Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1895-12-13

srying injustice I had ever actually wit.
messed, and when talking with friend
who was relative Of one of the ministers
told him SO.
He was astounded at what told him
and asked me to draw up an account Of
Kaffsky's case in writing. He would see,
he said, that justice should be done.
1 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 very strong case
gave my friend the paper, and he present
oil 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 heard that Kaffsky was
no more. He died of disease or was shot
In a 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" remarked to an ex-minister to
whom I had been telling the whole story
after dinner.
$50 you are going to write about 1t, you
say" he asked me, ito ease your feel
ings?"
II am" replied.
every well, then, If you will come here
in two or three days I will supply you
with 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 were invisible and
ubiquitous. We suspected that they were
in the university, but that was only a
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 tho scoundrelly
informer, Boorman," broke in.
"Boormana Boormana Was he? Oh,
Of course he was. Yes. No; Boorman was
not the detective Boorman, I see, was
nearly as dangerous as Kaffsky. He was
Kaffsky's right hand man, and he got the
same punishment.
This announcement took my breath
away, but it only deepened the mystery.
"Two thousand three hundred rubles
was what 1t all cost, and dirt cheap, too, y
he went on.
"You mean the detectives reward?"
asked.
eyes; that, Of course was over ant
above her regular salary, which was 81
rubles a month. It was the only clever
stroke of business she ever did,"
"She9" repeated. "Was 1t woman
thenP'
"Oh, yes. Didn't l tell your And {
woman with the making Of a saint in hel
too. Hal ha! hal She is now God fear
ing sectarian-a pietist of some kind"
"Well," remarked "she would need {
good long course Of penance, were 1t onl!
to atone for the fate Of poor Anna Pavlona
whose life she snuffed out"
"Hal ha! hap he laughed till the biz
tears rolled down his furrowed cheeks
"Why, hang it, man, Anna Paylona wa
herself the detective. But that was TIN
only clever thing she ever did She sool
after left the service, found salvation, a
they term it, in some obscure sect and Is
pious bigot now. London Telegraph.