The Huttig news., 1913-07-26

The automobile with the three men went farther, where the streets and elevated sidewalks were crowded with people. Mozrak looked around and back, as if he expected to see some one he knew.
 "Here!" The man at the wheel obeyed. Wait for me at the next cor ner, with everything in readiness. and when I jump into the car you are to let her out" Mozrak left the automo- bile and threaded his way through the crowd. The big car turned the corner indicated and stopped. Mozrak walked far enough to get its bearings, then returned to the center of the block. His hand strayed toward his hip pocket, rested there for a second and then he stood watching the passing throng.
 In the meantime the four on horse back neared the building in a slow trot; as they reached the buster streets their horses fell into walk.
 Napoleon rode on Astra's left and they were closely followed by Rositta and Hale. They passed the building and were nearing the place where Moz- rak leaned against lamp post, smok- ing contentedly. He saw the coming quartet. and took deep breath. When they had reached the center Of the block, near where he stood, his right hand went into his hip pocket. Just as the four on horseback reached him he jumped toward Astra with leveled arm, and the glint of an automatic pis- tol was seen.
 The pistol was pointed at As.ra. whose horse made a nervous jump when the man came forward. Before the man could pull the trigger Napo- Icons whip missed through the air, hitting him squarely in the face. The pistol exploded; the bullet grazed Ma poleon's right shoulder, and before the fellow could make another attempt to shoot he was seized by two onlookers and his pistol was knocked from his grasp. He was daZed by blow and stood looking at them blankly.
 Astra tainted, but many kind and willing arms were there to prevent her
 
 Rositta, who just few minutes be- fore was so full of joy, locked at the scene shudderingly.
 Napoleon, like a god of revenge. stood over the man. She could see blood oozing from his right coat sleeve, but that blood was not the cause of her pale, terror-strieken face. It was the face of the assassin that had startled her. She knew that face.
 The police restored order, but before Napoleon let the shaking would-be as- sassin go he spoke to him in a stern, low voice:
 "Who are you?"
 "Nikolay Mozrak." "A Russian?"
 The pale man simply bowed.
 "Who sent you to commit this most 1 miserable deed?" And he shook the man as storm shakes withered leaf
 Tt was my fate, had to do it,. tn, man answered calmly. Miserable curl" said Napoleon, ant l tossed the man into the arms of the waiting guard, then turned toward As l tra.
 Her eyes met those of Napoleon, ap prehensively.
 You are hurt!" she whispered pointing toward his hand.
 Tt must be mere scratch as ] have not felt it."
 The return to the palace was a silent one. Napoleon submitted to the doctors treatment, but his wound was slight, and when it was properly dressed he returned to the drawing room, where Hale was doing his best to drive away the oppression caused by the accident.
 Astra had regained her composure; her only fear was that Napoleons wound might be dangerous, but when she knew it's insignificance she felt better.
 Not so the Countess Rosiny. The color had left her cheeks, and she sat gazing into space. A face danced before her eyes, the face of the anar- chist. They tried in vain to reassure her, but 1t was impossible It took all her will power to force q smile to her pale lips when Napo- leon returned and still more to utter the words: T am glad you were not badly hurt"
 During Hull in the conversation she