The daily morning journal and courier., 1902-04-14

Jumped to the road, cold and fright
 ened, but happier than before.
 | Ihere the case was clear. A peasant ! With low sled loaded with hay had
 refused to turn out and the coach was l forced to turn a little to the right, but
 that little tilted the coach and the two
 heavy trunks on top also inclined so
 that the weight carried us over. The ] trunks were reposing in the ditch the
 driver was saping dreadful things, evil dently, to the other driver; we all stood | helplessly in the road, nobody did any | thing, and I then looked for my little
 gun. It was gone, also reposing harm lessly in the greedy ditch. But the three roubles did wonders. The peas ant worked and Pirani worked Every body worked except myself. I stood still and imagined saw wolves eyes in the forest.
 An hour later we were again inside the coach all in order and in motion.
 The straw was wet and we were cold.
 Suddenly Piranilo looked out of the right window and then withdrew his head
 and said:
 1.-Two men are hanging on to the back
 of t!,e coach"
 That was enough to deprive me of the
 last remnant of control. The windows
 of that old coach had surely never been
 raised in years, so the space was there, filling me with terror Pirani again leaned out of the window while I re- gretted the loss of my dear little six shooter and subslded into the corner.
 Why do you come with?" I heard him shout. No reply.
 Say mel" Why do you come with?" he repeated. Then he pointed his re- vover at the one nearest, who, seeing Pirani meant business, let go his hold and fell off. The other slid around to my window and saw a horrible face in the darkness, chiefly whiskers and eyes, and I thought my time had come. But Pirani was right about in an instant and the revolver was a glittering men, ace which the man evidently thought better to avoid, for he let go his mold and fell back in the road
 Whether those two ruffians nau ..- ugly purpose in mind or were merely like two merry boys-stealing a ride, I am not prepared to say. I only know that their room was preferable to their company, however lonely the road. the raised voice of Pi- rani, our driver never once looked around or attempted to stop the horses.
 It was now nearly 9 p. m.. and be- lieved our troubles at an end Several peasant sleds passed us and each time our coach tipped little, with what shock to our nerves you may imagine, yet l really expected no more mishaps. at about II p. m. we &C., tually tumbled aver a second time. 1 This was too much for me and I refused l to go on in that coach, which we could | now see, was set upon runners cuch too | close together to furnish a good. base l Tor the weight and breadth of the coach l with the trunks on top. So we made a | bargain with the man whose sled | ,aused our second overthrow for the 'artage of US and our baggage to the lext house, where we were allowed to ;it in dirty room until dawn, when we ode into Mogileff on low sled, not in 1, 'tyle, but in safety at least.
 At Mogileff we sought the post to odge a complaint There we discov- red that neither the old coach nor it's lriver belonged to the post. We had ,een lured into that bargain for the ake of the twenty rubes round trip lothing worse, I truly believe.
 The return trip was delightful. We ode in a very wide, slo sled, a troika, is called, with three horses and ca able driver. At every post station we hanged horses, sled and driver, paying
 fresh fare and receiving this paper in eturn. The paper cost but nine rubles, light kopec altogether, and we experi- need only the best care and comfort. Il seven hours we reached Orska and here took the train for Warsaw.-Alma V. Powell in the Brooklyn Eagle.