The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1903-03-03
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He closed his arms tightly about hel
ana dragged her from the car. The
villagers stared in establishment as
they saw him coming toward Their
with his burden.
What means this strange happen.
ing, little father?" asked woman of
an older man of the village. rs the
man killing her?'
Let be!' growled the man. ''Use
your eyes in your house, but meddle
not with others. The mans gold is
good. He will not hurt her. She is
probably his wife"
RUSSIAN wives are accustomed to cru.
city from their husbands. A beating
is Dut part of their demonstrations of
authority as head of the house. The
women looked on with apathy, while
the men smiled.
He has married Tartar they said
among themselves
Help! Save me from this mani"
gasped Frances as Neslerov half drag
ged, half carried her into the nearest
group.
Where is your priest?" Neslerov de-
manded. Get him at once. Not only
he, but all in the. place, will receive
pay Call the priest at oncev'
save me. am an American! Cor
don-the man who built-the roads
my father!' cried Frances, struggling
again.
A bent old man was seen snamblins
toward them.
Come" said Neslerov roughly. This
young woman and l are to be married
Hurry. We have been left behind in
that car, and to save her good name
she must become my wife. Proceed!.'
No. For PHYS sake. do not" cried
Frances. My father will pay you
well! Do not compel me to marry him!
I hate him.'
Il command you to marry us."' shout
ed Neslerov.
a tall man of about middle age step
ped from the crowd
III is wrong" he said. who you
are know not, but it is not the way to
win Wife. Release the young woman.
Let us hear what she has to say"
What she has to say! Curse you."
howled Neslerov. He did release her
for moment and sprang forward. His
hst shot out against the mans face.
Without an effort in his own behalf he
fell.
am Neslerov, governor of Tomskv
shouted the prince, now perfectly fren-
zled. II command you, old dotard, to
say the words that will make this girl
my wife"
please do not" cried Frances. HE
: has stolen me from my father! He is
cruel monster! l cannot marry him."
He is his eNcellency, the governor"
muttered the old man. I'VE must
obey
Nesleroy seized her by the wrist and
swung her toward the priest The vii
layers crowded round, awestruck a the
great name they had heard. They well
knew the governor. Many of them had
felt the knout at his command
at must be done,'' again muttered
the priest.
mo. nor cried Frances. trying to
wrench away from Neslerov.
A bow sli6 cuief1v pNorv IRON, 'tai
crowd and ran.
Stand there, curse your said Nesle-
Toy, grasping Frances by the hair. +,
The pain of his rude hand on her lovely
hair nada Frances cry out in terror,
pain and shame. III kill you if you
move againw
There was the sound of quick and
stealthy tread. There was swish in
the air. There was gasp, q murmur
from the crowd. which fell back in
CONSERVATION.
: A heavy Russian riding whip swung
through the air in an arc and, descend
ing, cut the skin across the face Of Ne
slerov.
Course you!" said hearty American
voice. "I'll have your life for this!
"Jack! Oh. Jack! cried Frances,
and then. the last vestige of her
strength deserving her. she fell uncon-
scious into Jack Denton's outstretched
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