Connecticut western news., 1893-11-02

Guessing from Norvitsh's manner that something serious did demand his mas ter's attention, the servant obeyed, and Petrof five minutes later was entering the room where the comte, in dressing gown and slippers, sat upon the edge of his bed sleepily rubbing his eyes and considerably exasperated at his inter- rupted nap.
 "What do you want, fellow?" cried he angrily as Petroff entered. "What mean you by disturbing me at this unseemly hour?"
 ''To secure your safety, sir, perhaps" Petrof answered boldly, and in few words told his story. The comte, when Petrof finished, was no longer yawning, but angry and alert.
 "Well," said he, 'if that isn't impu- dencel Once, some years ago, the Krosh pass brigands caught me and made me pay round price for freedom, but who would have dreamed of their venturing to the castle to try the game againi This time, If I know myself, we'll turn the tablesp'
 And the comte jerked the bell. The same man that had answered Petroff's knock and wakened the comte answered the summons and was told the details.
 .'There's no use rousing the house, master" said he, unless you order it. We three can manage them. They can get in only by the scullery windows, and we'll have them when they enter the house."
 A plan arranged, they noiselessly start oI 1o1o o%o,r iyor a lantern over which he had thrown a cloak to hide it's rays. Taking their stand in cautious silence, they feverishly awaited events. As the castle clock struck 1, as if it had been a signal, a file was heard swiftly and nearly noiselessly cutting the iron grating. In short time 8 section of grating was out, and wolf like tread was heard in the darkness, followed quickly by another. As the muf1ed feet drew near the door leading above the brigands found themselves suddenly covered with light and the yawning muzzles of three cavalry pis- tols. Resistance was useless. Three men were more than & match for two. They helplessly suffered themselves to be bound, disarmed and thrown like bun dle of fagots in the corner to await the arrival of the officers the next morning.
 "Norvitski, my friend" said the comte. "you have saved my life possibly and are a rich man besides. Twenty thou sand rubles reward has been offered for the capture of these men, dead or alive, two of the most desperate brigands and wretches that ever cursed Russia. Twen- ty thousand rubles reward, of which you, Norvitski, shall have every kopeck. Why, man, what are you crying about?"
 "For joy, my lord" Petroff responded and breathlessly told his sad story.
 "I could not see them starve, my wife and babies, good comte," he cried. "I was going to the iron works, but now, thanks to the Blessed Virgin, can re- turn to my home, to Kartina, to the children, whom never expected to see again."
 Exactly" said the comte, "and in one of my finest sledges too"
 The astonishment of the villagers when this splendid equipage with furs, footmen, outriders and jingling bells drew up to Norvitski's humble hut, and Norvitski himself, assisted by a foot man, got out-well, leave you to imagine it, as well as Kartina's joy, who did not dream where her husband had gone.
 The brigands were promptly exiled to Siberia, the reward paid in full, and to- day if happy man exists in Russia Petroff Norvitsk is that one.-From the Russian.