The sun. (Jacksonville, Fla.) 1905-1908, 1906-05-26

instant, and five minutes later / was
tearing down the Morskaya in drosky
along the canal and across the Nicholas
Bridge to the address upon the envelope.
The house was, l found, somewhat
smaller than its neighbors, but not let
out in flats as the Others. Upon the
door was large brass plate bearing the
name, "Olga Stassulevitch modes" |
pressed the electric button, and in an
swer a tall, clean.shaven Russian servant
opened the door.
MADAME is not at home," was his
brief reply to my inquiry
"Then l will see the Red Priest" /
said in a lower tone. IL come from
Elma Heath" Thereupon, without fur
Their word, the man admitted me into the
long, dark hall and closed the door with
an apology that the gas was not lighted.
But striking match he led me up the
broad staircase and into small, cosy,
well-furnished room on the second floor,
evidently the sitting room of some stu
dious person, judging from the books
and critical reviews lying about.
For few minutes waited there, un-
til the door reopened, and there entered
man of medium height with shock of
long snOw-white hair and almost patri-
archal beard, whose dark eyes that age
had dimmed flashed out at me with a
look of curious inquiry, and whose move
ments were those of person not quite
at his ease.
81 have called on behalf of Mademoi-
selle Elma Heath, to give this letter to
MnA a IN NIL nh I oh "a h
sent to place it in the hands of the Red
Priest" explained in my best Russian.
"Very well, sir" the old man re-
sponded in quite good English. 81 am
the person you SEEK" and taking the let
ter he opened it and read it through.
saw by the expression of his fur
rowed face that its contents caused him
the utmost CONSERVATION. His cOunte-
nance, already pale, blanched to the lips,
while in his eyes there shot fire of
quick apprehension. The thin, almost
transparent hand holding the letter
trembled visibly.
"You know Mademoiselle-ehT he
asked in hoarse, strained voice as he
turned to me. "You will help her to es-
cape?"
IL will risk my own life in order to
save hers" declared.
"And your devotion to her is prompted
by whati" he inquired suspiciously.
was silent for moment. Then
confessed the truth.
my affection"
"Ah!" he sighed deeply. "Poor young
lady! She, who has enemies on every
hand, sadly needs friend. But can we
trust you-have you no fears"
"Of what?"
"Of being implicated in the coming
revolution in Russian Remember | am
the Red Priest. Have you never heard
of mes My name is Otto Kampf."
Otto Kampfl
stood before him open-mouthed. Who
in Russia had not heard of that mys-
terious unknown person who had di-
rected hundred conspiracies against
the Imperial Autocrat, and yet the iden.
tity of whom the police had always
failed to discover. 1t was believed that
Kampf had once been professor of chem
istry Mt Moscow University, and that he
had invented that most terrible and de.
structive explosive used by the revolu'
tionists. The ingredients of the power
full compound and the mode of firing it
was the secret of the Nihilists alone
and Otto Kampf, the mysterious leader,
whose personality was unknown even to
the conspirators themselves, directed
those constant attempts which held the
Emperor and his Government in such
hourly terror.
Rewards without number had been of
fered by the Ministry of the Interior for
the betrayal and arrest of the unseen
man whose power in Russia, permeating
every class, was greater than that of the
Emperor himself-at whose very word
one day the people would rise i'm body
and DESTROY THAR onnrnssnra