Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-03-26

I chief pure negro, his finance minister a
Jew peddler, and his serene highness Prince
Menshikoff a bakers apprentice"
| Count me in as one of the anarchist
princes audience laughed Carlingham'
who knew that his great-grandfather on one
| side kept an eating house at the Battery.
please take me. I am intensely interest
| ed in Russia" said his sister.
"Ermyntrude! We are going to Lady Am
! bleton's dance" cried her indignant mother.
The Earl of ValIetort ate a peach, think
| ing it was cheese. Armstrong had muddled
him hopelessly. The unconscious cause OF
! this commotion was waylaid by Ermyntrude
i afterward. With the countess out of the
| room her manner became less airy.
do you remain in town long?' she asked.
"Only month. Then go back to India u
II am sorry. I suppose we shall not see
| you again in years.
NO he said somewhat stiff1y. He
| thought he had stided certain memories eff
| fectualy, but they crowded on him hotfoot
as he looked into the depths Of her blue
| eyes.
| She shot a quick glance at him. "a
| month, she said, tentatively. THAT means
| you will be here for Ascot?"
Yes Indeed, leave town the following
| Thursday"
I'VE have house party at Ascot. Mother
| thought 1t would be nice"
"It should be charming" he said, forcing
himself to look steadily at her. Had she
| forgotten he wondered, that night on the
! Nevsky Prospect, when their sleigh col
| lided with kibitka driven by a drunken
man? It was not a great thing to remem-
ber-a crash. a startled scream, a warm
clasp when he held her close to his breast
as he sprang clear of the plunging horses
but it meant much to him. and the memory
| hurt, for it was SO impossible to say what
| his eyes had said then
| Are you vexed with me?" she asked,
! quietly.
| So he smiled, on compulsion. IT vexed?
With Lady Ermyntrude Grandson" he be-
gan. chaffingly Then the hot blood rushed
| to his face and the words came unbidden.
| God forbid!" he murmured. II take with
| me to India the recollection of too many
| happy hours to be vexed at you"
by the way, Armstrong said CARING
| ham, strolling casually toward them as he
| heard a premonitory rustic Of the countess
| dress across the drawing room toward the
! conservatory, what time Is that anarchist
| affair? I suppose we can't dine. What do
you say If we go there first, rush home and
dress, and sup at the Carlton?"
The lecture was Of the usual terrifying
! type; but no one seemed to feel strongly
! about atrocities committed in the cars
| name.
| People sat in small parties on wooden
benches and chairs grouped around tables.
The place was i'll lighted. Tea and coffee
were to be had cheaply. Pipes, cigarettes,
| even cigars, were in the mouths of all the
men. The women smoked cigarettes, loose
| ly folded in the Spanish fashion. Oddly
enough. the audience consisted of Italians,
| Germans, Frenchmen, Polish Jews. There
was only sprinkling Of Russians-even
more Britons. Not many genuine Russians
live in London.
/ How long, oh, Lord! how long? Our peo-
pie suffer in bondage; they are melancholy
with the dumb pain of animals; their silent
plant reaches to Thy throne. Shall they
not hope? Are generations yet unborn to
bear the yoke of the oppressor? The speak
er's fiery orbs scintillated as he uplifted his
| thin hands, raised his face in ecstatic agony
| and told how the Souls on Fire awaited
/ their deliverance His silvery locks and
benignant aspect lent thrill of conviction
1 to his impasSoned words
| That was the worst of it, thought some
| among the few Englishmen who were at the
lecture attracted by curiosity. Things could
not be SO bad in any land, Human nature
| would not stand it. The princely professor
| had chosen isolated cases, brutal fragments
| Of nations history-and what nation can
| reveal none? He made his case too blood
curdling. If men were ground into the dust
If women were fiogged, If boys were con-
verted into slaves and girls into-why, hui
mainly would rise and rend it's tyrants.
Does that kind of thing really go on in
Russian whispered Lord Carlingham to his
friend while the lecturer searched through
pages of statistics.
II believe SO. heard queer tales at Sara.
toff; but the people are cowed, stolid-silent
| with it ALL"
Queer people here" said Lord CARING
ham, again, when babel of voices at the
conclusion Of the harangue made it possible
to speak aloud.
Eyes. Look at our friend at the next
table"
The man to whom Armstrong drew atten.
ton was tall and grossly compacted. Take
from him his shoddy suit and bowler hat
dress him in a fur cap, sheepskin coat
loose trousers tucked into big boots-he was
a typical muzhik a peasant Of Little Rus.
STA. His face was heavy. his forehead Low
and deeply lined, his eyebrows bushy an6
overhanging. while a dropping neither liz
lent no redeeming strength to his wide
coarse mouth. He was bearded like pard
Eye gods! he is a picture. The true ar.
ticle, anyhow
Eyes. One wonders why he has wandered
here"
Cant you talk to him? sooner wouli
listen to you than eat"
Thus prompted. Armstrong sought pre-
text to address the uncouth being in whom
lthey were interested. The man took from