The Helena independent. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1875-1943, 1891-02-08

ing over him. Schelm living! When l
think Of him I am maddened with rage.
What fool saved this wretch!'
lana responded:
ut was I. 1 saw him half drowned: I
heard the rafting In his throat: I was then
of pity: you had been implacable. wished
to be merciful.'
"Noble, sanity woman!'' said Muller,
with emotion. But you see that good i'm
pulses are sometimes dangerous to follow.
! / understand it all now. Schelm is your
ity. A good action sometimes has terrible
consequences"
"What matter if it satisfies the con-
science?'
"Ah! so he is living still and wants to
struggle against me. l was powerless to
avenge myself" repeated Muller.
HE is a helpless paralytic."
But his mind is clear?"
"F.om time to time"
Never mind, I shall save Vladimir, I
swear. It is more than ever my duty"
Have you guessed all!'
Ida blushed and responded in a voice SO
low that it was barely audible:
Eyes"
do you know why I came back; why an
Asiatic crown was b~urdensome; why I lonRed
to revisit Europe?"
"Yes."
"And yet you came to my house to ask a
favor. l thanh you for it,"
She raised her head.
What had to fear? Why should l hes
itate?''
He said: ''It is true; you cannot distrust
me--or yourself" he added in a low tone.
She responded confidently:
You are right"
And yet," Muller went on. you recoe
1 ri1o0 me aud rnlArsford ~ Vow onfI
those words that afforded me one of the
greatest joys of my life. You are Nabot
of Cawnpore, but you are Muller all the
same This was the truth. Vladi.
mir did not recognize me. On.
day I met in the street an old beggar, ugly
for aims. l gave him money and talked will
him. He had been my desperate foe, bu
he did not know me. You did not forge
me, lana. thank you"
She interrupted him.
II came to save my husband"
II shall save him.. Do you think l vii
f~alter?"
She looked him in the face.
mo"
He passed his hand over his brow.
"Oh"' said he, you do not know m,
feelings! 1 was an absolute ruler in tn
steppes. l often visited the shores of LAX
Baikal. Those regions where l had sui
fered So. 1 could not leave. / often cam
to behold the places where you had lived.
She asked coolly:
"How. then, did you become nabob O
Cawnpore?"
"Oh.' he f~altered with downcast eyes
"you are cruel. When you left Siberia TO
Russia l could no longer endure life i,
that country where everything reminded
me of my crime and of your presence
beg your pardon. l had .amassed mmens
wealth. / Travelled all over the east. an,
succoring the oppressed and helping tn
needy, l became intimately acquainte,
with all oriental nationaiities.
NV travels took me to India. l wa
preaching the social doctrine and wa
everywhere strongly recommended. l ar
rived at the court of the nabob of Gavin
pore. This is, for India, a small kingdom
and it's ruler has scarcely two millions O
subjects. The nabob, or king of this re
English resident. The wretched sovereign
though he had n right to fog alIv
n of his subjects whose faces dis
pleased him, and he did not fail to max
ample use OF all his rights. was yet tn
~unhappiest man in the world. He felt tina
his power, formerly i!limitable in this out
of-the-way nook. ceased at the threshold O
every house protected by the British flag
and this exasperated him.. To make amend
for this uncomfortable restraint he burned
beheaded, hung men ut random. His PEG
ple murmured and the resident smiled.
arrived at this iuncture. The nabob game
some little familiarity with the Bowhania
mysteries. ] WAS very well received and W
often talked together. Two years late
the nabob was adored in his kingdom; exc
cutions had ceased and liberal institution
had been established. The English res
dent smiled no more. set out one nigh