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But to our utmost establishment their re-,
quest was refused, and Kaffsky was re-
moved from the Lithuanian fortress only
to be immured in the more terrible fortress
of Peter and Paul.
The excitement caused by the arrest was
assuming dangerous proportions. Nobody
had cared rap for Kaffsky week before,
and he was already a most popular hero
now.
Perhaps it was hatred for the heartless
informer-who had also been arrested no
doubt to save him from being lynched-
and sympathy for Anna Pavlona, whose
womanly feelings had got the better of her
philosophy. She had completely broken
down.
She had been taken to her bed, had re-
fused all food, had forwarded petition aft
er petition to the minister Of the interior,
and when it became clear that she might
just as well be sowing salt Oh the scaShore
her mind gave way. The doctors sent Ter
mother and herself in post haste to the
Crimca.
In October few of us met in st. Pc
police had made tremendous haul among
the students the day the university closed
session, and many were now in their dis
tant native villages, expelled from the
university, others i'll prison, Others again
on the road to Siberia.
i[GfIsky, we learned, was among the lat
ter. condemned to the mines as anger
Gus conspirator, in spite Of the intcrccssion
of professors. Anna Pavlona was dead,
according to others, but it came to pretty
much the same thing in the end.
| had heard of'many evil things done by
d!abolCal infOrmers, but this was the most
crying injustice had ever actually wilt
messed and when talking with a frierd
who was a relative of one of the ministers
told him so.
He was astounded at what I told him
and asked me to draw up an account CT
Kaffsky's case in writing. He would see,
he said that justice should be done.
had no difficulty in obtaining precise
particulars. | discovered even the name
of the forwarding prison, over 1000 miles
away, in which Kaffsky was then inferred,
and having made out P very strong case 1
gave my friend the paper, and he present.
ed it to his relative the minister
A week passed, then fortnight, and
still there was no answer.
One day my philanthropic friend shook
his head, said my data were all wrong,
said that Kaffsky was the most dangerous
conspirator that had ever been tripped up
in the very nick of time and that he
would advise me to keep aloof from polit-
ical reformers in future, as it was evident
they could make black appear white with
out an effort.
Six years later l heard that Kaffsky was
no more. He died of disease or was shot
in tumult or disposed of in some such
way. The particulars were not very pre-
else, but he was really dead; that was GER
tain.
Nothing else but death is certain in
Russia" l remarked to an ex-minister to
whom l had been telling tho whole story
after dinner.
$50 you are going to write about it, you
say" he asked me, 'to ease your feel
ings?'
81 am, J." replied.
Every well, then, if you will come here
in two or three days l will supply you
with a most interesting postscript"
And he did.
His statement was based on official doc
uments, and this is the gist of it:
"When the terrorist movement was at
its height, the leaders wore invisible and
ubiquitous. We suspected that they were
in the university, but that was only
guess. Once or twice Kaffsky appeared to
be in the movement, but we had no proof
and could get none. 1t then occurred to
General o. of the secret department to en-
ploy spy who had never played the part
of detective before"
II know. You mean the scoundrelly
informcr, Boorman," broke in.
"Boorman? Boorman? Was he? Oh,
of course he was. Yes No; Boorman was
not the detective. Boorman, l see, was
nearly rs dangerous as Kaffsky. He was
Katfskys right hand man, and he got the
same punishment.
This announcement took my breath
away, but it only deepened the mystery.
1.-TWO thousand three hundred rubles
was what it all cost, and dirt cheap, too"
he went on.
"You mean the detectives reward?" 1
asked.
Eyes; that, Of course, was over and
above her regular salary, which was 80
rubles a month. 1t was the only clever
stroke of business she ever did"
"She?" 1 repeated. "Was it woman,
them"
"Oh, yes. Didn't 1 tell your And a
woman with the making of a saint in her
too. Ha! hal ha! She is now God fear
ing sectarian-a pietist of some kind"
well, remarked, "she would need a
good long course of penance, were it only
to atone for the fate of poor Anna Pavlona,
whose life she snuffed out"
"Hal hal hap he laughed till the big
tears rolled down his furrowed checks.
"Why, hang it, man, Anna Pavlona was
herself the detective. But that was the
only clever thing she ever did. She soon
after left the service, found salvation, as
they term it, in some obscure sect and is
pious bigot now. London Telegraph.