Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1905-05-16
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THE COssACK'S MESSAGE.
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Love Affair That Crept Into Rus
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From the Russian.
It was o'clock in the morning. In
the large library where he had spent
the night, the governor general was
busy receiving and answering the re-
ports constantly sent in from the va
| rious posts established throughout the
insurgent city.
In spite of the fur coat which he
wore and the redhot stove beside him,
the governor shivered. The glass in
the windows, broken by the rioters
and as yet neglected, gave free pass
age to the cruel winter winds. The
mans face was white, and large black
circles were around his eyes.
The fatigue and emotions Of the
frightful day Of the insurrection,
through which he had just passed and
which had come In like a thunderbolt
to disturb the peaceful quiet Of his
life, had left their marks on his tired
face, and his cigarette hung, unlit
from his pale lips. The knowledge Of
his q, ,>pearance, his unkempt air, and
he the most correctly dressed man Of
the city, added still another sting to
his troubles.
He glanced wearily, for the thou
sandth time, at the broken panes as
he handed the last dispatch to his
aide. .....
II suppose the glass settlers will reap
harvest after yesterday" he said bit
terly. Things are quieter today, but
/ we must still be on our guard.
| He repressed a yawn. What would
he not give for q good sleep! After
these tragic hours, this unexpected
uprising in city whose loyalty to the
imperial rule had been legendary, so
that the position Of governor had
seemed sort of gilded rest cure; af-
ter these massacres, which he had
himself ordered with more Of a sense
of outraged tedium than danger, the
energy which he was astonished to
have found In himself was becoming
exhausted.
From his window he could see the
ravages Of the fight, which had ragged
fercest about the palace. The public
gardens were trodden into mud by the
cavalry, the gate wrenched awry and
broken off. At the entrance were
! the smoking ruins Of a once prosper
Gus cafe and the snow was stained
| with dark spots that had first been
red. o.. 9Ill
The governor general could hardly
comprehend that such events had TAX
en- place in so short a time and that
his peaceful life had been shaken by
so frightful crisis.
Gentlemen, you will Of course, re-
main in the palace" said he as he
dismissed his officers.
Just my luck!" cried one Of them
Count Michael Liaguine, as, saluting
stiffiy, he hastened out of the govern
or's presence and strode down the
broad stairway.
He was a young man, carefully ele-
CANT in appearance and as active and
alert as II he had not fought all day
and written all night. He had changed
his uniform, and no trace remained OF
the wild riot, save a slight wound or
his forehead, the mark Of a stone
which, aimed more correctly, must
have killed him.
Il He glanced angrily at the closed
doors Of the palace, swearing. and his
nervous hand clinched the hilt of his
sword.
Cursed rebellion!" he cried.
!, In the inner court an improvised
prison, as all the jails were full
to overf1owing. were collected a group
of miserable prisoners, wretched
mass of humanity, stupefed by the
audacity Of a single hour and already
becoming once more resigned to bit
ter, unending tribulation. Many were
wounded and lay upon the ground. 81
lent, uncomplaining. accustomed tc
suffering without help or comfort.
!, A bitter odor arose from these herd
ed men, exalted for q moment by q
gleam Of hope and quickly plunged
again into black desolation, blackel
for the passing light. Count Michael
shuddered with disgust as he passed
them. Misery is ugly and the hand
some man abhorred ugliness.
During the whole morning he wan
dered about the vast edifice, exaspera-
ted at the forced inaction to which his
position as aide condemned him
Around the palace the guarded streets
were quiet with the silence Of death.
What the devil Is the matter with
you, Michael?" demanded one Of his
comrades. You are as nervous as q
woman"
shut up," growled the lieutenant OF
the dragons. Keep your remarks fol
another day. "Tll not stand for them
now"
Toward o'clock after a brief lunch
the count made his way to the gene
rails rooms, intending to solicit g
special pass for outside service. But
the governor was still asleep. Then
impatient, the young man wrote g
few words on a page Of his note book
and, enclosing 1t In an official envelope
called the captain Of one of the guards
Tell one of your men to saddle i'm
mediately and take this letter." he
said.
Yes. your Excellency," said the cap
! tain. "Yemelian, saddle and come to
me-" he called as the lieutenant strode
: away.
|, Yemelian was a colossal, broad
shouldered, wide mouthed soldier
J with a short curly beard and clear blue
eyes, a veteran Of long service, but
simple as a child beneath his stern
demeanor. He saddled his horse, lis
: tened to three repetitions Of the ad-
dress given him by the captain, for
he could not read, put the letter ir
his saddle bag and started.
He crossed the devastated square al
rapid trot, passing the Gordon OF
troops drawn up around the Mobiles
club and turned down the Berditskaia
usually the busiest street Of the city
and now deserted, the glass windows of