Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1904-09-09

forward, carrying the window Frame
with crash to the ground, where | lie,
cut, bruised and painting.
There Is no sound save the wind tus-
sling with the trees and bushes that en-
close me. No! what is that? It is the
faint music Of trickling water! My very
soul longs for it! My swollen and parch-
ed tongue makes a futile effort to lick my
lips.
At length, putting out my shaking
hand, feel the ground moist. announcer
movement, and yet another, and l come
in contact with a cool iron tank! sun
one desperate effort, and | have dragged
myself up by its edge. My fingers are In
water, my lips touch it!
I take-ah, what draught; and sink
to the ground again, whilst tears | can
not check rush to my eyes-a perfect
torrent of unspeakable relief. | scram-
Bile to my feet. That drink has Won
derfully revived mo. And moment l
pause to lave my temples in the water
before starting on my hazardous ven
ture.
To get out from amongst the trees and
ascertain my whereabouts must be my
first step; so I commence to feei my way
along the wall uStil | turn the corner
of my recent prison, and at length
emerge under the open sky, on what ap-
pears to be a gravel drive. | can dimlS
discern the outlines of things near me-
and within a few feet of me the Sleep
ing box of a Waterman, which lmpels
me to beat a hasty retreat in amongst
the trees again. Now | begin moving
in q sIanting direction, with view to
arriving at the garden wall; and l even
tually come against it; but, alas! my
hopes of escape are on the wane again
it is too high to scale! BafHed, but
still determined, l set my teeth, and
follow the wall. Presently | come out
on q path, and before me is long, low
shed, open to the front. 1T is gar
dener's toolshed" I surmise, and swift
as light follows the thought: Here l
shall surely find something to aid me-"
I grope my way in, and just then,
as if sent by a merciful Providence, the
neon breaks through a cloudrift, and
shows me gardeners light ladder. In
a moment it is dark again. But l have
the ladder, and the darkness is just what
1 want.
1t is the work Of a few moments to
place the ladder in position, to mount
it, and drop to the other side. | lean
for support against the wall, unconscious
of everything save the overwhelming
shock of pain in my head. 1t is my
head-my head. If only it fail me not,
l have confidence in my legs, uncertain
though they be, to carry me whittier l
mean to go.
When I am able to open my eyes l
| at once recognize the locality, for | am as
familiar with ST. Petersburg as a school
boy with the interior of his trousers
| pockets I am in the very heart Of the
city. This is the Nevski Prospect, and
| stand outside the extensive grounds OF
Prof. Schleeman, one Of the first sur
| geons we have, and second to few in the
| world.
"And so you have purchased the body
| of your old pupil for dissection, little
fatherw I smile grimly. "And | am a
| thief, for I am stealing it from you"
The light Of q street lamp shines full
| on me. I retire quickly out of its radia-
ton, and pause to consider my next
| move.
| My object has been, since quitting the
shady retreat Of my coffin, to make for
the quarters Of my friend Ivan IvaGo-
| witch Kolinsky, there to lie i'll hiding
| until I should have sufficiently regained
my forces to fly the country! now, how
ever, I must change my plans. Ivan
| lodges fully three versts from here; to
reach him I should have to traverse
| many streets and run many risks, even
if my strength held out. l put hand
to my raging temples, and pass in review
the different members Of our section. In
the urgency of the case 1 may not in
dulge preference; the nearest must be my
designation. 1t is none other than Ma
| ruscha! Yes, to gain her lodging is my
only chance, for I can gain it in twenty
minutes if 1 am fortunate. My love lives
at this end of the Bazaar" over fur
| rier's shop.