Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1893-12-28

scarcely crumpled and laid away in trl-
umph after hard struggle with myself
shows that | profited by this lesson later
ON when the friends met again. Indeed
nv temper was every day growing more
amenable to reason. and ] grew Drawer ana
| hope better under the gentle, humanlz-
ing influences which my dear friend con
stantly brought to bear upon me.
A day spent in the beautiful country be-
yond Woking is chronicled in this bunch OF
withered flowers. This was fresh reveal
ton TO me, for with the exception OF my
memorable wandering to Greenwich had
never been out OF London. IL was IN the
first week Of June. My establishment be
gan soon after we passed Chaplain and in.
creased as the houses grew fewer and the
expanse of country wider, and could not
help bursting out into EXPLANATIONS Oh ue
light now and then.
Taras caught my enthusiasm and was as
ready as to 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 cryto give vent
to my exuberant emotion. 1t seemed a. II
Taras and | were one-I saw with his eyes
heard with his ears, and in my heart was
sentiment of pure, ineilable 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. II 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-l asked Taras to tell
me what nihiist was.
"A Russian. nihilist, said he, sis man
who desires freedom for his country such
as we enjoy here in England, il we can get
IT, But he would be quite content with
less"
Are you a nihilists" said l.
He nodded
Have you always been nihilisti" |
asked
mo; was once servant might al
most say a friend-of the car. who is now
my enemy"
"What made you become a nihilistf"
He reflected longer than he usually did
before replying to my questions and then
said:
Il will show you, Aura" and turning
from the path be led me across the park
and over Piccadilly into Bond street. There
we entered large gallery which was al
ready sowded with well dressed people.
The walls were covered with pictures |
may say without exaggeration that there
were hundreds of paintings. There We're
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 Russii q scenes
relating to the march of prise. y into ii
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 the tenderly nurturcd
girl, condemned without trial by the ad-
ministrative 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 If the reek of pol
luton and disease steamed from them.
HIS II Nuae iAlhue tie u uiuiAlots AdidS
said in low voice
you have seen all thisi" asked.
He nodded,
A plethoric young man with long hair
was passing judgpsnt on thepicture in the
loud tone 81 coneeit
"Vigor, grant YOU" he said. But the
thing is overdone The effect be aims at
is spoiled by exaggeration. Borgensky may
be a rabid nihilist, but it is equally clea
that he is making capital out of politica
boom; in fact''-he added in a confidential
tone-"he almost admitted the fact when
taxed him with it here the other day."
That is not truel said Taras, raising hi
voice.
The knot of admirers about the stou
young dilettante turned round, and tn
youth himself, scanning Taras from hea
to foot, said, with impudent contempt:
beg pardon, may ask who you areS"
"If you were not liar" replied Tara:
you would know that am Prince Boz
gensky."
1t was in this way that came TO knoV
who Taras was.
CHAPTER XIV.
WARNING.