The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-08-07

tween the Ukraine runners. The right
hand horse is gray, the left hand, roam, both
OF them thin, sinewy, with flowing names
and tails.
Timothy, the goodman. with his strong
face and eagle glance, perched up aloft
touches his cap TO the prince as he slowly
descends the steps, Nine. Novar on his arm.
She, pale and frail, but smiling, is clad from
head to foot in sealskin, her flashing eyes
sparkling like flame through her veil, light
rife flung carelessly over her shoulder. The
lieutenant follows with Andre bearing half
a dozen guns.
A clear, silver light foods everything,
house and grounds. Each hne of the har-
ness the gunf the eyes OF the horses and
of the men shine under it with exraordi-
nary brillianey, aud seem to give back to
it electric sparks. Nine. Novar runs
across the terrace, which the mar
velous witchery Of snow and moon
light has turned to purest marble. She
springs to the sleigh. the men quickly fol-
low; at the same instant low grunts and
squeals are heard under the furs. Andre
filings himself down on the spot whence come
the sQueal5 to stifl9 the sound, and the
horses are off at q Rallop.
Fast as the run is, it is almost noiseless
the fall of the horses hoofs on the soft snow
scarcely perceptible. The bells have been
removed from both sleigh and harness
sounds through the stillness like a birds
shrll call Again, one of the horses sneezes
But ever in this arrowy rush th9Y cross the
swelling, undulating plains that stretch out
like endless sheets of silver.
The plains once passed, they enter
stately wood, whose trees form
lines black and wagering, of hmitless
perceptive. Timothy halts at cross
roads; the vehicle stands out against the
snow like bit of ebony on field OF pearl
The frs, stirred by the wind, moan and
creak dismally, the boughs rub and grind
each other with dull ccunching sound.
The horses snort; the smothered cries rise
still from the bottom of the sleigh.
is it to be here, your excellency~ asks
Timothy, quietly.
How far are we from the Green lakeg'
the prince responds.
NEARLY five miles; this road leads there
direct, winds around the lake-edge and loses
itself in the steppe on its way to the high
road, which it joins near the post station"
Mime. Novar, still impatient. interrupts
with the order: 'EMake the pig cryW
1T would be better co wait, l think"
Andre replies. This road turns sharply
cut from here, and the bitches are deep;
granting even that we are able to keep on
the margi of the pond -"
peace, fool" cries Nine. Novar; do as
you are bidw
And instantly there sounds from the
sleigh hidden medley Of squalls. squeals
and ear splitting grunts such as only pig
has power TO utter. and whether bleeding to
death or merely having his ear pulled, his
gamut of notes is always the same. Nine.
Nover smiles triumphantly; the lieutenant
looks at her, then turns his eyes with
slight lift OF the shoulder.
All az onee the horses rear. Timothy
braces himself like rock IN his seat. The
edge of the forest glows now with a line Of
fiery sparks, greenish and changeful-the
phosphOrescent eyeballs Of the wolves ad =
vance guard, fleeing and skulking, but
always returning with stubborn obs4nacy
toward the sleigh aud its tempting freight
Timothy loosens the reins, and the middle
horse starts off with nis long, swinging
stride, trotting steadily, without haste or
spurts, and always restraining his compan-
ions, covered With sweat and qulveriag in
every muscle.
The wolves, seeing their prey thus escape
them, hurry TO pursua There is a score al
ready, and their number steadily increases
They run in great leaps, two aud three to-
gether, greedy, but not yet bold, urged on
more by curiosity than ferocious appetite
Mime. Novar, calmly elated, her hand on
her rife, awaits the signal to fire. The
prince, straight and rigid, knts his brow
with somber air The lieutenant watches
Andre teasing the pig 70 make it squeal
louder. The wolves now are scarcely
twenty feet distant from the hunters. and