The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1914-08-08

| his eyes encountered for d moment
the glowing fuse OF the bomb, which
was twisting about at distance or
an arshin' from him.
A cold horror, which excluded every
other thought and feeling. took pos
session OF his whole being. he COW
cred his face with his hands.
Another second passed--a second
In which a whole world OF thoughts,
feelings, hopes. and memories flashed
through his mind.
which will be killed, Mikhailof
or L? Or both togetherl And II IL is
/, where will II strike? IL In the
head, then all Is over with me; but
II in the leg, they will cut II on, and
shall ask them to be sure to give
me chloroform,- and l may still re-
main among the living. But perhaps
no one but Mikhailoff will be killed
then will relate how we were walk
ing along together, and how he was
killed and his blood spurted over me.
No. it is nearer to melt will kill
mel"
Then he remembered the twenty
rubles which he owed Mikhailor, and
recalled another debt In Petersburg,
which ought TO have been paid long
ago; the gypsy ar which he had sung
the previous evening required to
him The woman whom he loved APP
peared to his imagination in q cap
with lilac ribbons, a man who had
| insulted him five years before, and
whom he had not paid OF for his In
suit, came to his mind, though mex
tricably interviewer with these and
with a thousand other memories the
feeling OF the moment--the fear or
death--never deserted him for an in
slant.
But perhaps 1t will not burst" he
thought, and, with the decision OF
, despair, he tried to open his. eyes.
But at that instant, through his still
closed eyelids. his eyes were smitten
with a red FIRE. and something struck
him in the center of the breast, with
a frfghtful crash; he ran OF. he knew
not whittier, stumbled over his sword.
which had got between his legs, and
fell over on his side.
Thank God! am only bruised"
was his first thought, and he tried
to touch his breast with his hands;
but his arms seemed fettered, and
pincers we're pressing his head. The
soldiers fitted before his eyes, and
he unconsciously counted them:
"One, two. three soldiers; and there
Is an officer, wrapped up In his cloak. =
he thought Then fash passed be-
fore his eyes, and he thought that
something had been fired on; was
III the mortars, or the cannon? IL
must have been the cannon. And
there was still another shot; and
there were more soldiers; five, six,
seven soldiers were passing by him.
Then suddenly he felt afraid that
they would crush him. He wanted
to shout to them that he was bruised;
but his mouth was SO dry that his
tongue Glove to his palate and he
was tortured by q frightful thirst.
He felt that he was wet about the
breast; this sensation OF dampness
reminded him OF water, and he even
wanted to drink this, whatever IL
was. II must have brought the blood
when FELL he thought, and, begin
ming to give way more and more to
terror, lest the soldiers who passed
should crush him. he collected all
his strength, and tried to cry: Take
me with you,n but. instead OF this.
he groaned SO terribly that II fright
ened him to hear himself Then more
red fires flashed In his eyes-and II
seemed to him as though the soldiers
we're laying stones upon him; the
fires danced more and more rarely,
the stones which they piled on him
oppressed him more and more.
He exerted all HIS strength, In or
der to cast OF the stones: he
stretched himself out. and no longer
saw or heard or thought or felt any
thing. He had been killed on the
spot by a splinter of shell. in the
middle of the breast.
'Twenty-eight inches.