Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-07-06

running up and down the banks of th'
Angara, and cried out:
"Where is the traveller? What can have
become OF him?"
They noticed, at last the horse, with
Miller and Schelm, in the middle of the
river.
The torches were e1tinguished and the
cries became more threatening. Miller cut
the handkerchief which had stopped
Schelm's mouth, and said to him:
"Now you may cry, dear Schelml Now
I'll enjoy your sweet cries! Cry away!"
The unfortunate man drew long breath
and tried to fill his lungs with air. This
motion made him again dip a little into the
water; he clung with his fettered hands to
the saddle and cried as loud as he could:
"Helpl Murderp'
'They are coming to your assistance, dear
Sehelm. I'll soon let you 60. Unfortunately
the people have no boats at hands, and the
Angara is nearly two versts wide. We are
in the middle of the stream. You may cry
now, to your hearts content"
"Miller, forgive mep'
"Do you think 1 am Vladimir Lanin? or
are you mad? Why should 1 possibly for
give you?"
The water reached Schelm's face; it took
away his breath and kept him from seeing
what was going on. Full of despair he
seized the horses name and raised his head
a few inches above the water.
'Miller," he said, in broken accents, IT
am rich. Perhaps you can make use of the
money. 1 possess nearly 1000, 600 roubles
1 will give it to you. You can escape to
France and live comfortably there. Only
set me tree, take pity on mep'
The man from CourIand bent down close
to his face.
"What do you offer me?"
'My whole fortuneP'
Really? And will you be able to keep
your promise?"
81 have large sums of money in my trunks
but what are you doing, Miller?"
"Never mind that. cut your fetters, but
that does not keep me from listening to you
attentlvely."
Miller cut the straps with which Schelm
had been bound to the saddle. The Revisor
sank half into the water, and felt at the
same time terrible pain in his hands,
which now alone supported the whole
weight of his body.
Help! am drowningl Have pity on
me-"
mot yet. What was that you were say
ing just now?"
Take the whole of my fortunel'
perhaps you are deceiving me once
more"
81 swear it, do not deceive you Miller,
have pity"
"Enoughr exclaimed Miller at last.
81 have seen enough of your despair.
There must be an end to all pleasures on
earthP'
The right bank of the Angara became in
distinctly visible in the nightly gloom.
Miller stopped once mole and cut the last
bonds that held Schelm to the saddle. The
scoundrel sank into the waves. The car
of the exiles gave the spur to his horse and
it SWAN on snorting and splashing furiously.
Schelm sank, but in a few seconds he re-
appeared on the surface.
MILLER, have pity on me! I repent my
sins; take my million"
II am coming to help you, replied Mil
Ter. but 1t is in vain; the current is too
strong"
Schelm's hands and feet were tied to-
gether; he could consequently make no
effort to save his life by swimming. The
people from the post station had In the
meantime rowed in boat up the river,
while the lett bank was pretty well lighted
up by torches. Miller swan swiftly IN the
opposite direction. but looked around every
moment, because he hoped he might see
Schelm appear once more. And really, as
his horse began to feel the sandy bed OF the
liver under his hoo s, he perceived the pale.
error-stricken face of the drowning man
'nce more. Schelm opened his mouth as II |