The Black Hills union. [volume] (Rapid City, Pennington County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1889-1904, 1897-07-23

AT length my companion turns from
it with a sigh and begins to question
me.
What is thy destination, brother:9"
> Il go to Berlin"
'IHast thou friends there?"
IL have a friend-one. Konrad
Rosen. We were fellow-students a
couple of years ago in Petersburg.
After he took his decree he went to
Berlin at the instance of his uncle,
who VS. retiring, and wished his
nephew to succeed to his practice. A
good thing for Rosen. He has fallen
on his feet"
There is a pause. Bakunin seems
to mediate. Presently he resumes.
Hast thou any future plan in
viewY'
No; I must do what comes in my
way" [ reply, somewhat dolefully.
Il should like to follow my profess
sion, but a practice is not picked up
easily. ! have a vague notion of
working my passage to the New
World, only"
l complete not the sentence. 1t is
of Maruscha | think.
''Why not come to Switzerland" he
suggests. in Zurich there are many
friends Of the cause. They will find
work for thee
| hesitate. Even if l had not Maru-
scha to meet in Berlin, thinking as I
now do, l would not accompany
Bakunin to Zurich-that ncst OF rabid,
social democrats. | am answering
in my determination to work in the
future on the gradual. evolutionary
principle. which, having its source in
the soul, begins by slow and gentle
process to fit the individual for the
liberty which is his birthright, but
which he is incapable of holding
without a previous training in reason
able self restraint.
Yet l feel the utter futility Of
entering on any explanation Of my
change in opinions with Bakunin. of
all men; moreover, | have resolved to
preserve silence on the subject, being
sick Of buster. Too much has there
been Of it. And what have been the
results? A certain number of assas-
sinatioSs; some noisy explosions of
dynamite, and no more. But Bakunin
awaits my reply, so l say
Il expect a friend to join me in
Berlin by appointments
Probably | look conscious. or he
suspects the truth by my %hesitating
manner; Tor he raises his brows and
inquiries with a peculiar smile
"A woman?
My betrothed, l answer.
'Ah," he calculates. and i'm
mediately the smile dies from his face,
giving place to a look Of deep
He says nothing. for the scream
ing of the whistle and the diminishing
speed of the train tells US we are
nearing Verballen.
Eakunin hastily produces from his
pocket a small phial, and pushing up
his srectacles he pours a small
quantity Of a whiteish fluid into the
hollow of his hand and laves his eyes
with it, wincing painfully as he does
This done and the spectacles re-
placed, he throws the phial out of the
window.
| know not how he feels-his eyes.
those windows of the soul, being
hidden-but when we draw up at the
platform my brain is in a whirl with
excitement. l notice an unnatural
in his hollow cheeks, and at in
a nervous twitching contracts
his face.
He has his little green leather bound
passport in his fingers as we are enter
ing the the station. I take it from
MIN and glance into it, reading.
''Loris Simeonitch Davldenko.
Writer"
repeat it over aloud, and return
passport with the remark, 1T is
as well to know thy name, and mine
is Nikor Ahdreivitch Tcherevin,
Markest thou?"
He mods; yet l doubt if he heard
my words.
The crowd is surging toward the
door, and we JOIN it. We emerge in
a very dirty but spacious hall, and ado
vance to a circular counter which
encloses a number of officials, and a
large table. at which some of them
are seated.
Already an official approaches me
and holds out a small, fat hand for my
passport. He is a short, stout, chol.
eric-looking man. with a smooth moon.
face, his eyes appearing like stills
above the half circles formed by his
fat cheeks. His closely buttoned uni.
form seems ready to burst so blown
is he with fav and self-importance.
He throws his head back and az.