The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1909-03-04
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was student at the university.
called myself Il student, though my
mind was rather bent on obtaining
freedom from despotism than my stud
les. st. Petersburg was full OF revo-
luton and consequently full of spies.
One day l left our depot for revolu-
tiOnary supplies, having filled my
pockets with them, and l started out
to leave them at points from which
they would be further distributed. A
man was standing near the door open
ing on to the street, who eyed me
sharply. l knew at once that he was
a spy sent to watch those who came
and went from the house. We were
suspected. Without appearing to notice
him l sauntered off, swinging my cane
unconcernedly, but when l got to a
corner turned on purpose to note
whether he was following me. When
I saw that he was I gave myself up
for lost
I walked on outwardly unconcerned,
inwardly terror stricken, until l saw
an open door, the entrance to a re-
spectacle dwelling. Without reckoning
what further 1 should do or say 1
mounted the steps. passed in at the
door and closed it after me. No one
was in the hall l went into a room
evidently used for reception room.
This, too, was empty. Lace curtains
covered the windows opening on to
the street, and, peeping through, 1 saw
the spy looking up at the house with a
puzzled expression. He stopped one
who was passing, pointed to the house
and asked question. l could not hear
what it was, but presumed he asked
who lived there The person evidently
told him what he wished to know, for
he appeared satisfied, but | was dis
appointed that he did not go away.
Hearing a light footstep behind me,
l turned and saw young girl, dressed
to go out, drawing on a pair of gloves.
She looked at me surprised and for an
explanation as to my presence. My
wits did not work quickly. but this
was all the better, considering the
course I took. / was stammering at
reason for my presence when one &C.
CURED to me. l would pretend to have
got into the wrong house. 1 feigned a
puzzled look, cast my eyes about me,
then asked, "Will you kindly tell me
who lives here?'
"Colonel Andriovitch. superintendent
Of police"
Great heavens! / had stumbled into
the worst possible position-in the
residence Of a chief Of police, my
pockets full of revolutionary docu-
ments and spy waiting for me out
side.
If / pretended to have got into the
wrong house there was nothing for
me to do but leave and walk into the
arms of the spy. If | pretended to
have called on the superintendent /
must have a reason for doing so.
decided on the latter course before In
venting the reason.
'"Then I am not mistaken, after ALL"
I said. 81 have called to see the super
intendent The door stood open, SO I
walked in. Is Colonel Andriovitch at
home"
"No, but expect him every moment.
Will you be seated and wait for himT
] looked at my watch, not to note the
time, but for an excuse to put off a
decision.
II have but little time to spare" I
said. II will wait few minutes.
Colonel Andriovitch is your
"Father."
Indeed! l am very glad. Perhaps
you can help me-"
Howl
Now, the method of her assistance
flashed into my brain with the rapidity
Of an electric current. l lowered my
voice and spoke quickly and impress
lively:
"Come to the window"
She followed me, and l showed her
the spy lettering outside. do you see
that man? He Is a revolutionist. He
belongs to gang who are distributing
revolutionary documents. l have come
here to inform upon them to your IA
Their. The circle suspect me and have
sent this man to spy upon my move
ments. Should l go out on to the
street / would be followed and MUIR
dered."
My story evidently impressed the
girl, and she stood thinking.
But you can stay here till father
returns"
Stay there with my pocket full Of
revolutionary documents and a man
without ready to denounce me! Not II
I could help it. Again I set my inven-
tive powers to work.
"Such a course" I said, would en-.
able the revolutionary circle to get rid
Of their documents and escape. II
there Is a back door through which l
can pass to another street l could go
out join the circle. Of which l am
pretended member, forestall this spy,
and while they are celebrating wheth-
er to believe his story or mine your
father can send and have them ar
rested"
'There are back door," she said,
"and a yard, beyond which is an al
ley"
I was near the window, with my eye
keeping watch outside. Half a block
away I saw a man in uniform coming
down the street. 1t was the superin-
tendent.
"Tell your father when he comes"
said, ''to send to Do street, surround
the house. and he will bag the lot.
Show me the door"
The pirl led mo tO the rear of the