Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1894-01-14

you as you sat there In 80 ees,acv OF
animal pleasure? At least YOU would
have gone out OF the world happy: II
would have saved yon-and the govern
ment-yeArs OF trouble, aud mo too.
Hh' there was enough Justification.
Reason was on my side aud opportunity
as well. You would have done itJn my
place. There was mutder Ia your eve
whom you asked FOR bread. Bread is
only means to living; the end OF living
Is freedom. man will 6ght for life
while there's - hope OF freedom; When
that hope Is gone, ho will blow his
brains out"
with your views" said Gordon, ~
am surprised that you did not At least
make OF with the note"
'berhaps overlooked that alterna.
i've IN the greater temptation 10 XIII
you The probability was that you had
other notes la your case-money enough
To make escape certain"
~ you felt yourself iustlHed, why
didn't you kill me2"
For fool OF reason--a senttmsu-
tal one. Something Ia your build, your
race not the murderous expression To
II, You may be sure-deterred me. I
felt, just At the critical moment, as II |
u
And l can't shake OF this womanIy
feeling while look AT you-thAt's kho
queer thing"
Some personal resemblance" Cor
don suggested.
ivan Dontremomber nodded gloomily
and turned his eyes again on the fire.
Its an odd coincidence that my
resemblance TO Russian has not on Y
saved my life, but was the cause OF my
life being in jeopardy"
What Russian asked Ivan, turning
| quickly"
"raras-Prlnce Borgensky."
| "Taras" cried Ivan, starting 20 his
feet lis he alive2'
He was when we left him not two
months ago"
Where was he them"
"In London"
You know him?"
what honest Russian who lived
dive years ago does not know TarasP"
Then he broke into Russian, apostro
phizing Taras with poeticRl fervor IL
words that | failed To follow. Sudden
| ly he checked himself, and turning t
US he said, as II TO excuse himself:
IL have been dead five years anC
buried In the fortress of PotropRvlovsk
Ono hears nothing there. There wa
no political prisoner ia our gang.-al
| cutthroats aud scoundrels-they coul,
tell me nothing. What should thol
know OF Taras?"
And after a pause he added, with
| pathetic tremor in his voice:
II thought he must be dead, tom,
friend"
He walked slowly round tho fro TO in
dulge his reflections, touching an embe
here and thereabsently with his stick
Coming close To where wo sat, silen
In sympathy, he said:
"Did you know him-Taras?"
ultimately"
"Is he we'll? What ls no doing
How does he pass his days? Tell m
all about him"
"You can answer these question
better than !" said Gordon nodding L
mo.
spoke, telling OF our everyday IN
and OF the work Taras was doing.
"Ha, ha" exclaimed Ivan gleefull
when had described tho groups O
statuary. "IIe still sticks TO his guns
that good lighter Taras. But do the,
leave him alone-tho policeP"
mo, worse luckl" Gordon replied
and thon he told OF the attempts mad
TO kidnap Taras and OF the happ
chance by which l had saved him
though he attributed my success not [
chance, but TO courage and devotion.
81 beg your pardon" said Ivan, bow
Ing To me. 81 did you injustice, think
ing that you English women could d
nothing except talk. But who is n
the bottom OF this conspiracy-do yot
know that?"
81 am ashamed TO say he's country
man Of mine. At least no speaks tn
same language" said Gordon.
can Irlshman?" asked Ivan sharply
eyes"
His name? Quickl"
Barry Kayanagh,"
"Infernal William muttered Iva
through his clinched teeth.
"DO you know him?"
AYE. and with good reason. Is h.
married? DO you know of any woman
who calls herself bis wife2 A woman
she should be 30 now-with Dlu
eyes and timid, pretty face. DO yot
know her2' no asked eagerly. "DOn'
be afraid TO speak If you know NOR,
! than that"