The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-11-19
A REPLY TO rOLsTOL.
The Unfaithful Wife Does Not Forfeit
Her Right to Live, Says Prince Galit-
zin's Hero-The Past's Unaltsrable.
From The Neto York Sun

zln aero-The FaStS Unalt9raole.
From the Neto York Sun.
"Thou shalt not kill" is the answer of
the Russian prince, Dmitry Galitzin, to
''The Kreutzer Sonata 1t is a narrative
study of the same length and general plan
as the Tolstoi work, and, like it. has become
known TO the Russian literary world only
through manuscript copies and a few SNUG
gled volumes of foreign trausations. In
several passages the author repudiates di-
rectlv the ideas of Tolstoi, which, he says,
like the influenza, have so pervaded the air
that none have escaped them. On the
whole, however, be lets the story teach its
own lessons, which are: Jealousy is the
passion of lackeys" Every honorable man
thinks all others honorable as long as they
deceive him cleyerly," and mo personal
injury eau be SO great as to warrant the
avenging Of it bytaking human life"
Nadine, the wife, Is beautiful, although
the hero did not love her nor marry her for
her beauty, "either of which would have
been as gross and immoral as to love her for
her money or her social position" EVERY
man who has moved much among women
regards beauty as negative attribute,
mere absence of repulsiveness," when real
love is in question. Gwen a conspiracy of
ali the dressmakers under the sun to cut her
gown badly and fit her with unbecoming
Jerseys could not have caused her to lose
his love. For five years Nadine was the
ideal wife. In st. Petersburg society she
received the attentions of adoring young
men so platonically as to reinforce his al
ready firm confidence, and i'll their summer
home in the country she reared their one
child and cut her flowers in apparent con-
tent with all the world One summer after
noon, as he returned from a walk. she ran
to meet him with dispatch to the effect
that Stebnitzin, friend of her youth, who
had long studied in Heidelberg, would be at
the village station with the next train.
"Have you heard nothing save this from
him recentlyg' asked her husband.
She laughed, looked at him with her true.
penetrating glance, and said: mo; why"
But then, why does he comeW
81 do not know"
There was a detailed discussion as to
which room the coming guest should occupy
and Nadine finally suggested the ''gray
chamber next to the billiard room" and left
her husband to ''order the servants to pre-
pare it." Her husband wandered up to
the gray chamber alone to find it Gin per-
feet order, even with the clock wound"
Stebnitzin came, tall, blonde-bearded
man of about 80 years, with fluent tongue
and an embarrassed manner, and he re-
manned, an apparently unlimited guest, for
weeks. His presence became oppressive to
Madness husband. On an August after
noon the husband went out to hunt. 81
thought" he subsequently, said to his
brother, show good that Stebnitzn is no
hunter, for now l am rid of him for an
hour or so, at leastm On his return he shot
hare. "Even to-day cannot forget how
the poor brute cried out with a real child's
voice aud stretched out its forelegs. For
tunately the dog stranglede it quickly.
Otherwise would have run from the sound.
81 walked on through the park, sprang
over trench and into the garden in order
to cut the short way. Titan (tbe dog
wagged his tail, and trotted off homeward.
l have often thought how horrible 1t would
have been had l had him with me. He
would have barked, they would have seen
me, and then
at grew dark. walked slowly over the
soft sod and up the path, over which the
moonlight lay in deep burrows. My nerves
would not be calm. The beauty Of the night
made them worse, just as the mothers kiss
often causes the child to weep only the more
That cry of the hare would not be banished
from my hearing Suddenly at a bend in
the path stood still Ten PAGES before me
walked nay wife and Stebnitziu, each clasped
by the others arm, each kissing the other,
and speaking in that quivering, compressed
tone with which one says, Il love you.
Thoughts and sensations overwhelmed
me. / cannot understand now how l
thought and felt all did and then awoke
to see them, my wife aud Stebnitzin, only a
step or two further off. I nwoke to find
my rifle already raised, but then, with
inexpressihle anguish, came the thought of
my son, of his fresh, happy face-could
kill his mothes f--yes, she was his mother
aad felt myself all at opca. before. sorue-
thing great, impasseble, impenetrable.
Thou shalt NOT kill were the words in my
mind. then the phrase 'Qui va la chase.