The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1909-07-30

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cause. To do evil that good might
come would never bring justice to ll,l.
manity. 1t was no sane creed to which
he had pinned his faith. Il would
give it up-I will give it up," he said
| to his soul: IF l am to live, win
mete out tenderness to the oppressed,
rather than violence to the powerful"
Suddenly he knew what he must do
| he must create an excitement to make
| her fly to him. He could see her so
plainly, and she was looking at him
through racing glasses. To fire in the
air would leave her frightened and
stunned-to aim among the crowd
might injure others, but to-he thrust
her note into his pocket-there was a
CLINT of steel in his hand. He turned
the weapon upon himself and fired.
The revolver shot came like a boom
in the silence. Women shrieked in the
uncertainty of what had happened, but
one woman knew and with agonized,
hurrying footsteps, dashed for the
aisle. Keep your seats!" shouted the
cool-headed, and there was frightened
obedience from the crowd. but she
plunged on. Women who saw her face
made way for her; men, feeling her
plight, helped her where they could,
but she did not feel their guiding
hands.
Suddenly, like an awful roar of thun-
der, came that other sound! Vladimir,
bleeding, barely conscious, heard it..
Thank God-I-did-not- His
surging brain trailed into throbbing in
the dimness of the thought, and then
he was in darkness
There was panic, but there was NO
stampede. The frightened horses had
been led back-there would be no race.
Women tainted or sobbed and the few
injured groaned. The cry ran through
the crowd: AN attempt had been
made upon the grand dukes life"
The terrorist had given himself UP
and was led off by the police, though
angry hands would have seized him.
His hand had played him false. An
unknown man had chosen the wrong
moment to commit suicide and the
shot had unnerved him. The grand
duke was not even injured and was
able to assist the wounded about his
box. And Paul had-failed.
She lsnelt beside the unconscious
man. The doctor was bending over
him. He was large man with grave,
earnest eyes, and he loked in her love.
ly, agonized face with a gaze of keen
scrutiny. They were in one of the Of
flcers boxes, whittier they had carried
Vladimir after the excitement had
somewhat abated.
"a terrorist who knew of the plot"
some said. lie is not" the girl said,
with quiet indignation, but a steady
voice. HE knew nothing of the out.
rage. He is NJ. Vladimir Valinoff, my
betrothed."
Just then those near her spoke an
other name and she went white. The
doctor saw the flood OF emotions sweep
her face-knowledge, love, agony,
| fear. He caught her gaze, steadyinc
her with look, and she did not speak.
| Bending over the injured man the doc
| tor Slipped something white from a
| pocket into one Of his own. Alexandria
alone saw the covert act. With profess
sional deftness he worked on at the
bandages.
The ambulance is waiting" one of
the officials said, and the doctor rose
to his feet to lead Alexandria to the
door,
will he recover" she said, plead.
ingly.
The doctors hand closed over hers
for an instant. There is chance, a
faint chance" he said kindly.
Then, as they passed the little knot
of listeners he stood aside, formally,
for the girl to pass out of the door.
She felt the conjecture, she felt the
suspicion. She almost thought she
could hear them asking: why did he
shoot himself if he was not one of
them?"
She drew herself upright in gentle
dignity and her lip trembled. Her eyes,
in proud confidence. sought the doc
tors alone. but her words were not low
We've had quarreled," she said
humbly. please help him to live"
IN the doctors face was look of ad.
miration and understanding; in hers a
quick flash Of answering gratitude.
You may depend upon me to do all
in my power, madenoiselle," he said
with grave courtesy, land wish tc
thank you for SO speedily identifying
the injured man. There were no pa
pers of any sort on his person."
The tide had turned. The little
group at the door stepped back in un
spoken sympathy.
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