Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1899-08-30
Besides, there was always the chance

Besides, there was always the chance
that he had lied throughout and that
in reality he had nothing to reveal al
to fathers fate Perhaps he had never
seen father and knew nothing more Of
him than bis name, excepting the fact
that, by stroke Of excellent luck, he
must 80 nearly resemble the real Lam
drinof that he was able to pass as the
count with all but his closest relations,
and that the counts house was uncom.
monty comfortable and that, thanks,
from beginning to end, to the acci'
dental resemblance. his lot had fallen
in extremely pleasant places
My mother was assured that our dis.
reputable guest was none other than
my fathers brother Andre. He could
be no other, she said, for, though she
now knew that there was nothing in the
mans face to recall that Of her dear
Vladimir excepting the shape Of the
features and that it had been the gross
est calumny upon the count even to
mistake this others photograph for his,
yet the cast of the features was the
came, and the man could be no other
than the wretched Andre-supposed al
this moment by the police to be far
away in Siberia.
Our friend, however, had assumed
an absolute ignorance Of the existence
of any such person as Andre Landrinof,
the counts younger brother, when
taxed by Borofsky with being that very
individual He had never heard Of the
man, he said. AS for his own name,
Borofsky would have to contrive to ex-
ist without knowing 1t If it depended
on himself to tell it. because, said he,
it was not Borofsky's business to know
it.
But one evening our excellent friend
rather gave himself away. He had TAX
en- to indulging somewhat freely In
vodka. the spirit, distilled from rye,
which Is the favorite drink Of the Rus
elan people. and the vodka loosened his
tongue.
Borofsky often sat with him Of an
evening, the only one Of as who did.
and on this occasion our guest, being
slightly overrefresbed, suddenly broach-
ed the subject of Andre Landrinof.
"That brother Of the counts you
were talking about the other day, Bo-
rofsky, be said; "where is he, and what
is he doing2 Is be a count, too. and
rich3"
"He isn't a count, but an internal
blackguard, said Borofsky. land !
should cay he Is just about as rich as
the folks he has robbed are the poorer. "
"Ha, hal Goodl" said the fellow
$50 you think badly Of him. Whyf"
"Ask the police" said Borofsky.
"Not II A set Of internal rascalsi
exclaimed the other. 81 tell you they
are 80 times worse, any one Of them,
than this Andre Landrinof Now.
ANDRE
"whom you don't know" laughed
Borofsky.
"Wait-I-I think I have met him
under different name I think he Is
one who is or was known as Kornilof
l met him in London"
"Not in Siberia-are you surer
Borofsky put In
Course you, why do you interrupt
mei" shouted the other angrily. 81 tell
you I know nothing Of Siberia. I met
this man In London-Kornilof. He lives
In London owing to prosecutions In
this internal country, and has lived
there for years
"Then 1t can't be Andre, interrupt
ed Borofsky again, "for Andre has spent
the flower of his life in the mines OF
Biberia, where, it is to be hoped, he still
blooms and will continue to bloom until
judgment day or so"
"Oh, indeedl You seem to know a
great deal of this Andrel" said our
guest, with tipsy dignity and scorn.
"Would you be surprised to learn that
he is not such a confounded fool as you
suppose, and. at the presennmoment, is
hou-thousands Of miles from Siberia
and has no intention Of re-returning
there2'
"Kornilof. that is3" suggested Bo-
rofsky.
Eyes, Kornilof. or Andre-same
thing-same man. Siberia is for fools,
my friend, and the sooner you go there
yourself the sooner you'll be in the
place that's best suited for you.
TO BE CONTINUED.