The Washington times., 1894-08-12

provoked the spy, and, risking life against
life shot him dead in a duel.
This, as he himself would have put it, was
his case, and with this case he resolved to go
to Natalia and throw himself at her feet.
One autumn afternoon at sunset Natalia
Miliutin was gazing from the window of her
house on the English quay upon the cold,
blush waters of the fast-howinG Neva, when
a visitor was announced.
Who is it?'' asked Natais.
..The man. stammered out the footman,
"the man, madame. you know, who"
what man? Has he no card?''
'Allow me 10 enter without further cere-
mony." said Gorski, who. forcing his way
past the servant, walked into the drawing
room.
Great heavensi you venture to come here.'
exclaimed Natalia; You who are the cause
of my husbands conviction. of his exile, Of my
despair, Leave the room," she added, turn
ing to the servant. who, with an air of mis-
giving slowly went away.
Listen to me, Natalia Ivanovna," cried
Gorski. Il have been misrepresented, calum-
niated-I. who would die to serve you. 1t
has been nv misfortune not to be shot by
that william Borcdin, who, as fate would have
it, fell by my hand. 1t would have been bet
ter had I fallen by his. He was an iuformer
and iraducer, and 1 slew him. Your husband
was hero, and instead of lessening the part
he played, magnifled it. and, inspired by my
sympathy and admiration for him, exalted his
heroism."
Il have nothing to do with your private
quarrels," exclaimed Natalia. but as re-
CARDS my husband, you gave MIN deliberately
into the hands of his enemies. Villain that
you are. you purposely betrayed him."
.'You cut me to the heart, Natalia Iva
novna. by such bitter words" exclaimed tho
barrister If in the ardour of speech lost
my head. had l not long before lost my heart?
If he had been a stranger l should have re-
manned calm but knowing how dear he was
TO you and feeling how dear you have always
been to me could not restrain myself.
was full of indignation, and my indignation
spoke in words of its own. and you have not
one atom of sympathy-not even Of pity-for
me-" .-
He approached her and made a gesture Of
seizing her hand, which she at once with
drew.
Keep off, Leave mei'' she exclaimed. She
glanced at a richly-jeweled Circassian dag
ger lying on the table before her. 1t
belonged TO her husband and she had been
using it as a paper knife.
Incapable of love, Gorski nevertheless felt
an overwhelming passion for the woman he
had so deeply injured. He advanced toward
her. and taking her by the hand-his touch
made her shudder rs though she had come in
contact with some Shiny rep,iie-he placed
his arm around her waist and tried to i'm
print kiss on her cheek, now scarlet with
shame and anger. She seized the dagger
which, in his blind infatuation, Gorski had
not perceived, and stabbed him to the heart.
Then she rang the bell, and on tho
servant appearing. pointed to the PROSTATE
form of the advocate, and said, "Call the
police"
On the details Of the trial 1t would be need
less to dwell. The act was not to be denied.
and the prisoner, for reasons Of her own, was
not anxious to have ittoo completely justified.
The barristcr who defended her, without
attempting to emulate the deceased Gorski,
made out so poor case for his client that il
was impossible not to send her to Siberia; and
four months afterward Miiutin had the hap
piness of embracing his wife in the too famous
city Of exile, where he had now been ap-
pointed to place of some importance In the
civil administration.