The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1890-10-23

erS of the couatry are enormously rich,
Their luxurious dwellings, furnished with
all the comfort and refinement Of Partisan
life, contain greenhouses, the tropical
plants of which were transported at great
expense from Europe across the steppes OF
Siberia. M
Nothing seems too dear to these pr0digaI
people, who appreciate things only from the
price they cost. Moro pates de foie- gras
and champagne are consumed IN Irlzoutsl,
upon the borders of the savage world, thar
in any town of France. France produces
the wines, and Siberia drinks them, says 3
loc2l proverb
Yegor was surprised as he passed the ba.
Ear, where Europe and Asia mingle thei1
most precious products Lyons silks and
cashmeres from Thibet, French porcelain
and China porcelain, Paris dolls and play
things from Japan, English knives and Ge-
neva music-boxes, Russian balalaikas and
Chinese gongs, petroleum lamps and little
lamps of horn, etc.
Mantchoo merchants, in sl1y-blue robes OF
wadded jackets, wearing on their heads the
little skull-caps to which are attached the
false twists which descend to the heels,
with great spectacles across their turned-up
noses, stood behind piles Of chests of tea
holding their fingers with pointed nails over
chafing dishes which emitted the perfume
of sandal-Wood.
Jews, in greasy caftanS ornamented with
a collar Of short fur, with Astrakhan caps
pulled down over their foreheads and with
pointed boards, motionless before their
stocks Of furs and skins, fixed their round
hawks eyes on those who passed.
Booriat chiefs, belonging to q nomadie
race living on the steppes which surround
Lake Baikal, were seated, with legs crossed
in the Buddhist fashion, before enormous
bales of wool transported by RATS on the
Angara.
Around the bazaar were erected actors
huts and barracks Of rope-dancers and
sharpers. AS it crossed the vast square
which is fifteen hundred feet long, the
troika encountered French, English and ma
tive vehicles.
On quitting the square of the bazaar, the
troika left the fashionable quarter, with
streets furnished with pavements and ma
cadamized, to plunge into the lanes crowded
with miserable wooden houses and furroweG
with cutters and deep ruts. In all Russian
towns, as a rule, where everything which
approaches civilization is of recent importa-
ton, the palace and wooden cabin stand side
by side.
1t is in this dirty, repulsive and dilapidatr
ed part of the city, in these melancholy
crossroads where a prison light reigns
that the wretches, whom the clemency OF
Muscovite justice has drawn from the depths
of the mines, where they were slowly dying.
dwell.
Left to their own resources, the exiles
carry or small industries and low-grade
trades to obtain a livelihood Former gen.
erals become joiners or shoemakers, jour
nalists sink into wigmalzers, and doctors
of law into merchants of zibelline marter
fur.
Yegor, as he passed through this quarter
of misfortune and poverty attentively ex-
amined each door and window, hoping to sec
arise there the graceful head of Nadege.
with it's aureole of faxen hair But the
troika stopped before one of the last huts OF
the suburb without the young mans hopes
being realized.
''It is here, said the coachman, ''that my
master babe me conduct you"
And he aided Yegor Semenoff in carrying
his valise into the cabin. Then, he returned
to the troika and disappeared.