Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1898-04-16
"Why do you want to know my name

a child.
"All right. Call me Volgin, in men,
ory of our meeting" he said. land for
Christian name you can call me Vladi-
mir-Vladimir Petrovich. It's my real
patronymic, he added gravely.
"Vladimir Petrovich Volgin. Very
well. I'll remember. You're an ao-
auaintance of mine, and I met you in
the wood and invited you in. Will that
do? No, no." she corrected herself
hastily. "Not in the wood. I met you
in Yermolovka. That's the village on
the other bank. That will be better.
We must cover your tracks,"
She began to laugh again.
"You would make capital conspira-
tor, he said, smiling. But she took
his words seriously.
"No, I will never be conspirator, "
she answered, energetically bending
over her oar.
He looked at her with long, pene-
trating gaze.
"Don't be too sure beforehand, young
lady," he thought to himself with
youthful self assurance.
He had spoken the truth in telling
her that he needed only few minutes
rest to come to life again. He had al
ready begun to recover from his ex-
haustion, and with his physical powers
the instincts of the propagandist came
back to him.
Here we are at home" the girl
broke in upon the silence.
She began to turn the boat round to
the right bank. On the steep, high
bank he saw little white house, half
hidden by foliage. 1t had a high wood
en- roof, such as middle class country
houses often have. In front was little
"pavilion, to the left were outhouses,
and behind the house, stretching up
ward on the rising ground, was large
orchard
Running the boat to land, Vladimir
dragged it on to the sandy bank, and
they made their way up to the house by
a narrow path. In the entrance they
were met by an old woman in a dark
colored cap, who looked in astonish-
ment at the stranger.
HAS mamma got up yet, nurse?"
asked the girl.
"Oh, yes, she's waiting for you to
come to breakfast, miss. "
Gall right. will be ready in one
minute. Just show Vladimir Petrovich
the way into the pavilion. I'll come to
you directly" she added, turning to
him.
Vladimir followed the old woman,
who, mumbling something to herself as
she went, showed him the way. As
they entered the pavilion she stopped
her muttering and turned round to him.
"Have you come OH business, sir, or
are you friend of Katcrina Vasilyev-
na?" she asked, evidently in order to
start a conversation.
"a friend" answered Vladimir, sud-
denly rejecting how stupid he had been
not to ask the girl her name. He turned
away to the window to avoid further
questions.
The old woman made low bow to his
back and went away, softly shutting
the door behind her.
Vladimir looked round him. The
pavilion consisted of only two rooms.
In the front room stood washstand, a
few wooden chairs and large tiled
stove In the back room he could see
broad sofa, evidently used as bed, and
a little oaken table. On the wall hung
several Autographs and small book
case
In spite of her promise to come at
once, the girl kept him waiting for
some time No doubt she was having a
conversation with her mother. Vladi-
mir made himself as tidy as he could
and washed his head with cold water.
His wound had quite left off bleeding.
Then, in order to kill time while await
ing the decision of his fate, he went up
to the bookcase and took at hazard the
first book that came to hand. He opened
it also at hazard. 1t was story for
children. Turning to the first page to
look at the title, he saw, written in a
clear copy book hand, "Ekaterina Pro-
zorov, for good conduct and progress in
her studies"
"Prozorovl So that's who she isl"
cried Vladimir And Vasilyevna too.
And she spoke of Vania! Yes, it must
be! Now l understand why her face
was so familiar to me. How odd.
though! 1t can't be. All, there she isl"
Her rapid footsteps interrupted him
as she came into the room.
Mamma wants to see you. Come,
please" she said. 81 have talked to
her about you"
He showed her the book.
SIS this yours? Your name is Prozo-
rov? And you have a brother called
Ivan?"
"Yes, yes. Why?"
II know him." said Vladimir.
Katia clasped her hands.
"What? Vanial Oh, where is he:
What has happened to him? Is he alive?
Is he well? We haven't heard of him
for whole year Oh, how glad mamma
will be! How stupid of me not to think
of asking you! Tell me, quick, how is
hep
"It is three months now since left
St. Petersburg, said Vladimir. ~ saw
him Just before I left, and he was quite