Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-08-31

TO sea, esteemed GOOD 1r1eno, gallant
1t was only the night before that he told
me the truth of that affair at Warsaw,
which led to his service in America. He
was not. the Count Pulaski assured me,
himself PARTNER in this matter. although
he was indeed member Of the confedera-
ton of Bar. sworn to fight for Polish free
dom to the very nd. But circumstantial
evidence led to his banishment, as 1t had to
that of so many others. Despairing of Po-
land and eager for career he came to
America.
Yet, although my friend was not himself
in this affair. the story he told of 1t ap-
pears to me new. The picture of the king
and the assassin walking side by side and
reasoning together of the rainy night in
the wood Of Bilany has had more than
revolt against a king was not the first.
All. history is full of these instances,
King John, Charles Stuart, Stanislaus of
Poland, Louis XVI. George III, by proxy
Now, this is the account of the affair as
remember 1t, that began in the street of
the Capuchips. Warsaw.
The king had been in his summer palace
coach was returning along the street of the
Capuchins. How 1t was o'clock of
rainy night, as the leader of the kings
guard of some seventeen dragons was
astounded, when, suddenly, man leaped
before his horse with the loud command,
Halt" The lieutenant struggled to bring
his saber down on the fellows head. His
horse careened. stopping indeed the whole
company and the coach, whence the kings
head suddenly projected.
At the moment shot from a window Of
supposedly deserted house grazed the
kings face, instantly killing the servant
who was with him in the coach.
THE king Is assassinated," the cry was
raised from guards and passers. His
majesty is dead!'
stanislaus who ever was considerate Of
his interiors, shouted at this.
ut is Felix, the heyduc, who Is shot
Quick, catch the assassin
Suddenly down the street came the sounds
OF horses, and cries: Down with stanis-
laus, the creature Of the Russians!'
At the same instant men rushed out Of
the house whence the shot into the coach
had come, swearing, shouting and firing.
One of the kings guards cried:
"A plot! An ambush! There are a thou
sand"
Instantly the panic became general.
The lieutenant Of the guards, who had
succeeded in running through the fellow
fronted by the horsemen. Turning, he led
the flight, and the king was left almost
alone in his coach, hugging the dead body
Of his poor servant, and oblivious to every
thing else. The horses on the coach, rear
ing and plunging, required all the attention
of the Positions, who themselves were
frightened out of whatever wit they may
have had.
horsemen was dismounted by the coach
door.
"out, stanislaus" he cried, "you are to
come with me-"
The king perceiving this to be Count
Kolinski cried out to him:
"Kolinski, traitor. I am your king"
For an instant Kolnski hesitated. The
sight of the king, placed as he was, with
the dead servant in his arms, and yet
still the king with that dignity Stanislaus
always possessed, that scene shown dilnly
by the lantern of the coach, shook for
moment the conspirator's resolution.
But the others were behind him, des-
perate, and knowing that if the issue CT
the adventure were not successful, death
was certain.
Pull him out!'
Then Stanislaus looked up from the dead
heyduc in his lap-the dark, handsome
man he always was. now with no fear.
but with a mastering anger at the indig-
nifty.
"You shall hang for thisv'
All, they knew that danger too well.
They could not hesitate if pity for a mo-
ment had weakened their purpose
Roughly they dragged the king from the
coach. he struggling and crying and cling
ing to the dead and the sides of the coach.
1 can imagine nothing more horrible