The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1901-01-22
himself Ia our power was ranrauz,ng

himself IN our power was uanrallzlng
indeed
Besides, there was always the chance
that he had lied throughout and that
in reality he had nothing to reveal as
to fathers fate. Perhaps he had never
seen father and knew nothing more of
him than his name, excepting the fact
that, by stroke of excellent luck, he
must so 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 acct
dental resem alliance. 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
vet the cast of the features was the
same, and the man could be no other
than the wretched Andre supposed at
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-
list without knowing it if ittdepended
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
sian people, and the vodka loosened his
tongue.
Borofsky often sat with him of an
evening, the only one of us who did,
and on this occasion our guest, being
slightly overrefreshed. suddenly breach
ed the subject of Andre Landrinof.
THAT brother Of the counts you
were talking about the other day, Be-
rofsky, he said: where is he, and what
is he doing? Is he a count. too, and
rich?'
HE. isn't a count, but an Internal
blackguard, - said Borofsky. ssand I.
should say 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. Whya'
task the police, said Borofsky.
'tNot L! A set of Internal rascals!'
exclaimed the other. II tell you they
are so times worse, any one of them,
than this Andre Landrinof. Now.
Andre
Whom you don't know. z laughed
Borofsky
Watt II think have met him
under a different name. think he is
one who is or was known as Kornilof.
met him in London
"Not in Siberia--are you sure 7"
Borofsky put in.
Course you, why do you interrupt
me7" shouted the other angrily. ~ tell
you know nothing Of Siberia. met
this man in London Kornilof. He lives
in London owing to prosecutions in
this internal country. and has lived
there for years. y
'Then it can't be Andre, interrupt
ed Borofsky again, 'for Andre has spent
the flower Of his life in the mines of
Siberia, where. it is to be hoped, he still
blooms and will continue to bloom until
Judgment day or SO. .
sob, indeed! 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 confounded fool as You
suppose, and, at the present moment, is
thou-thousands of miles from Siberia
and has no intention of re-returning
there?"
"Kornilof that iss" suggested Be-
1ofslly.
Eyes. Kofnilof. 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.