The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1894-11-22

noxious paper in the fire, where it was
quickly consumed, and, kissing the
picture lovingly, he replaced it on the
mantelpiece. His mind was no longer
exercised as to where he should spend
the evening The fire was out, the
gray dawn just creeping in at the win
dows, when he at last threw himself
on the bed and fell into troubled
sleep,
1t was high noon when he awoke.
The first thing that arrested his atten-
ton was the shouting of newsboys in
the street. mysterious murder in
'Am'stid this mornin'!" was the burden
of their cry. AS a dramatist his in
stinct for the sensational prompted
him to send for a paper.
Turning to the column headed by
the words forming the newsboys' cry,
his eyes rested upon a name that sent
a sudden agonizing thrill to his very
heart center.
AT an early hour this morning.
read the account, 'P c. Robson found
the dead body of man lying under
the trees in Beech Walk. Hampstead.
Great reticence is maintained by the
local police regarding the affair, but
our inquiries have elected the fact
that the deceased was shot through
the head, the course of the bullet be-
ing from back to front. The weapon
has not been discovered. No one in
the neighborhood seems to have been
disturbed during the night, but this
may be accounted for by Beech Walk
being a some what lonely thorough
fare. The nearest house to the scene
of the murder is fifty yards distant.
From papers found on the body it is
believed that the murdered man is a
Russian named Ivan Bronski
"A later report states that Bronski
has been identified by woman as a
man who lodged in her house during
the last few months under the name of
Peter Dumaroff. Our representative is
prosecuting further inquiries, the re-
suit of which will be published in our
special edition"
The rattat of the postman here re-
sounded through the rooms, and let
ter was brought in. Austen was con-
SClOuS VI d ldlnL TtCOilcCLlOu Ol Jn6
writing on the envelope. He broke it
open. Yes, it was from Olga Dobrou-
loft:
DEAR CECIL, MY LOST LovE-You were
wrong to think lightly OF the power OF the
nihilistic chiefs to punish with death those of
the brethren who fail to stand by their oath
Had taken back to them your refusal to carry
out their vengeance on a traitor you would as
suredly have been doomed. But l will save
you. When you read this Ivan Bronsh will
be dead man, and my hand will have slain
him, this partly to avenge my father, but
chiefly to protect you. l am sufficiently ac-
quanted with Bronski's movements to know
that the opportunity | require will occur
within few hours OF my concluding this let
ter. Escape for myself will be easy, trust. /
shall return to Russia and report to the chiefs
| simply that their orders have been obeyed, and
I advise you at once to communicate with
them Il inclose address), asking for release
| from your oath My task accomplished 1
need say no more than that life will be to
me a burden unbearable, and l shall not hesi-
tate to free myself from the torture OF regret
that is burning my poor heart away. Good
| by, Cecil. May you be happier in your love
! than OLGA DOBROULOFF. "
Little more of Importance was ever
published regarding the Hampstead
affair. An open verdict was returned
at the inquest, and the mystery OF
Bronski's death was never elucidated.
London Tid-Bits.
in Athens, 400 years before Christ