The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1897-07-04

And then. signalling TO his outriders.
the governor drove on, leaving Mr.. Lang
don rather annoyed. and little Jack very
angry indeed.
4 think it's a shame" soliloquized
Jack, stalking moodliy away; and if
ever 1 get TO be president of the United
states III remember this TO Russia Ii
won seem like a Fourth OF July at all.
Just think. all the fellows at home are
having heaps of fun with firecrackers and
scu-bs, While l must be satisfied with d
lew flags that don't make any noise at
1t IS proverbial that human nature ur-
gently Graves the particular luxury winch
Il cannot obtain: and so Jack Lansdon
tadtnough he might have covered the dis
tr-ct Tor dozen verStS with stars and
stripes, besides making speeches and
beating drums to mis- hearts content was
not happy because the grand duke had
interdlcted firecrackers.
Despite his rather 5 remonstrances, Jack
refused TO be cOnsoled. 1t was his first
Fourth away from home. and ne yearned
with mighty yearnIng for the bang
bang of the patriO tcally exploded crack
er. And the more he thought it over the
more ne hated the kusian government in
general. and the province or v in par
ticular.
Brooding over his rebuff, Jack saun-
tered along the roadway until ne encoun
tered the familiar teieque driven by Uncle
Petrouchka, a neighbOring peasant, with
quantance. TO Jack 5 surprise, Uncle
Reroucnka did not seem so friendly as
usuai-in fact the old farmer only ac-
knowledged the boys salute by gruff
inclination OF mis- mead, and shook mis-
mare ; rein 10 urge her TO a faster pace.
~Hullo! exclaimed Jack. What can
be the matter with Uncle Petrouchka?
This is not fair day at v, so ne cannot
have taken too much vodka.
1 have done nothing to offend him, and l
cant understand why he snouid act IKE
this. Hello, Uncle Petrouchka. what has
happened TO make you so grumpy
But Petrouchka, answering only by
grunt, whipped up his shaggy mare. and
the teleque disappeared round a corner.
III.
Jacks curiosity was aroused, and, for
the nonce. he forgot all about the gov
ernors refusal of his petition. At this
point the road took sort of long loop.
as 10 touch at certain neighboriHc vii
lage; so that it was possible Tor Jack. by
cutting Sharply across country, To coiiie
out anead OF Petroucnka numbering
farm wagon, two versts further on.
Across country went JACK. skImmIng the
borders OF the forest ana encountering no
living beng until ne once more Ieaped
into the hard WnIte roadway on the OppO-
ste side of the loop.
This is a great joke on Uncle Pc
troUcnKa. he cried. How the Old tel-
low will cross himself ana wonder 10 see
me here before him.
Then il occurred TO Jack to give the
teieque driver 4 surprise; and stepping
into i little wood of pine and b-rcn he
crouched down III the grass 10 await Pc
troucnka ; coming
But the first wayfarers TO pass along
the quiet road came from the opposite
in which Moscow lay.
Peering out Of his hiding place, Jack
Langdon saw that these travellers were
three in number, that they journeyed
afoot, and that each carried upon mis-
back. a heavy pack like that borne by
pedlers. He also noticed that, although
the three We're dressed In caps and sheep
skin coats like ordinary peasants. their
swarthy faces presented a keen. crafty
aspect.
This is the grove. Anton" said one
spot where the little American lay. Il
remember the trees. -......We had bet
ter set down the packs and wait for our /
friend the peasant.
Set them down lightly then" cautioned /
another as he deposited his burden with /
what seemed to Jack extraordinary care /
on the soft. grassy bank. Anything like /
a Jar might send Us all to the blessed I
land above
Where there are no cars and 10 gov
arnor generals, added the third, with a I
little laugh. Then all three set down their I
packs. and sat cautiously beside them.
The peasant is late said the last 4
speaker. after a pause. Il hope. Michael /
that you have not scared I
him away
ION the contrary" said the man adj
dressed, Il think l have scared. him /
hitcher. I told him frankly that unless /
ne came the band would cut his throat |
as he sleDt-Mo-eover, j tickled his I
fancy with the reward" /
YOU did not let him suspect what the /
packs contain, I ho9e?" asked the one
,alled Auton. !
Certainly not-He thinks we are
simply smuggling rare Swiss clocks into
". The packs loaded into his telecque.
he will return to the farmhouse To-
morrow he has a license to haul load of
vegetables from the market garden of this
Yankee mill owner. Langdon, into the
,ity- He will carry the packs under his
vegetables and deposit them unsus-
Dected in the. care of our good friend
Teodor Michaelovitch. the tavern keeper.
Once in Feeders hands. the rest is easy
Michael Dimitrovitch slapped his knee
oyously.
Anal" he said 1T is easy indeed.
the cellar stairs 10 Feeders
nm. and thence through the mine to the
)alace vaults-Ho, Ho. 1t will be a
lad day for the grand duke, the fourth
lay of July. Those three little boxes
# dynamite will blow the record chamber
nto atoms. All the discriminating docu-
nents will be destroyed-tnose documents
which the grand duke has spent so many
ears gathering together. Perhaps even
lis exceilency himself and a few of his