Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1915-08-12

and intended TO raid the hut. therefore
I fed with him. first down TO TANNER
fors and then to Abo. and on here. At
that time / did not see the dastardly
trap he had laid In order to get me
out Of the baron's clutches and wiring
from me my secret. II / confess, he
intends to give me up to the police.
who will send me to the mines"
Does your secret concern him?" /
asked in writing.
would be equally in his interests Is
well as those of Baron oberg If I
were sent to Saghalien and my iden-
tity effaced. l am a Russian subject.
as l have already told you, therefore
with a ministerial order against me
l I'm in deadliest peril"
Trust in me-" l scrubbed quickly.
Il will act upon any suggestion you
make. Have you any female friend
In whom you could trust to hide you
until this danger is past?"
There is one friend-a true friend.
Will you take a note to her?" she
wrote, to which / instantly nodded In
the affirmative.
Then rising, she obtained some ink
and pen and wrote a letter, the on
tents of which she did not show me
before she sealed it.
l watched her write the superscrip-
finp ,unon tha onvoIone. UMadomo OIca
Stassulevitch, modiste, Scredni Pros
pect, 231, Vasili Ostroff." / knew that
the district was on the opposite side
of the city, close to the Little Neva.
Take a drosky at once, see her,
and await a reply. In the meantime.
l will prepare to be ready when you
return" she wrote. IF Olga is not at
home, ask to see the Red Priest-in
Russian, Krasny-pastor.' Return quick
ly, as l fear Woodroffe may come back.
If so, I am lost"
/ assured her l would not lose a
single instant, and five minutes later
/ was tearing down the Morskaya
in a drosky along the canal and across
the Nicholas bridge to the address
upon the envelope.
The house was, / found, somewhat
smaller than its neighbors, but not
let out in fats as the others. Upon
the door was a large brass plate bear
ing the name, "Olga Stassulevitch:
Nodes" I pressed the electric button,
and in answer a tall, clean-shaven
Russian servant opened the door.
Madame is not home" was his brief
reply to my inquiry.
"Then l will see the Red Priest" !
said in a lower tone. II come from
Elma Heath" Thereupon, without
further word, the mar admitted me
into the long, dark hall and closed
the door with an apology that the gas
was not lighted. But, striking a match,
he led me up the broad staircase and
into a small, cosy, well-furnished room
on the second floor, evidently the sit
ting room of some studious person,
judging from the books and critical
reviews lying about.
Vi q lew ulllluICD L Nai1Cu bhSASj
until the door reopened, and there en-
tered a man of medium height, with
a shock of long, snoW-white hair and
almost patriarchal beard, whose dark
eyes that age had dimmed flashed out
at me with a look of curious inquiry,
and whose movements were those OF
a person not quite at his ease.
81 have called on behalf Of Mademoi
selle Elma Heath, to give this letter
to Madame Stassulevitch, or If she is
absent to place it in the hands Of the
Red Priest" l explained in my best
Russian.
very well, sir" the old man re
sponded in quite good English. 81 am
the person you seek" and taking the
letter he opened it and read it through
l saw by the expression on his fur
rowed face that its contents caused
him the utmost CONSERVATION. His
countenance, already pale, blanchet
to the lips, while in his eyes there sho
a fire of quick apprehension. Tit
thin, almost transparent hand holding
the letter trembled visibly.
! "You know mademoiselle-eh?" HI
asked in a hoarse, strained voice a
he turned to me. "You will help he
I to escape?"
81 will risk my W life in order t
l save hers" / declared.
"And your devotion to her is prompt
ed by what?" he inquired suspiciously
/ was silent for a moment. Then
confessed the truth.
my affection"
"Ah!" he sighed deeply. POO
young lady! She, who has enemies o
d every hand, sadly needs a friend. BIZ
can we trust you-have you no fear?
| "Of what?"
$ "Of being implicated in the comm
revolution in Russia? Remember,
am the Red Priest. Have you neve
heard of me? My name is Ott
q Kampf."
o Otto Kampf!
d CTo BE coNTINUED.)