The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1909-08-15
"The brdeapparen gazd then her head Neither"

/ aside. What he saw as the machine re-
Nolved It's plates was nothing so remark
I able The pictures showed a riot in q
/ city street. soldiers in Colored uniforms
| priests, crosses, a procession, tho rabhlp
a line Of wildly sketChed Cossacks upon
distorted horses. To more careful OBJ.
server tho want OF perspective wouIc
have indicated that the pictures were not
wholly photographs from life The ex-
hibit bore the legend. Massacre of a
regiment, St Petersburg, May 81"
"Who-what is it?" KaIxta demanded
I The girl. trembling pitifully, had clutcheC
his arm, but still hid her eyes with her
I free hand
Jonas. That red soldler-the red one
The Cossack was killing him. Under the
horse he fell, the saber in the heart. Ny
Jonas,"
Nonsense. It is Just a picture. ! don't
see II. You dreamed II. And how 90 you
know hlm?"
4 saw his face; so plain. so plain it
You are sure? Look again"
no. no. no."
Come away. then. Come outside. Walk
That IS the best thing for you"
Up and down the pavements thew
tramped in the sultry afternoon. Kallxta
asked no questions, for the suffering in
the girls look left him without a doubt.
This, then, was her real heart. A little
be pitied her; but the Jealous conqueror
in him ragged the more for that
stop cry for him. You have cried
enough. Who is he?"
Jonas Karvel!s"
" al
what was he 10 yOu?"
WAS my jaunikis"
Kalixta swOre furiously. with all the
greatest oaths Of his peasant NorthIand
1t was horrible, wicked and. Of course
dangerous 10 his soul; but the frivolous
unaccountable woman in Antonina lis
tened-nay, took comfort from the per
Torrance.
We'll. they drew him for a soldier. and
the soldiers marched away"
Them"
Then nothing"
Il am your taunkls."
The girl shrugged her shoulders.
Nor my name is not Dove"
NO need TO be Jealous II was a vear
ago in March that Jonas went away 7
suppose the little yellow men NAV have
shot him; never heard any more after
the regiment marched. Also 1 never saw
you until yesterday"
kalixta was fair-minded. though hot
tempered. AS they paced the crowded
sidewalks. lodging the passersby uncon-
sciously, more just appreciation of az
fairs formed itself IN his mind. lie would
be master-yes: b;;t the girl should have
reason and kindness.
"A year ago in March" he repeated.
Poor fellow. Something must have han
pened to him or you would have heard.
That is-can he writer"
Like a lawyer"
Then 7 am afraid he is gone. little
emigrant." His voice took Il tose OF gem
uine sympathy. 1T is good YOU told me
the truth. See you know mine, 7 know
yours Since that Is So we can forget
both stories. Does that go we'll? And
you might as well marry me as any other
in America"
you are kind. a good man, Kalixta-
Even If went back. there IS no way.
Russia Is Just q great desert Of peopIe
when YOU lose some one"
Yes, ] think ne is dead; but even IL he
is not, there is no way"
They walked again in silence. At
length Kaiixta suggested
Let rs get the trimmings and tho
gloves and the rest now"
II went to his heart with quite unrea-
sonable relief 10 see tho stages by which
Antonina crept back 20 cheerfulness
wednesday. like Tuesday came fair
and warm. The men OF the household
were Off for the shaft by e:30. The dress
maker came at S. In questions Of fashion
Oracle found congenial matter for dis