The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1907-01-23

I "Meyer-Ivan Meyer. I am a Rus
sian by nationality, a Swede by
rights - for 1 am. a native OF the
Baltic Provinces"
Again VINEYARD bowed, and waited
with some unsympathetic silence for
some further information.
You know the name of Marie
Bakovitch, monsieur"
II do"
."she is at present at Walso, near
to here"
do you come to me on the part
| of mademoiselle?" asked the Eng
lishman somewhat coldly.
mo; I come on my wi account"
Indeed" VINEYARD moved rest
lessly from one foot to the other, and
by casting glances up at the clouds,
down toward his own boots, and in
| Discriminatory around, indicated
| gently that he was not DESTROYS Of
prolonging an interview with this
mysterious youth.
Suddenly Ivan Meyer took cour-
age, and stepping closer to his COM
panion said passionately:
II come to you because you have
ruined my life. I am the lover Of
Marie Bakovitch. Her love for me
Or the prospect of winning it
was the one bright spot in my ex-
istence, which has been as dark as
that of every young Russian. For
her I worked night and day in the
hopes of n day becoming a great
artist; for her sake I would willing
ly have thrown my life away. But
| for~her sweet influence I would have
become a Terrorist, fighting a glori-
Gus battle by means so foul that God
can only frown upon the righteous
| side and UNFOLD the tyrant. For her
sake I forgave my fathers exile, my
mothers death, my W miserable
childhood; and just at the moment
when happiness seemed within my
| reach, when I felt sure of winning
Marie's love, you rose upon the
bright horizon of my joy; and now
now you r driving her mad. I
should have hated you; at n time,
I thought I did, but now I know that
it is not you, but your power, that. I
hate. I have known of Marie's, pro-
ject for a year, and have ever striv-
en- to make her give it up. 1t is
not for your sake that I have done
this, but for hers; nevertheless, I
have some claim upon you. Surely
I am justified in calling upon you
now, in the name of all you hold sa-
cred, to obey me-to come, now,
with me to Marie Bakovitch!"
But. said VINEYARD, with true
British calmness, "but what good
can I do?"
ri do not know; we are in the
hands Of Providence; but she, is for
vel asking for you," replied the
Russian, dehantly.
For me?"
"Yes; in her moments of calmness
the name of Mistley is ever on her
lips, and when she becomes excited
she attempts to come out to seek
you. I have locked her in our little
sitting room, promising to come and
find you. Sometimes I think she is
mad, monsieur, and at other times
I think I am so myself. Will you
come? I have provided for every
thing. Marie is calmer tonight;
but she never sleeps now. Mrs. Arm
strong, u landlady, has, her room
in an outbuilding. All Walso is
asleep; it is safe" .
Still VINEYARD hesitated. Ivan
Meyer evidently did not know of the
meeting by the stream, he reflected;
and the sight of the man she had at
tempted to murder might have a
terrible effect upon the girl.
SIS it-possible-that you think
this a trap?" asked Meyer, slowly.
That decided the young English
man.
II will 60 with you" he said, SIM
ply. THE thought you suggest
never entered my head" -.