The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1893-06-23

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arose and dropped from the window by
which he had entered, hurried to the
castle and ratified the knocker vigorous
ly. A servant responded and inquired
what was wanted.
Your master, said Petroff. Il must
see him at once"
Return tomorrow" said the man.
1.-THE comte's abed, fatigued by hunt
ing"
II must see him now, / tell you," Pc
troff persisted. ut is life or death! Go,
as I bid you"
Guessing from Norvitski'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 exaspelated at his inter
rupted nap.
"What do you want, fellow" cried ne
angrily as Pctroff entered. what mean
you by disturbing me at this unseemly
hOur?"
''To ecure your safety, sir, perhaps"
Petrof answered boldly, and in a 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 Kroski
pass brigands caught me and made me
pay a round price for freedom, but who
would have dreamed Of their ~venturing
to the castle to try the game again?
This time, if l know myself, we'll turn
the tables!"
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."
Aplan arranged, they noiselessly start
ed below stairs, the comte carrying a
lantern over which he had thrown q
cloak to hide its 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 a short time
a section of grating raj out, and a wolf
like tread was heard in the darkness,
followed quickly by another. As the
mufaed feet drew neal the door leading
above the brigands found themselves
suddenly covered with light and the
yawning muzzles of three cavalry pis-
tolls. Resistance was useless. Three
men were more than a match for two.
They helplessly suffered themselves to be
bound, disarmed and thrown like a bun
die 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. TWEEN
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.
II could not see them starve, my wife
and babies, good comte," he cried. 81
was going to the iron works, but now,
thanks to the Blessed Virgin, I can re-
turn to my home, to Katrina, to tho
children, whom I never expected to see
again.
Exactly" said the comte, land in
one of my finest sledges too"
The establishment of the villagers
when this splendid equipage with furs,
footmen, outriders and iirgling bells
drew up to Norvitski's hu. .e hut, and
Norvitski himself, assisted by a foot
man, got out-well, I 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 a happy man exists in Russia
Petroff Norvitski is that one.-From
the Russian.