The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1893-10-19


memorable wandering TO Greenwich had
never been out Of London. II was In the
first week Of June. My astonishment be-
gan soon after we passed Clspham and in
creased as the houses grew fewer and the
expanse of country wider. and could not
help bursting out into exclamations of de-
light now and then.
Taras caught my enthusiasm and was as
ready as | 20 point out any fresh aspect
When we were fairly in the country and
away from the station and people. felt
that must sing or run or cry to give vent
70 my exuberant emotion. 1t seemed IN IL
Taras and were one--I saw with his eyes.
heard with his ears, and In my heart was
sentiment of pure. ineffable love and divine
tenderness which belonged more TO his ma
ture than TO mine He picked these flowers
for me; strewed them on my pillow and
pressed my burning face on their cool petals
when lay down that night
One more extract from this odd collection
shall close the list. It is collection Of
paintings by Prince Borgensky, exhibited
at the Modern gallery in Bond street !
had often heard the word ''nihilism" and
''nihilist" spoken in Lambeth, and one
morning when we were walking in the
park-we never failed TO go out for an hour
or two before lunch-I asked Taras to tell
me what nihilist was.
"A Russian nihilist," said he, 'is man
who desires freedom for his country such
as we enjoy here in England. II we can get
It, But he would be quite content with
less"
"Are you nihilist" said 1.
He nodded
slave you always been nihilist" I
asked.
mo; was once a servant--I might al
most say a friend-of the car, who Is now
my enemy"
"What made You become nihilist"
He reflected longer than he usually did
before replying to my questions and then
said:
II will show you, Aura" and turning
from the path he led me across the park
and over Piccadilly into Bond street. There
we entered large gallery which was al
ready crowded with well dressed people.
The walls were covered with pictures
may say without exaggeration that there
were hundreds Of paintings. There were
some large ones representing battle scenes,
and others quite small, for the most part
portraits, but the greater number, and those
which attracted most attention. illustrated
prison and exile life in Russia and scenes
relating to the march of prisoners into ST.
IBERIA. The misery Of this awful march,
the attendant horrors of the etapes, where
men and women, old and young, where the
habitual criminal and dthetenderly nurtured
girl, condemned without trial by the ad-
ministratiye process, were herded together
In loathsome garments without regard to
decency or health and with less care for
their preservation than would be bestowed
upon cattle, were shown In such vivid real
ity that one turned with feeling of sick
ness from the canvas, as II the reek of pol
luton and disease steamed from them.
This Is what made me nihilist, Taras
said in q low voice.
"You have seen all thisp asked.
He nodded.
A plethoric young man with long hair
was passing judgment on the picture in the
loud tone of conceit.
"Vigor, grant you," he said. "But the
thing is overdone The effect he aims mt
IL spoiled by exaggeration. Borgensky y may
be rabid nihilist, but it is equally clear
that he is making capital out OF a political
boom; in fact"-he added in confidential
tone-"he almost admitted the fact when
taxed him with II here the other day."
'"That is not true!' said Taras, raising his
voice.
The knot of admirers about the stout
young dilettante turned round, and the
youth himself, scanning Taras from head
to foot, said, with impudent contempt:
BEG pardon, may ask who you are'"
"If you were not a liar" replied Taras,
'you would know that am Prince Bor-
gensky."
1t was in this way that came to know
who Taras was.