The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1891-12-19
SHE SAVED HIM.

Sbe was alone in her compartment
OF the train. her servants occupying
another. She leaned against the win
dow little sadly. watching the coun-
try and tho villages as she whirled
past feeling very isolated very lonely
in life.
At each station her footman. Ivan.
came to see II his mistress had every
thing she desired. He was an old Scr
want blindly devoted. ready to obey
any order she might give him.
Night fell, the train rolled on at full
speed. She could not sleep she YVES
totally unnerved. Suddenly the idea
occurred to her Of counting the money
| given to her at tho last moment in
French gold She opened her little
bag and emptied on to her lap the
| glistcning stream of metal
But OF sudden, u breath OF cold
air caught her cheek, She lifted her
head in surprise. The door opened.
The Countess Marie, in dismay. threw
shawl over the money spread out in
her lap and waited. A moment after
wards a man appeared, bareheaded.
wounded in one hand, painting, End in
evening dress ~
He reclosed tho door, sat down and
looked at his neighbor with glitter
ing eye, then wrapped his wrist in a
/ handkerchief. The poor woman felt
faint from fright This man must have
seen her counting her money. and had
como TO kill her and steal it.
| ua eth Gva1 h;o cra1a ,,na, hos
breathless his face drawn. evidently
waiting to spring upon her. He said
brusquely- MADAME, have no fear. "
She answered nothing, she was inca
pable Of opening her lips she heard
her heart beating and buzzing in her
ears. Il am no malefactor madame"
he continued. Still she said nothing.
but in sudden movement she made
her knees knocked together and the
money poured on to the carpet like
water from a spout
The man stared in surprise at this
flow of gold and ut once stopped TO
gather it up. She terrified. rose
casting all her gold on the carpet,
and rushed to the door to throw her.
self on to the line. But he perceived
her intention. sprang up seized her in
his arms and forced her on the seat,
holding her by the wrists
Listen to me, madame l am NO
thief As proof l am going to
gather up this money and restore it
to you. But am a lost man, dead
man. unless you help me to pass the
frontier can tell you no more. In
one hour we shall be ut tho last Rus
sian station, in one hour and twenty
minutes we shall be on the other side
of the boundaries Of the empire. IN
less you aid me am lost. And yet
Nc adame / have neither killed nor
stolen. nor done anything dishonora-
BILE That swear to you. l can tell
you no more"
Then. when the little leather bag
WAS once more full he handed 1t TO his
neighbor without word and returned
TO his seat In the other corner of the
carriage. Neither moved. She sat
motionless and mute, still faint with
fright but recovering little by little.
As to him. he moved no muscle he sat
erect his eyes fixedly looking straight
before him. very pale. as though he
were dead. Every now and then she
threw him glance, which was quick
ly averted. He was man OF about
thirty. very handsome, with every APP
pearanco OF being a gentleman.
The train tore through the darkness,
throwing its e0r-piercing whistles into
the night, now slackening speed. now
off again at Its fastest. Then it calm
ed its flight whistled several times
and stopped altogether.
Ivan appeared at the door to take
orders. The Countess Marie looked
for the East time at her strange COM
panion. Then in voice brusque and
trembling. said to her servant: Ivan.
you will return to the count / have
no further need OF your services. v
Amazed. the man opened his enor-
nous eyes He But
but" She continued-.N mo. you
need not come. have changed my
mind. / wish you to stay in Russia.
Here here is money for the journey.
Give me your cap and mantle"
The old servant bewildered, took
of his cap and mantle, with unques-
tioning obedience, accustomed to the
sudden whims and strange caprice oil
his mistress. He walked away with
the tears in his eyes. The train start
ed again, racing to the frontier Then
the Countess Marie said to her strange
companion: These things are for
you. monsieur; you are Ivan my serv-
ant / make but one condition; 1t Il
that you will never speak to me- that
you will say no word TO thank me on
any protext whatever" The stranger
bowed without q word.
Soon a fresh halt Yves made and
the officials in uniform entered the
train. Tho counters handed them the
papers and pointing to the man seated
In the far end OF the carriage
my servant Ivan; here is the pass
port"
The train started again.
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