The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1903-01-25

could come TO YOU"
That is a futile question" replied .
Andre. I refuse TO discuss it"
TT is not q futile question" said /
Paul You can save me IL you will /
Listen, and I viii tell YOU ALL but
don't interrupt me, for the time is
very short That paragraph in the
morning paper is true. Some one
has played traitor. and the police not
only have proofs of everything that
[ have done, but they have discov-
cred where I am. and the city viii be
ransacked from end to end before
nfghtfau. Russia is too hot to hold
me, and / want 10 get away to Eng
land OF America. If you viii aid me
to DO this I swear that I VIII have
nothing more TO do with the TeVolu-
tionary party-that in future I viii
lead a bIameless life No-don't in
terrupt me. You can help me, and
you must. Write a note to Colonel
Jar0slav informing him that the
bearer Is going to Berlin for YOU on
secret business. and instTucting him
to issue a clean passport in the name
Of Nicholas Pashua. It is now 10
o'clock. and in two hours 7 Will be on
the way to the frontier The plan is
/ absolutely void Of danger, either 10
+ You OF to me. The railway stations
/ are all closely watched, it is true.
/ but my disguise is perfect; and be-
sides. who would dare question the
/ signature Of Colonel Jaroslav2 None
would ever know that Nicholas Pa
/ shua was Serge Nasloff, nor viii
/ my escape ever be brought home to
/ you In a free country 7 will lead
a different life, and the world viii
never hear Of me again"
with various emotions depicted in
! his face. Andre Dagmar had listened
To this passionate speech, and now,
with an expression full of horror and
! despair he paced to and fro across
| the room. thinking how he could best
make answer. Suddenly ne turned on
his brother so ferceIy that the latter
! covered and shrank back, as though
fearing q blow
Are you not satisfied" he cried,
TO have driven cur mother into the
grave with a broken heart and bowed
down our father with sorrow2 And
now YOU demand a last sacrifiCe-my
honor. How can ever hold up my
head and fulfill the obligations of my
high office. if I DO this thing2 I viii
not speak Of the risk. which I assure
YOU is not inconsiderable. You ask
me to be a traitor to the Gar who
has ever honored our family Do
you wonder that I hesitate to do a
favor to his greatest enemy
But think of the equencss If
YOU refuse" cried Paul Il shah
be arrested and hanged in the public
square-without even the formally
Of a triaI-or at the best sent to 81
+ IBERIA for life. And think, too, Of the
publicity. Many viii surely discover
that Serge MasIof is in reality Paul
Dagmar. the son of the iIlustrious
/ Count Vastly. and brother to Captain
/ Andre Dagmar of the imperial guard.
Where will be the boosted honOrs
Of our family them Those who know
the truth now are few"
Enough" said Andre. in a hoaTse,
changed voice. 'Heartless wretch
that you are, I must still remember
that you are Of my bIood-that you
are my brother I viii do what you
/ ask. and may God forgive me and
you, In return for this sacrifice ]
ask you TO keep your promise-to
lead better life in that far country
which will become your home"
Andres voice failed him. He sat
down at a small desk and began 10
write hastily. while Paul stood 81
IentIy by the window. having by this
time donned his false mustache and
goggles.
At last Andre rose with a sealed
and folded paper in his hand.
Here is the order for the passport, %
he said, in a low voice. That stamp
on the outside will take you past
the guards and give you an audience
with the inspector [ need not eau
ton you 10 be discreet"
Paul took the paper and put it
safely away.
Il cant thank you as You deserve,
he said. with much emotion, but 7
appreciate this all the same ! viii
keep my promise. be assured Of that
And nov ] must 70. Farewell, An
. Dire. AMI God be with you-"
With a quick motion Andre threw
his arms about his brother and kissed
him on the lips
Farewell, Paul" he murmured
Z and then tearing loose he threw him
self into q chair by the table and
buried his face in his arms. not hear
ing the opening and closing of the
. door, nor the footsteps that grew
fainter and fainter as they passed
down the stairway
Andre is thinking Of those long ago
days when Paul was young and in
uocent, and the sharer Of his boyish
sports. We VIII leave him there alone
with his sorrow while we relate as