Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1890-09-11

"The French doctor has come again.
My brother, there is no hope, and l must
die. 1t may be question of days OF
hours only Already swallow with
the greatest difficulty.
pray, Louis, pray for 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 dread .
full details Of my brothers death. He
died. as he had predicted, after fearful
sufferings from the mania Of hydro
phobia
have visited my brothers grave.
have seen the place where my brothers
life was sacrificed for the Princess II
Bakouline-for she became the Princess v
Bakouline Of course. And then | went
to st. Petersburg to thank my imperial
master for his clemency, and stayed
with Prince VlastofT One night, as
was talking with my host, he said to me:
You've never been in this room before,
| think Tae very rug your feet are
resting on is the skin Of the wolf that
killed your brother The head is won
derfully life like" he said
Yes. there was the head with glaring
eyes of glass, the mouth wide open, the
lips retracted. showing a double range of
fierce and cruel fangs
1T makes me shudder when | look
upon it, said Prince Ylastoff; ''but it's
a work Of art all the same.' he added,
with little laugh.
Presently he left me, and sat by the
fire in halt doze and thought Of my
brother and his miserable death It was
close on midnight
The door was suddenly thrown open
and tall woman in evening dress, muf
fed in an opera cloak. rushed into the
room, locked the door behind her and
flung the cloak from her shoulders. On
her pale cheek there was great red
mark When she saw me she fell upon
her knees.
"Paulr-she cried in horrifed ac-
cents-"Paul Bolskoi, have you come
back from the grave to haunt me?"
As stared at her in astonishment
recognized my brothers evil genius in
the beautiful creature who lnelt before
me, looking into my face with frighten
ed eyes.
Madam" said coldly. II am Louis
Bolsl1oi"
And then she rose. .'You are very
like him. she said mechanically, and
she sat down in the chair opposite me
and stared at the CHASTITY, grinning mask
~ 1-r e1,r
shuddered
"Your brother saved my life, Count
Bolskoi." she said, with groan.
bowed, but did not answer her
your brother'sw dreadful death,
she went on. land sat by his bedside
and listened to his last rawlings. He
prayed in his wild delirium that 1 might
never know happiness in this world. ]
sacrificed your brothers love to vain
ambition, and sold myself to Prince
Bakouiine. Tonight he struck me-you
see the mark upon my face-and [ leave
him forever. Just before your brothers
death. when his failing voice had sunk
to a whisper, he opened his eyes and
seemed to recognize me. 'Nadia,' he
said. you will repent; and when you
have repented you will see me once
again, and shall summon you to meet
your God. He never spoke again, Count
Bolskoi have repented, God knows
how bitterly, and when saw you sitting
there | thought that Paul had come
from the land beyond the grave to drag
me to the Judgment seat of heaven.
Count Bolskoi." she said bitterly, ''Ilong
for death"
She never looked at me, but stared at
the VOLTS face upon the floor, and me-
chanically she placed her tiny foot be-
tween the double row of white and glis-
tening teeth
There was 4 furious knock at the door.
The Princess Nadia started to her feet,
and as she did so she gave little scream
Of pain, and saw q small spot Of blood
on her satin foot covering. The door
was shaken furiously; the lock gave
way, and a man broke in and hurled fu-
rious words at the beautiful woman, who
stood confronting him, pale and silent.
He spoke in Russian. and then he turned
I to me
"You are the Count Bolskoi, sir, he
said; 'why DO find you closeted here
with my wife?' he cried. and he glared
at me with furious eyes. inhamed with
drink and Jealousy. Il am the Prince
Bakouline, sir" he said more calmly.
''the husband of this-this woman"
And l am her fathers guest, ] said,
and do not bandyVvords with drunken
men at midnight. But, Prince Bakou-
line, you are Il coward. Have the good
ness to leave this house.
And then he turned and left the room
without IA word Next day we met,
some dozen versts from Petersburg.
I Prince Valstoff was my second, and
\ shot the Princess Nadia's husband dead
and crossed the frontier within dozen
hours. And within the month the wom-
an who had wronged my brother Paul
died, as my poor brother had died, q
raving maniac. The wolfskin rug was
/ the instrument Of heavens vengeance;
\ the fangs Of the dead beast h,ld still re-
I tainel their venom.-St. James Gazette.
4 Total Depravity Of Youth.
/ A lad Of going into the police station
the other night tolda pitiable story, say
4 ing that his father so abused him that
/ he had run away from his home in Rome,
N. y. The police pitied him, and after
/ giving him Il supper tucked him away
comfortably in a bed. The next morn