The gazette-times. [volume] (Heppner, Or.) 1912-1925, 1915-03-05

love me. | believe-underStand me
thoroughly, because it comes from my
heart-that we all here in this house
love one another Our friends are old
proved friends. Boris has been orderly
to my husband for very long time.
We do not share any of his too-modern
ideas. and there were many discus
sons on the duty of soldiers at the
time Of the massacres. l reproached
him with being as womanish as We
Were in going down on his knees to the
General behind Natacha and me, when
1t became necessary to kill all those
poor moujiks of Presnia. 1t was not
his role. A soldier is soldier. My
husband raised him roughly and ordered
him. for his pains, to march at the
head of the troops. 1t was right. What
else could he do? The General already
had enough to fight against, with the
whole revolution, with his conscience,
with the natural pity in his heart Of
brave man, and with the tears and in
supportable meanings. at such a mo-
ment, of his daughter and his wife.
Boris understood and obeyed him, but,
after the death of the poor students,
he behaved again like woman in
composing those verses on the heroes
Of the barricades; don't you think so?
Verses that Natacha and he learned
by heart, working together, when they
were surprised at it by the General.
There was a terrible scene. 1t was
before the next -the-last attack. The
General then had the use of both legs.
He stamped his feet and fairly shook
the house."
Madame" said Rouletabille, "a pro-
pos of the attacks, you must tell me
about the third"
AS he said this, leaning toward her.
Matrena Petrovna calculated LIS
ten!" that made him rigid in the night
with ear alert. What had she heard?
For him. he had heard nothing.
You hear nothing?" she whispered
to him with an effort "a tick-tack?"
"No, hear nothing"
You know-like the tck-tack Of
clock. Listen"
How can you hear the tick-tack?
I've noticed that no clocks are running
here"
Don't you understand? IT Is so that
we shall be able to hear the tick-tack
better"
"Oh yes understand. But do not
hear anything"
For myself, think I hear the tick
tack all the time since the last attempt.
1t haunts my ears it Is frightful. to say
to ones self: There Is clockwork some-
where. just about to reach the DEATH
tick-and not to know where, not to
know where When the police were
here l made them all listen and I was
not sure even when they had all listened
and said there was no tick-tack. 1t is
terrible to hear it in my ear any mo-
ment when / least expect it. Tick
tack! Tick-t tack! 1t is the blood beat
ing in my ear, for instance, hard, as II
it struck on a sounding board. Why,
here are drops of perspiratlon on my
hands! Listen!"
"Ah, this time someone is talking
is crying" said the young man.
"Sh- -h-h" And Rouletabille felt the
rigid hand of Matrena Petrovna on his
arm. ut is the General The General
Is dreaming"
She drew him into the dining room.
into corner where they could no
longer hear the meanings. But all the
doors that communicated with the din
ing room, the drawing-room and the
sitting room remained open behind
him. by the secret precaution Of Rou-
letabille.
He waited while Matrena, whose
breath he heard come hard, was little
behind. In moment, quite talkative.
and as though she wished to distract
|Rouletabille's attention from the sounds
above, the broken words and sighs she
continued:
lro Be Continually -.