Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-07-28
A Bolt From the Blue.
BY DORA LANGLOIS,
Author o That Redheaded Woman, "The Kiss of Judas, Th
Secretary's Daughter" Victoria's Dream" &c.


| could. IL was then the Drief summer
and as many hours as he could he spen
in the enclosure. Every morning
asked my gaolor, Have you instruc
| tions yet?' and, on receiving his an
, swer said not another word from sun
rise to sunset
AT last Anew from the arrival Of 4
new sack OF meal and cruise Of oil thai
post had arrived with supplies.
Your Instructions" demanded.
Tho gaolor looked at me, his own
face showing surprise There Is nc
answer to my report he said.
but there has been time?
at seems that one of you two is not
only forgotten, but that someone wishes
to forget, he answered. i was told that
my report had been received and that
there were no Instructions
when our gaolor left us, wept, and
in my heart there was relief, for | felt,
even when ! demanded to know what
the instructions were, that they had
contained an order for my fellow pris-
oner's removal to the mines, the ST.
lence of the place would become intol-
cradle to me, could / no longer hear his
rich voice singing the sad sweet songs
of our country.
"As l sat weeping, he spoke to me
for the first time since l had rejected
his consultations, on the day they
brought him to my CELL
at seems that the world has for
gotten us, he said; but perhaps God
has remembered our loneliness. Let us
not reject the good gift of human sym
patty and companionship.
still weeping, / held out my hand
to him who was to be my friend first,
and then my lover, and my husband in
heavens sight, and more to me than
man has ever been to woman since the
days when God gave our nrst parents to
each other.
Il cannot tell how we lived in those
days. only that the once laden hours
few by like thistle-down. We told each
other of our past always with this diff
ference, | told him all; he spake only
of his youth. and spoke guardedly Of
that"
"Do you not trust me- Paul would
say.
"'Ah, little one he would reply, my
crime is that | know too much; some
day my heart tells me that you will
return to the world; and then your safe
guard will be that you know moth
ing.
so the time passed, and in the fourth
year of my Imprisonment there was an
other companion for our solicitude-our
little son.
20 God. The holy Joy OF teaching
this child, born in exile, whose whole
world was contained in the four walls
of our prison; of uniting with each
other TO map out, while he slept, means
of enlightening that baby brain Think
of it, A little child who has all his
faculties, and yet has never seen a cat,
a dog, a butterfly or a rose.
ITO me the three years he passed
with us were years of great content,
but the father would say with cloud
on his brow, Some day, and that soon,
my beloved, We must part with him.
If we keep him until he has knowledge
of right and wrong his fathers crimes
will doom him to lifelong imprison-
r1ent.'
"Ah, me- Before the car could rob
me OF my child death came. One night
the gaolor came with pick and broke
the frozen ground that we might lay
our little son to rest at the bottom Of
the enclosure
The years rolled on. Thirteen years
Paul and had thus lived together, for
getting the world and then the instruc-
lions l had once looked for SO eagerly
came at last.
One day there was a strange face
over the shoulder of our guardian and
l heard my name pronounced.
Alexis Helga Petrona Lavinski, step
forward.
Il saw my beloved companion turn
white and press his hand to his side.
! laid my hand on his wrist and an
sWered;
There is no such person here
1T was an officer with a small party
of cossacks behind HIM who had ad-
dressed me.
The woman deceives your excellen-
cy, the gaolor cried. Look at her. Is
she not as described BY all the saints
assure you that this is she; at least
this is the woman | received on the date
named in the report.
The soldier, much puzzled, turned
from one Of US to the other; then he
said, I hold here an order for the i'm
mediate release of the prisoner Law
inski Who is this woman
HE addressed himself to Paul; and
Paul, drawing his hand gently from
mine. answered:
She is the Countess Lavinski.'
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