Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-04-10

VINO naO been killed IN the Scume.
| remembered all then, and looked round
wildly for Anne. There was no sign either OF
her or of Nataya
scrambled up, impatently binding my
handkerchief tight round my wounded head,
which was bleeding profusely now, and stood
over the silent woman.
Where are they? Where is the lady who
| was with your" demanded hoarsely. AN
swer me, for Gods sake!''
"They took her away those fends incarnate,
and the O. ner woman got up and ran after,
| she answered DULY. There was an officer with
| them. He cried out that they would teach her
| not to insult the army"
felt my blood run cold. Since returned
| to this accused country l had seen many, and
! heard of more, deeds of such fiendish cruelty
perpetrated on weak women on innocent little
children, that knew what the Cossacks were
capable of when their blood was up. They
were, as the woman said fends incarnate at
such times.
My strength came back to me, the strength
| of madness, and l rushed down that stricken
| street with but one clear idea in my mind,-to
die avenging Anne; for knew no power on
| earth could save her.
| As ran the tumult waxed louder, coming,
| guessed, from the great square to which the
street led at this end.
| Halfway along, a woman huddled in the
| roadway clutched at me. with moaning cry.
shook off her grasp, glanced at her, and saw
she was Natalya. The faithful soul had not
been able to follow her mistress far:
Where have they taken herr" l cried.
She could not speak; but she glared at ne. a
world of anguish and horror in her dark eyes,
| and pointed in the direction l was going, and
hurried on. had kill" in my hand, the
deadly little bludgeon of lead set on spira!
copper spring that was the tavorite weapon of
the mob, though / haven't the least notion
when picked it up
| Now / was on the fringe of the crowd that
overlooked from the square and was pushing
my way forward toward the center. furious
vortex of noise and confusion. A desperate
| fight was in progress, surging round something,
ut is Anna Petrovnal" woman screamed
above the din. "They tore her clothes from
her: they are beating fer to death. Mother of
MercyI That such things should be''
! 4 LA VIE EFT A LA MORT Save her!
L" Avenge heri" some one shouted, myself
think and the cry was taken up and echoed
on all sides. So there must be many of the
II league in the turmoil.
i Now was in the thick of it, swaying, strug-
i Cling mass of men and horses, many of the
horses plunging riderless as the wild horsemen
were dragged from their saddles and disap-
| peared in that stormy of outraged human
ity. The Cossacks were getting the worst of it
for once. not doubt of that
herl Back, 1 say! Make way there! Let us
pass!"
Mishka's voice and Mishka's burly figure,
mounted on horse, pressed forward slowly,
forcing a way through for another horseman
who followed close in his wake,
| MAKE way, comrades!" shouted Mishka
again, and at the cry, at the sight of the grim
silent horseman in the rear, curious lull fell
on all within sight and hearing, though else
1 where the strife ragged furiously as ever.
| Loris sat erect in his saddle, as if on parade,
bare headed, his face set like a white mask, his
brilliant blue eyes fixed, expressionless,-no.
that's not the right word, but can't say what
the expression was; neither horror nor anguish,
nor despair, just quiet steady gaze, without
trace of human emotion in it. Save that he
was breathing heavily and slowly, he might
have been statue-or corpse. am sure he
was quite unconscious of his surroundings.
The reins lay loose on his horses neck, and,
though its sides heaved and its coat was
plaster of foam and blood. the good beast took
its own way quietly through that densely
packed, suddenly silent mob, if it, like its
master, was oblivious of the mad world around
| them.
| But it was on the burden borne by the silent
horseman that every eye was fixed, burden
partly hidden by a soldiers greatcoat. knew
She was dead, we all knew it. though the head
with its bright disheveled hair. it lay heavily
on her lovers shoulder, seemed to have SEM
blance of life as it moved slightly with the rise
and fall of his breast. Her face was hidden;
but from under the coat one long arm swayed
| limp, its whiteness hideously marred with