The Press., 1911-07-05


 our living rooms with a wildly beating heart. l was shocked to see my hus- band sitting in an easy chair reading. He gave me and my attendant look of wonder as we entered, but I knew that 1t was assumed. It told me also, or, rather, inferred, that he had been warned and had remained at home in the hope that he might save me.
 I threw myself at his feet and beg ged him not to condemn me unheard; that the fact that came in charge of a police officer would be explained; that had made a blunder which had resulted in very serious consequences. In short, recounted what had said to the police officers.
 My husband took the cue readily, though I gave him plenty of time to understand by not leaving him an op- portunity for reply, so voluminous were my excuses for coming home in charge of an officer But when paused for breath my husband raised me, took me in his arms and said to he:
 "I believe every word you say. I confess I have been jealous of this man, who has been trying to induce you to look favorably upon him, but I have perfect confidence that you would not tell me lie." Then on pretense of kissing me on the cheek he whispered:
 "Leave it to me-"
 "And, now, sir," he said, turning to the officer, "what can I de to con- &Aok Rn a nN1o 1NpRN ject of the emperor?"
 "I must search these rooms," said the man doggedly.
 "Do so. Go where you like. They are all on this 1oor."
 But the man, though not very bright looking, was not so stupid as to let us remain in the living room while he went elsewhere.
 "You come with me-" he said, includ- ing both of us.
 Certainly" said my husband. "We will assist you in your search. We will open up every closet, guide you to every nook, and when you are con- vinced of our loyalty I trust that you will report it so that 1t may reach his majesty's ears"
 There were but few rooms, and We or, rather, my husband-led him through them all. In a cabinet was found a number of pamphlets that my husband had published some years be- fore embodying suggestions to the gov ernment as to how to deal with revO- lutionists and profuse with expressions of loyalty. The pamphlet had been written when my husband first be- came interested in better1ng the con- dition of our people and had greatly pleased the government. But the sug- gestions had not been followed, and the author had taken the work of edu- cation into his own hands. did not doubt that he had placed these pam phlets where they would be found, though he had done so, expecting that an officer of higher rank would ex- anime them.
 The officer glanced at them, then put them under his arm to turn over to his superior. He poked his nose ev- anywhere till finally my husband threw open the door of a closet. The man entered. and quick as a flash my husband closed the door. The man knew at once that he had been tricked, put his foot in the opening and en- deavored to force his way out. My husband and I both resisted, but we were scarcely equal to the task. One thought of Siberia was enough to give us sufficient strength to hold our own, and, while my husband remained brac- ed against the door, I, who am by no means a light woman, brought the heel of my heavy walking boot down on the officers toes. The pain must have been intense, but he held his foot in place. looked about for something heavier than my boot and in a fire place noticed the andirons. A few sec onds' absence was enough to bring one of them, with which dealt such blows that they must have broken every bone in the mans foot. He withdrew it, and turned the key in the lock.
 I, being dressed for the street. need ed to put on no other clothing, and. my husband seizing his hat, we were about to go downstairs when we heard the door below open and. looking down the staircase, saw three officers of po- lice enter. Doubtless and my guard had been shadowed. The house was built in a block, walls at the sides, open front and rear. We rushed to a bedroom at the rear, locked the door, made a rope of the bedclothing and let ourselves down to the ground. Running through the back yard to an alley. I turned and looked back. The police were at the window through which we had escaped. In another minute we were walking with appar- ent unconcern on a crowded street.