroff, the spy's
daughter
A shadow, unperceived by the light
hearted girl. crossed the face of Alexis
as he imprinted lovers kiss on her
forehead. and Il minute later he was
listening to her happy voice. All! she
did not know her fathers true calling.
The young Russian did not remain
long with the beautiful Ulra that night.
An unseen hand seemed to tear him
away, and his ''Good-bye," instead of
being full of old-time gaiety. was
mournful and calm.
Yes. goodbye for ever. light of my
hearth said Alexis, audibly as he hur-
ried off. The Autocrat of Russia is
responsible for all this. | give Ulra
up. though the REIMBURSEMENT strikes
dagger to my heart. | obey the
order of the brotherhood. Heaven
pity Alexis Omanoffr'
Behind him was white-faced girl,
to whose heart his solemn adieu had
struck like knell of doom.
All at once she found herself con-
fronted by man. He came up the
steps before she could close the door.
so, my lovely Ulra, | find you
alone at last" he exclaimed. Il am
one of the most fortunate of exiles,
for | have an excellent opportunity for
declaring my love for
Ulra's interruption was half-stifed
cry uttered as she drew back.
No. Feodor Drowski l can never
listen to you,'' she cried.
But you shall, my exiled beautyr
and his hand closed on her wrist like
manacle. You have treated me
scornfullv long enough. You must
respect me. for I could open my mouth
and speak your fathers death warrant.
Listen to Feodor Drowski. girl!n
''She has listened now too long
spv," cried a voice behind the man.
The proprietor of the wine garden
turned, as a human figure leaped up
from the pavement at his throat, and
an instant later the strong arms of
Omanoff flung him headlong into the
street.
Take that, monster" he flashed, as
Drowski struck the stones. Il seldom
play spy myself but when you passed
me moment ago | saw diabolism in
your eyes, and turned back"
The young Russian did not wait to
receive the thanks of the frightened
girl for his courageous interference
but sprang down the steps and van
ished
On, on he went.
The hour was late, but the streets
were by no means deserted.
Suddenly he heard startling cry
that rose above the myriad sounds of
the great thoroughfare, and man fell
back from the edge of the sidewalk
with an exclamation of JOY.
Alexis instantly recognised Michael
Gorovitch.
You here, Michael?" he cried.
That cry! What has happcned?"
What! You are free, Alexis! Look!
here they come"
Alexis looked toward the middle of
the street, and saw two policemen
carrying the body of a man. They
were approaching him.
Look at him. Alexis. He is deadr'
Ulra's lover stepped forward and
gazed into the ghastly face revealed to
the lamp.
1t WAS Ivan Fedoroff's!
He attempted to cross the street be-
fore a carriage explained Michael,
when Alexis had given him question:
ing look. Il saw evcrything-thev vehi-
Gle, the prancing horses, the Cars
spy. | might have saved him, Alexis.
but | held my breath and saw the iron
hoofs kick the blood of Ulra's father
from your hands. May God forgive me
for withholding my aid. 1t is all over
now. The Cars spy is dead. the
brotherhood satisfied, and you, Alexis.
can 90 back and comfort the woman
you love-
A month later he led the beautiful
Ulra to the altar. and one of the hap
pieSt homes in America to-day is that
Of the Russian exile.
Feodor Drowski went back to Russia
after the tragic occurrence of the street,
and the brotherhood had no more spies
to hunt down on, to them, a foreign
shore.