The record-union., 1899-08-06
Furnishes an Affecting Narrative Of the
Grown Princes End.
Shrewd Politicians Predict That
The Present British Parliament
Will End With the Prorogue-
ment on Wednesday,, and That
Next July General Elections
Will Occur.

al 1eAiCh( PidSt1Cdly C1loOo ySS@~-
day evening, and the Propagation Will
take place on Wednesday. There seems
to be very general belief that it will
be the last full session of the present
Parliament, shrewd political prophets
predicting that general election Will
be held next July at the latest.
So far as popular interest is con-
eerned, the great naval maneuvers
have ended in disappointment, as there
was no fighting, the rival fleets faillng
even to sight each other. The naval
authorities, however, are delighted at
the success with which the British
fleet found and conveyed safely to Mil
ford Haven the fiotilla of food supply
ships from Halifax. The maneuVers
were carried out under conditions
which might be expected to prevail IN
the event of war with France. Ihe
latter pinned her faith to torpedo boats,
while Great Britain steadily Increased
the number of her torpedo boat de-
stroyers, and although dark and misty
nights were favorable to torpedo boats
they seem to have completely failed,
while the destroyers fully sustained the
hopes of their advocates on the few
occasions when they came in contact
with the torpedo boats.
The maneuvers seem to have placed
beyond question the value of the Mar
conf telegraph. Admiral Domville re-
lied upon it for much useful inLorma-
ton which could not be otherwise OBJ
tanned, and successfully transmitted
information over distances from twenty
to thirty miles, neither fog nor dark
ness apparently interfering with the
transmission of messages.
Anna Dassojewa, the peasant woman
of Abbas Tuman, who saw the Caro-
witch pass away, furnishes most at
fecting narrative of his end. 1t ap-
pears that the Czarowitch's motor tri-
cycle was going at a great pace, when
he caught up to cart in which was
the milkwoman, Dassojewa. The
Czarowitch signaled, and the cart
drew aside to let him pass. The Caro-
witch bowed, smiled and proceeded.
Ten minutes later DasSojewa noticed
the Czarowitch returning very slowly.
The story is best related in her own
simple way, as follows:
"I cannot forget it. I see it before
me now. There he comes, the bene-
factor, back on his machine, quite pale
and continually splitting. He was not
yet quite close to me when he ap-
peared as if sitting on his machine.
He Swayed backward and forward
Now I think to myself, it is because
of his splitting. He first turned MS
head to one side and then to the other.
Suddenly I saw how all at once he
sinks on one SIDE then sits straight
again, and then falls SO much on one
side that he seems going to fall quite
off. I think something wrong here.
Either the machine is spoiled or some
thing else. Wait, I think I will jump
down from the cart So 7 jumped
down, and at the same moment, pale,
SO pale that I cannot compare it to
anything, he nearly falls off, and on
his white uniform coat there is blood.
'I cannot contain myself longer. I.
simple woman, was certainly timld
about speaking to him. but it is as if
somebody says to me, Go near him;
go near him.
81 do not know where got the cour-
age but I came near and just then
he fell into my hands. his eyes wide
open. He looks at me, and over his
face fly little spots. One little spot
trickles. then another; they meet and
grow. L lOOk DIT the Iltlc Spoto Ote
his brow Then also I held his hand.
His nails seem to grow darker. His
eyes seem to be looking at me, and
vet he does not see me. His lips are
bathed in blood. He signs, and one
hears as if something is bubbling like
when water boils. I ran to my cart.
seized a pitcher and drew water.
Drink I say, and he raises his
hand Just a little. When I put the
lug to his mouth it seems to me he
has clenched his teeth. and so l 90
not hear a word from him. I saw how
his arms became weak and dropped
like whips. 1t seemed to grow dark
before my eyes. I do not know what
to do I scream: I weep aloud. but he
turns his head a little on one side.
and seems as if he were still looking
at me.
Eat last, do not know how it came
about. but I offer to run as fast as
I can in the direction of the castle and
cry aloud for help
Dassojewa, still hoping to save the
Czarowitch, left him on the ground
and ran to the Cossack sentinels at
the palace When assistance arrived
the Czarowitch was dead.