Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1893-01-20

courage as hunter and horseman, vet
he was the only son of humble trades
man, while she was no less than the
daughter of the proud and wealthy
Prince Vradski Governor of Perm in East.
ern Russia, whose immense castle tow
cred over the top of lofty Mount Kon.
jakoeski, and overlooked the foaming
and rushing waters of the Sosva. Irene
was tall and slender girl of nineteen,
and very beautiful. Her large, dreamy
black eyes showed at once the purity of
her soul and the tenderness of her heart.
She resembled her mother, who wor-
SHIPPED her only CHILD; the two always
bore each other company, while the
Prince passed most of his time in Perm.
the capital of the province of the same
name.
On stormy November day, when the
snow was more than twelve feet deep,
and keen, strong wind drifted it over
rocks and bushes, Vladimir was return
ing home from hunting sables on the
Princes vast property, when, on turn ing
the corner of bluff where the ground
suddenly sloped to the valley below, his
experienced eye detected an unusually
large aud peculiar drift which he had
never noticed there before. He surmised
what it was, and at once turned toward
it his fiery stations, who,, snorting at
the excited cries of their master, sped
like the wind over the hard packed
srow.
There, sure enough, lay an overturned
sleigh, but no sign of lite was visible
about it. The horses must have run
away, or more probably had been hurled
into the deep ravine now filed with
snow. With all his might Vladimir re-
moved the snow as best he could on the
leeward of the drift, and soon he came
upon q human body. 1t was that of a
woman and was frozen stiff; then he
found another, mans, that of the
driver; and after more digging he came
to that of a girl. He saw that the oven
alone could resuscitate the first two
bodies, if indeed life had not already
left them; but that of the girl was only
benumbed. Without losing moment
he began to rub her face with snow until
it showed signs of animation.
AS she opened her eyes, she, murmured /:
Mother, what has happened" Then,
realizing her position, she bMshcd, and
recognizing her rescuer, said brokenly
"You, Vladimir Poniateffl Do owe
my life to you2"
The hunter bit his lip, for he thought
her words implied disappointment at
being saved by plebeianl
"Oh, am not worthy to even snatch
her from deaths gripl" he mused.
'How long shall my name be thus de-
spised2 But TO her l could forgive al
most anythiDg!"
With this reflection he carried the
beautiful damsel to his own sleigh, and
never before did his heart leap more
wildly than now, when his arms were
laden with this frail creature. How his
cid flame, his love for her, which be had
thought almost rooted out of his soul by
avoiding meeting or even seeing her
now sprang up again in his bosom and
and fired the innermost fibres of his
whole frame.
He carefully placed the girl upon the
soft rugs; then went again for the moth.
er, and again for the driver. He piled
upon them the furs from their sleigh
but on Irene he laid his owr
bear skin overcoat. Fifteen verts o.
snow and drift lay before him, and
although he felt that he needed food and
rest, he turned his wind footed steeds to
the keen blast, and urged them on with
shouts end whip. The snow storm had
abated, but not the wind, and the sun,
though it shone with majesti, splendol
and rendered the whole scenery perfectl,
dazzling, was as cold as winter moon.
The snow crackled under the iron shoe
fea of the flying stations, the colo
grew more and more intense, and tn
gallant rescuer began to feel the blood
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