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convicts. but as honorable workers."
''What was the crime?' asked Fran
ces. She was very pale. but quite
calm.
"Why, it became known to Inspector
Jansky of the police that certain num-
Der of men congregated here and seem
ed to hold secret meetings. He investi-
gated and discovered that this was the
headquarters of a circle of nihilists
He arrested them all. but many es-
caped.'
And the proof?'
Letters from Vladimir found on
them"
Frances sighed and turned sadly
away.
You are an American" continued Ne
slerov. land cannot understand how
man who appeared to you to be simple
and contented with his lot should prove
to be an assassin. This same spirit
permeates cur best society 1t comes
TO the surface even among the relatives
of our highest mobiles. My own cousin
was sent to Siberia. had no pity for
him, because he was rich. educated and
had no reason to complain. But the
aulpoffs-now that | know you are
interested in them-I will protect them
from further harm"
81 thank you" said Frances sadly.
Neserov slipped coin into the hand
of the drosiy driver, and he immedi-
ately had cause to go to his horses,
which were standing peacefully enough
where he left them
Il wish to speak one word before we
leave here" said the prince. taking the
hand of Frances. which she. in her sur.
prise. permitted him to hold moment.
ii love you. | have loved you ever
since the day saw you first. We
have beautiful women in Russia, but
none like You. am rich, powerful and
am not Offering you an empty name.
Win you be my wife, my princess?"
Prince Neslerov," said Frances gen
tly. h"t still in a tone of reproof. you
cannot mean, am sure, to take ad-
vantage of my situation, alone and at
Your mercy You are gentleman.
Please leave such words for more fit
ling OCCASION
All occasions are the same to man
who loves as do" answered Neslerov.
\ asked your father. He treated the
matter rs of no concern. To me it is
.ly life. Make me happy. the world
S yours. Refuse me. you plunge me
'rto deep despair. do not care to live
without YOU"
What nonsense!' said Frances. "Ev-
erybtiy has sooner or later to live
wlrfiout Il loved one. My father-I-my
mother died many years ago. He loved
her He has been true to her memory.
but he has lived"
All. but that is not the same thing
ct all. Had possessed you for time
and lost you at the command of death.
then | could live happy in the blessed
memory. But to love you and lose you
10 another. All, would kill him."
You are mad. Such words do not
inspire love in the heart of an Ameri-
can girl. Fools kill their rivals, but ii
Is poor revenge. / do not love you,
prince, and so cannot marry you. Lei
that end the matter. l must now re-
turn to Moscow
You shall not go till you are mine"
aied Neslerov, driven to madness by
her coldness. He sprang forward and
slammed the door, shutting them alone
in the unoccupied house. He stepped
toward her. His breath came hot upon
her cheeks. His arms We're outstretch-
cd to seize her. There was q look of
mad passion in his eyes.
She knew no help was near or posi-
bic. The drosky driver was Russian
and would not fight the prince. She