The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1906-05-31

er to an unknown destination. It APP
peared impossible that so much could
have happened in forty-fve minutes.
He wondered what Drummond was do !
ing, and what action he would take
when he found his friend missing.
However, bordering over the matter
brought no solution of the mystery, SO,
being a practical young man., he cast
the subject from his mind, picked up
his heavy overcoat, which he had flung
on the bed, and hung it up on the hook
attached to the door. AS he did this
his hand came in contact with tube in
one of the pockets, and for a moment he :
faund e was ths nrs seare e had
purchased that evening from the chem
ist. This set his thoughts whirling in
another direction. He took from an
inside pocket one of the bottles Of ozak,
examining it under the candle light,
wishing he had piece Of rock with
Tan he to rensca5 be Thu a his
overcoat pocket, took off his boots, and
threw himself on the bed. thankful it
was not an ordinary shelf bunk, but
generous and comfortable resting
place. Now Katherine appeared before
his closed eyes, and hand in hand they
wandered into Greenland togethsr i
his cabin. The candles, which he had
neglected to extinguish, had burn ed
themselves out. The short, ierky
motion Of the steamer indicated that
he was aboard a small vessel, and that
this small vessel was out in the open
sea-. He believed that noise Of some
kind had awakened him, and this was
confirmed by knock at his door which
caused him to spring W, and throw back ak
the bolt. The steward was there, but
-, Tho dim 1irhE of the n9SS3Ca he
saw nothing of the sentinel. He knew.
etThe captain, excellency, wishes to
know if you will breakfast with him or
take your meal in your rooWY"
tain, and say I shall have great pleas
ure in breakfasting with him. ~
'sIt will be ready in a Quarter of an
Ivy HVery good: Come for me at that
time, as I don't know my way about the
boat
The prince washed himself, smoothed
out his rumpled clothes as well as ne
gagged in the latter operation the door
Opened, and the big CAPTAIN himself en-
tered, inclosed in gEstening oilskins:,
"H yvaa pyvaa, highness, said the
captain. "Will you walk the deck be-
fore breakfast9' 80
t<Good-day to you,'' returned the
prince, "and by your salutation 1 take
you to be Finn s
81 am native Of Abo,'' replied the
captain, "and jas you say, a Finn, but
I differ from many of my c O.
as I am good Russian also.
"Well, thete are not too many good
Russians, and here is one who would
rather have heard that you were good
Finn solelyl' ~ ......-
ct is to prevent any mistake, - re
piled the captain, almost roughly. that
I mention(I am good Russian. - 49,.
Right you are, captain, and as !
am a good Russian also, perhaps good
Russion/ No. l can tell me to what part
Of the world he is conveying good Rus
sian No. 2, a man guiltless of any
to take an enforced journey. -. p.
-" Ne may both be good, but the day
is nit, highness. It has been raining
during the, night, and is still DRILLING:
advise you to put on your overcoat.'
ZtThanks, captain, viii = -
The captain in most friendly manner
took the overcoat from its hook, shook
it out, and held it ready to embrace
its owner. Lermontoff showed right
arm, then left, into the sleeves, hunched
the coat up into place, and buttoncd it
at the throat. =. -.e@--.t e, t.:->', =,
"Again, captain, my thanks. Lead
the way and I will follow
They emerged on deck into a dis
NAL gray morning. No land or craft
Of any kind was in sight. The horizon
formed a small, close circle round the
ship. Clouds hung low, running before
the wind, and bringing internationally
little dashes Of rain that seemed still
further to compress the walls Of the
horizon. The sea was not what could
be called rough, but merely ehoppy and
fretful, with short waves that would
not have troubled larger craft. The
steamer proved to be<a small, undistin-
guished, dingy-looking boat, more like
a commercial tramp than a government
vessel. An officer, apparently the mate,
stood on the bridge, sinewy hands
the white mist that was almost a fog.
The promenade deck afforded no great
and prisoner walked back and forth
over the restricted space. TALKING re-