The morning call., 1891-03-01

- er from his presence Win. lnSults ahd-sILue
when she had come tO=Temind ltmot lAsE
cath, although She had done nothing more
than weep and protest that her forgiveness
=wouHLfulIoW him III spite Of his betrayal.of:
lItr ~: -;
r. When the old peasant heard Of TINS I'M:
fanny on the part of his son he broke cut
into righteous anger, and In. the wandering,
dlSjOinted and explosive maHHer speech
~ peculiar to him cried out: -. I.
e He shall come home from Peters and
g marry the girl-she's an Orphan--She' Gods
Ciild-let ME tell .you-you, women are
= fhuls-HeaVen must decide Its Gods Will
he must marry her,
=. - That he shall not, l tell you'll" exclaimed
hlatriUna- with wild and. inflamed visage.
';Dol not desire my sons happiness? Let's.
gJto Peter Ignatjeyich ana let him decide
between us l love good. girl, but I've no
heart for this one" + ...,5
p. 'Ah, you women are false L-you turn and
- twist tuGgs to suit yourselves God doesn't
like it, tell you-vou can't deceive G d..
e yGu may iDlnk.yOu can, Tor 'E0u're woman
The girl is gdoi-our son is bad-Heayen
looks after the orph.ans-I know Marina
shes good and trueH'
'"Bah, You don't know what you're say.
ing" bissed AEatriOna. LET me tell YOU
sGuethiHg. This MaTiHka is no better than
she should be. Every one SAYS so. Where
does size live? Where is her heme? Tell
-Inethat" :.
.-%TheLord gives homes to the otphaus,'''
replied AkiTH, crossing himself. "a way:
with yUa;-gou are mad or bad. or DGth.
. ! he glrl Is good, honest, industrious crea-
tuTe-juSt the kind Of a daughter we need.
. Iknow her-our son hath wrORged her.
heaven wiz not forget tits all written
down-yuu women have no understanding
YOU think YOU can act in secret and not be
found out-1 tell you, y0u-d0 the girl an in
jlry-y0ur tongne Is idle like your
thOughts-gO your way-Marina is a good
Etrl-you want her bad to suit your vile
-purposes-hence You call her bad. y
. The moment the Old peasant was cut of
sight Matriona made haste to seek out
Farmer Peters wife. Nikita was in the
room and the willy woman halted in front
ofthe sacred images and crossed herself re-
redtedly, and when they still failed ton0tice
her presence she coughed and shuftied her
feet 5..-.:..
"What are you doing here. little rogue 2''
she asked playfuly And then she added
with a sigh: "Ah, he's mere boy, there
nothing wicked in him. He's like a young
animal at play, Co. my son, and be about
your business" =
. - I came in here for something, MOTHER
heTeplied sheepishly. IT,. =.
.; know, | know, dearest" answered Ma
tri6na, laughingly, land strange wasn't it,
my son, that that. something should be
exactly where your pretty mistress was
Now go"
=: - WHATS this we hear. dear. auntie," asked
AuloS4ds lllt .llUllltul- ~ lhtLd idu IeII- ll6
room, You want to get your son away from
US? You want. to fix up a marriage for
him ?''
.''-..Stlffr' exclaimed Matrfona with a
gesture of disgust; don't believe all you
hear, little soul! Nv poor old husband is
always. meddling Doesn't a mother want
her son to be happy? Why should l take
the: bread and butter out Of Nikita's mouth ?
ANIL a born fool? Haven't eyes, little
+ sCill2 Bah. these old men are such idiots. "
And you pity me. don't you, dear
auntie p" sobbed Anissia, as she hid her
face on Matriona's bosom.
~ There, there, don't cry, little soul, MUIR
INJURED Aklt1'S wife, ''let ME manage the
affair for you; only give Aunt MatriOna a
chance! I'm Keen, I'm sharp-sighted | can
see: through a. milestone! Pity you, little
soul? Well, with ali my heart! l was
young once. I've been tied to that wretehed
old Akin long enough 10 learn a few tricks.
You'll see. Now tell me hOw's this dried
and wrinkled specimen of yours getting on
WHAT keeps his heart going. He has no
blood. He'll turn his toes up to the daisies
in the spring, sure, and then you, mere
girl, fresh as a rose, will need another hus-
bandl Well, little soul, wouldn't you be
satisfied with my pretty boy?"
'Ah, but he's going away, auntie, he's
going to leave us! Hes going to be mar
ried~ sobbed Anissia.
Tut tut, not bit of It'll" whispered Ma
triOna, "why, bless YOU nv dear, do YOU
think III not be able to outwit that old
dotard OF mine? shall pretend to yield, l
shall pretend TO let Farmer Peter decide the
matter, but all the time | shall have other
thoughts in my mind. I GU know they say
woman can think of seVenty-seyen things
at once. How are they going to tell then
what my little scheme is? Come close to
me, little soul"
Anissla shdddered as her eyes caught the
full expression OF MatriOna's face. There
was demoniacal glare in her eyes and her
loose lips had nothing human about them.
Now see what l have brought you,
dearle," whispered Matriona. Here are
some wonderful powders. There are two
kinds One IN this paper will make a per-
son sleep Ikea log, but this kind you must
STIR in his tea. just little pinch will do.
He'll never taste anything; only you must
repeat seven times. Seven is a lucky num-
Der, you know; and then-and then, little
S0ul-Well, you know what YOU want: but
the powders cost ruble, dearie; you'll give
me that money back, won't you? You know
were poor people," .s.s
"Oh, aunt. how my heart is Jumping"
murmured Anissia. "Can l ever DO it? No
smell either, you say, auntie? Where shall
put mem, auntle? Where shall l hide
why, foolish little thing, in: the trunk
there, replied Matriona; .and remember.
deaTle, -murmurea the peasant woman as
she sether long; loose lips close to Anissia's
well, you know" =
'.What-what, auntte?" gasred Peters
wife.
'Why, nothing, dearie; only the powders
are good for other things, too. You got
them to drive the reaches out Of the house,"
CHAPTER II.
The wrath of the piOus AKIN burst forth
anew when his wife returned from Peter
1gnaiJeYltch's with ten-rubie note, which
she had oxtorted from the old farmer by