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THE MYSTERY
OF GRASLOV
=~ Rv A/hley ToWne
1301. by Charles li. FtlhcrinyUm
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CHAPTER V.
WtC'C/Zr-CX INTKURI'PTION OF A JOUItNi
R- GORDON was beginning
9Rjrc| to feel anxious. lie knew
just how long it took to go
to Perm and return. I’ran
■• ■£ often taken long journeys by
hnt she was now three days
mere- tar, and the engineer was eager
fc* "1. ■SE {he Obi.
’“VTfc-.-'V can she be?” lie asked blin
■*r£L * ;, se must stop this racing all
wr .fe* world alone. Something will
wt'- •wtppon to her one of these fine
■Mrft, ittt stop it.”
arrived while lie was making
Ib tie irflwhfe.
*yZ'?a'S.V'- have you been?" asked Gor
iwc.
—To Put you have been away
•9nr.’ longer than was necessary.
.vv. tike fills way you have of go*
,aa£vw? >y yourlf."
"IE. Sfcncy i can fake care of myself.
IBw-iSv-i iu P< ;m the threi days.”-
•VJ.Aa thr Mrteksmith and his peo-
m-.y
STT'.i• bbn-!•>“: it h nm! !:is people!
T&tistii tiuj 1 7 •:. si'i i ro Sil rr i.”
N.: t!,i ironworker Paul
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-'ifV ' • .’•!M"cm l’aulpofi
.*** .’ Lp. r. ;*• m w < >n their
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'.V'sl( : i’\ st-'t J’iUllpoff to—
§§shrsar { i r :• r.! ;.i ye, i
•*£ s-j i Mm- N- s!( r-n- c.ni do any
fSSkr; : i /-hi R -s t marry
.r Ai'i* ■ -.rva gill. Toll me just what
•’meteunr.m?io*t you had with the prince a
19m ii.yf. ago ”
fvw days ago; Oh. two weeks
wmF.
'’’KArn’t know when it was. Rut he
■ftft&TWi for my haml, did he not?”
never told me.”
' , aoaL(f> laughed.
told you the names of half
fife- aasos' who have asked me that.”
“Safe .ji Russia wo should know, be-
SBBRrtMre are Cricks. Now, what was
JE! ®li! he say much?”
““Sat ent much; said he was rich and
and wanted you as an orna
aacuarl wife or something to that ef
''Sttx;*'
■“S* *>j.m me the same thing.”
*SW*jv>uL Where?”
’ m Sa Paolpoffs house.”
®toAwi panted and sat down.
'■?: wGti you would tell the whole sto
-35''" mid.
**•* wish you would answer my ques
-'-Stews- dt --t What happened when Ne
iziMrrfr was here? What did he say and
ittr i'A you answer?”
**&£ didn’t say very much—the usual
Said he loved you and was rich
•£: pcwerful and could give you a
■awi station in Russian society and the
■rfi*
“■Xisf you said what?”
"WJyr, 1 said you wouldn’t marry the
*v man on earth unless you loved
Abu. l said it you would marry the
me.: I wanted you to you would long
sge tsxb been the wife of Jack Denton,
w**r—
“‘SSi-ver mind Mr. Denton. We were
of Nesterov.”
"Sf.-.-. hut the deuce! You pick your
aK '&.o up so short! lam telling you
max S said. Don’t you want to hear?”
’“TcsJ’ 1 replied Frances, laugliing and
.st®&ur Mm. “Dear old dad, what did
ww sa.y v ’
•*■£ sand I liked Jack Denton better
other man on earth and that
opt. 3i*Aid him worst. But I wanted
■yaa tSfc-marry him because he was good
se#jf nofile- and a rising man, a brave
■jsit sad altogether a”—
"“Stew and angel in one. What did
->#.• Speance say to tliat?”
ittsly repeated what he had said
MBft.re'*"
—Tfe-c what?”
■*!. *v:d—why—now, don’t get angry
skywr'-'M dad—l said you were a self
wM&iIT creature and acted on your own
vaHtmaJ*'
“‘‘ESa.t is nothing to get angry about
l ife.. But I fear that between us we
"ms®: seat the Paulpoffs to their doom.”
"“SSiar goodness sake, how?”
“ti: was natural that”—
""St; wasn’t natural at all. What did
hax —what have you done —to cause
'♦Xlatiasir Taulpoff to plot against the
■'‘tSarwreus! Are you so blind? The
”w#offs.are a* innocent of this charge
rajm or I. It was against Vladimir
was laid.”
“tE &es?n to catch your meaning. Who
•mss. ft—Xeslerov T
es impossible to say whether he
'.IS ar-reot, but I suspect him. You re
mrstEfrsc the day he was here. I met
•ate t& I ettme home from the bazaars,
•bSqßwv L had been buying books for
’*2&e£xsir. I did not, of course, suspect
“Sfesfe Ae had been talking with you
rofstd marrying me. Unwittingly I
**s**. Mrc. they were for Vladimir and
him also to take an interest in
■An *•
■*t *iSo told him of a blacksmith in
wtora you were taking a great interest,
i&f fcts put tliat and your independence
tafegwAfr and has imagined Vladimir.
WUKT
"1 had my fears that something was
said, about Vladimir. It was so clearly
a plot that I knew the jealousy of Ne
slerov had been aroused. When I learn
ed what had been done, I waited *two
days at Perm to see Governor Guslav,
but lie was away, and 1 could not see
him. It was the superintendent of
police who gave me the little informa
tion I got. It seems that an Inspector
discovered—so they say -that nihilists
were meeting in the forge. Letters
were found on them which implicated
Vladimir, There was a trial, so it
was claimed, and Vladimir was found
guilty. I am sure Vladimir would
have sent to us If ho could.”
“I don’t want to get mixed up in any
nihilist scrape.”
“But you will help Vladimir, will you
not?”
“What can I do?”
“You can at least stop at Term and
see the governor. It will not delay us
long.”
“I will do that, certainly; but I don’t
fancy there is much use talking to
Guslav. lie is a stern old soldier and
has no sympathy for lovers or plot
ters.”
“But he is just and honorable.”
“Yes. lam sure of that.” %
“Tin'll come. We will go to Perm to
gether and see him.”
" Will. I suppose I must do ns you
say, but we are about ready to start
for the Obi. We can stop at Perm for
a day."
“That will do.”
The preparations were hastily made,
and four clays more saw them at Perm.
The governor was at home and receiv
ed Mr. Gordon, the name being an
open sesame anywhere in Russia. Mr.
Gordon-plunged at once into the mat
ter of Vladimir’s arrest.
“That he was arrested, if the circum
stances were suspicious, I grant, was
proper enough,” said Mr. Gordon. “But
was there a fair trial? Pardon me if
I speak plainly. \ r our institutions of
justice here are quite different from
curs at home. I have known where
men were hustled off to Siberia with
no semblance of a trial.”
“But they were guilty.” said the gov
ernor. with a smile.
“Yes; 1 believe in all the instances
that came under my observation they
were.”
“It was the same in this case. The
PnulpotTs had been using their Isolated
position for base ends. A circle of ttie
brotherhood of nihilists congregated
there. Letters were found upon them.
These letters were all signed by Vladi
mir Pnulpoff.”
“Did he admit anything?”
“They never do. It is only when a
man is captured in the very act of as
sassination, and he knows lie cannot
escape the death penalty, that lie ad
mits his crime and glories in it. The
Paulpoffs denied everything, of
course.”
“Poor Vladimir! lie was as inno
cent as I am!” broke in Frances.
“Impossible. The letters were proof
enough.”
“Are the letters here?”
“No; unfortunately, they Mere car
ried away by one of the men who es<
caped.”
“Then you did not see the letters?”
“No; I regret that I did not.”
“What was said concerning them?”
“Their import was given by luspect
pr Jansky and Prince Neslerov, who
found them. Their testimony so pleas
ed the minister of justice that Jansky
has been promoted to he superintend
ent of the police at Tomsk. You seem
to think there is some doubt of the
guilt of these people,” said the govern
or, turning to Mr. Gordon.
“For my part I am quite sure they
are Innocent. My daughter has been
interested in them since the railway
ran through Perm. It is not like them
to plot. They are too simple and—
Ignorant.”
“But Vladimir is not. lie is shrewd
and intelligent. He has been a reader
of books.”
“Yes; my daughter furnishes them.”
“I am not at all doubtful myself,”
said the governor, with a grim smile.
“Were I, I would begin an open Inves
tigation at once. But, you understand,
the accuser was a prince and the gov
ernor of Tomsk, and the minister of
justice has set the seal of his approval
on the thing. It is a delicate matter
for me to reopen. But I promise you
this: I Mill guardedly look Into the
thing, and if I see any chance for doubt
for your sake I will do what I can to
help the raulpoffs.”
“Thank you. That is nil we can ask.”
said Mr. Gordon. “We may see them
at Tomsk. I may say to them that
your excellency Is working to know the
truth?”
“You may.”
The interview ended, and Mr. Gordon
and Frances continued their journey.
The first person they saw when they
entered the train was Neslerov. The
mark made by Frances’ bullet Mas
still there, but be bad not, to all ap
pearances, been seriously injured. He
looked curiously at the two travelers,
as if wondering when the outbreak of
wrath from Gordon would come. But
that gentleman walked up to him and
held out bis hand.
“How do you do, your excellency?”
he said. “We are going to Tomsk to
gether, It seems.”
She looked out at the savage faces and
shuddered.
j Nesterov was almost stunned, but he
took the hand. Was it possible that
Frances had not told her father of the
| scene In Paulpoffs cottage?
It was so, and Frances had her own
reasons. She loved the liberty she had
for years been permitted to enjoy. But
she knew that if dangers and narrow
escapes came to her father’s ears her
liberty would soon come to an end.
It was a long journey, and a weary
| one as well. Day after day they passed
: through the same scenes, crossed riv
ers on bridges that had been built by
| Jack Denton, Frances’ old playmate,
j and the strong structures perhaps caus
ed her to think of the hardworking
young man who built them and was
now planning a very large and excel
lent bridge across the Obi. But what
ever was in Frances’ mind did not find
expression through her lips, for her fa
ther and Nesierov smoked and chatted
and played *prds with two officers go
ing to garrisons on the border.
Frances said nothing more about the
prince, for in the place to which they
were going he was supreme, and to in
volve her father with him in a quarrel
would have been to invite a disaster
similar to that which had overtaken
the Paulpoffs.
Day after day Frances leaned her
bead against the glass window and
watched the flitting scenes. At last
they reached the Irtish and crossed the
border into that province, which was al
most as much Ndslerov’s own as though
lie were a king.
There were but few passengers by
that time, for the road had not been
finished, and the train must stop at the
Obi. Frances, half dreaming, lay back,
looking at the great expanse of tundra,
the new villages springing up. the old
huts that were now deserted and the
waste of railway supplies along the
track.
The prince had asked her father to go
into another ear and smoke. This left
her alone, and she closed her eyes and
dozed.
She woke up with a start. A band
was on her shoulder. She saw Nesle
rov bending over her. A smile of tri
umph was on his face. Frightened,
she glanced out of the window. The
car was still. She looked forward —the
rest of the train had gone on.
“What has happened?” she cried,
leaping to her feet. “Where is the
train? Where is my father?”
“Speeding toward the Obi. my dear,”
said Neslerov. “Unfortunately, at this
point the couplings between this car
and the next were broken, and the offi-
cers of the train, not missing you or
me—for I had just come in with a cup
of coffee for you—left us aud went on.
We are in a M ild place, surrounded by
various tribes of the remarkable col
lection of savages over whom I am
governor. But I am governor, and if
yon will obey me I promise that you
will reach Tomsk in safety.”
Frances leaned hack weakly and
Blared.
“My father gone!” she cried, and as
she looked out at the savage faces that
passed and looked at the ear in wonder
she shuddered.
“Unfortunately, your father was in a
forward car. It was with his consent
I came to you with coffee. Fear noth
ing, however, for, though we are in a
wild region, I am governor and will
protect you. I love you, and no harm
shall come to you—if you obey me.”
CHAPTER VI.
AN AMERICAN GIRL’S PLUCK.
ANOTHER glance from the win
dow showed Frances that the
ear had come to a stop near
a neM- bridge over a branch of
the Irtish. Involuntarily she sighed
for the man who had built that bridge
—Denton, whose eye Mas keen and
steady, whose muscles were of iron.
But Denton was miles farther on,
at the Obi.
“Now,” said Neslerov, as the girl
sank back In her seat, “let us face this
situation, my dear. Let us realize the
true significance. We are practically
alone, you and I. Save for the poor
wretches In that village yonder, we
are the only people on this earth just
now. Can you realize the fullness of
that statement? You are mine—abso
lately and wholly mine.”
“Oh, you cur! You coward!” ex
claimed Frances. Her hand went as if
by instinct toward that pocket from
which she had drawn her revolver on
a previous occasion. Neslerov saw her
face turn whiter still, and he laughed
pleasantly.
“Of course I guarded against that,”
he said. “I knew you would, with
your American impulsiveness, try to
shoot me again. So, while you slept, 1
quietly took your little toy pistol from
your pocket. I have it here. This, I
believe, deprives you of the power to
do any more mischief.”
“Oh, you miserable coward! You
thief!” said Frances In a tense voice.
“I wish there was a good American
fist here to strike that grinning face
of yours!”
“Undoubtedly.” said Nesierov, with
an exasperating coolness, “that would
be 'peasant for you, but it would be
unfoi*tunate for the American who
owned the fist. One blow—peste! He
would be torn apart by my agreeable
savages yonder.”
She could not resist the temptation
to follow his finger as it pointed
through the window on his side of the
ear. A short distance, on the banks of
the stream, she saw a wretched, miser
able village of rude huts. Men and wo
men, dressed in leather, undressed
skins, heavy cloths from Moscow mer
chants, stood In groups, all with their
faces toward the car.
"Were 1 to say the word,” said Nesie
rov, “these people would tear you limb
from limb and would perform the same
agreeable service for any fool who at
tempted to interfere between us.”
“Monster!” she gasped.
“Of course I am a monster to you,”
he said. “All Russians are monsters
to those who do not like us. We may
have our little peculiarities. One of
them is that what we cannot get by
fair means we get some other way. I
spoke to your father, and I spoke to
you. I offered the honest love of a
Russian prince. I was spurned. But
now the game is mine, and I shall win.
You shall become my wife before your
father has time to return from the
Obi.”
“Never! I would prefer to be torn
apart by your villagers!”
“You believe that now while you are
In the heat of auger, but a short period
of rest and contemplation will show
you the folly of your refusal. Think
of this. I shall go out now and obtain
some food. We may remain here a
week. Who knows? Before 1 leave
you I wish to say that until you con
sent to have the priest of that village
make you my wife you shall not be per
mitted to leave this car. 1 much pre
fer, as would any man, a willing bride;
but, denied this, I will compel you to
obey. It will be the worse for you. 1
offered love —an affectionate embrace.
You refused. Now I command! Think
this matter settled only when we are
married.”
“Never! You have my revolver and,
I suppose, one of your own. Shoot me
If you will. 1 will not marry you!”
"It will not be you I shoot. What do
you think your father will do when he
finds you are left behind?”
“Without doubt lie will obtain a spe
cial train and come here after me.
Then, Prince Nesierov, beware!”
lie smiled like a wolf and Fhowed his
teeth.
“That is what 1 wanted you to say.
If when your father comes here you are
not my wife, I will shoot him dead.”
‘Tou dare not!” she gasped.
“1 dare anything. No report of mine
would be discredited at St. Petersburg.
I could prove that your father was a
conspirator against the government
and was shot while fighting my sol
diers.”
“There is a government of the United
States of America!”
“True, but at a distance. I do not
fear it. But consider what I have said.
I will return with food.”
He left the car, securing the doors
*> prevent her escape. When she saw
him striding toward the village, she
leaned against the window and studied
the rude people.
“I am helpless—absolutely helpless!”
she moaned. “Oh, if he had not taken
my revolver I could have shot him—
or myself.”
She looked about her for some meth
od whereby she could, if the need
should come, take her own life rather
than submit to his demands. She
knew that if there were a priest in
this squalid place he would obey Ne
slerov, and mumble some words per
fectly meaningless to her, but which
would give Neslerov power over her.
She walked the length of the apart
ment like a caged lioness.
Women turned into their huts and
tame out again. She saw Neslerov
start back toward the car carrying a
•wooden tray. She shuddered again.
“God give me strength, courage,
calmness!” she murmured. “To lose
consciousness would be to fall a vic
tim to him.”
She nerved herself to meet him as
his footsteps sounded on the platform.
The door opened, and he entered with
r bowl of gruel, some steaming pota
toes, roast fowl, coffee and some coarse
bread.
“It is not quite like our usual fare,”
he said, “but it is better than being
hungry.”
He set the dishes on a table he im
provised out of the back of a seat. He
had a large traveling bag with him,
and from it he took a bottle of wine.
“We w ill pledge each other,” he said,
with a laugh.
“I do not wish any,” said Frances.
“Come, don’t be churlish! Let us get
over the unpleasant part. Drink a
toast to your future husband.”
“I will not. I will not touch it!”
“Drink—drink my health!” he com
manded.
“I will not!”
“I will make you!”
He held the cup in his right hand.
With his left he grasped her by the
hair. He bent back her head.
“Open your mouth. Swallow the
wine. I will choke you!” he cried.
With a powerful effort she wrenched
herself free and to her feet, and the
wine went to the floor with a smash.
Her eyes were glaring with despera
tion. She clinched her fist and rained
blow upon blow upon his face.
Curses deep and terrible burst from
him. He clutched her round the waist
and struggled with her. She exerted
all her strength. She was like a fero
cious tigress. Her nails scratched his
face and tore his hair. Her blows cut
his lips on his teeth. But he was a
powerful man and used his strength
against this captive woman. With a
gasp she succumbed and sank helpless
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and exhausted almost in his arms.
“Curse you!” he spluttered between
his swollen lips. “I have wasted my
kindness on you! I should have starv
ed you. But I will delay no longer.
I’ll drag you to the priest, and in ten
minutes you M ill be the Princess Nesle
rov—and my slave for life. I’ll break
your heart, you devil!”
He closed his arms tightly about her
aud dragged her from the car. The
villagers stared iu astonishment as
they saw him coming toward them
M*ith his burden.
“What means this strange happen
ing. little father?” asked a woman of
an older man of the village. “Is the
man killing her?”
“Let be!” growled the man. “Use
your eyes in your house, but meddle
not with others. The man’s gold is
good. He will not hurt her. She is
probably his wife.”
Russian wives are accustomed to cru
elty from their husbands. A beating
is but part of their demonstrations of
authority as head of the house. The
women looked on with apathy, while
the men smiled.
“He has married a Tartar,” they said
among themselves.
“Help! Save me from this man!”
gasped Frances as Neslerov half drag
ged, half carried her into the nearest
group.
“Where is your priest?” Neslerov de
manded. “Get him at once. Not only
he, but ail in the place, will receive
pay. Call the priest at once!”
“Save me! I am an American! Gor
don—the man M'ho built—the road—ls
my father!” cried Frances, struggling
again.
A bent old man Mas seen shambling
toward them.
“Come,” said Neslerov roughly. “This
young woman and I are to be married.
Hurry. We have been left behind in
tliat car, and to save her good name
she must become my wife. Proceed!”
“No! For pity’s sake, do not!” cried
Frances. “My father will pay you
well! Do not compel me to marry him!
I hate him!”
“I command you to marry us!” shout
ed Neslerov.
A tall man of about middle age step
ped from the crowd.
“It is M’rong,” he said. “Who you
are I know not, but it is not the way to
win a wife. Release the young woman.
Let us hear what she has to say.”
“What she has to say! Curse you!”
howled Neslerov. He did release her
for a moment and sprang forward. His
fist shot out against the man’s face.
Without an effort in his own behalf he
fell.
“I am Neslerov, governor of Tomsk!”
shouted the prince, now perfectly fren
zied. “I command you, old dotard, to
say the words that will make this girl
my wife.”
“Please do not!” cried Frances. “He
has stolen me from my father! He is
a cruel monster! I cannot marry him!”
“He is his excellency, the governor,”
muttered the old man. “We must
obey.”
Neslerov seized her by the wrist and
swung her ton-ard the priest. The vil
lagers crowded round, awestruck at the
great name they had heard. They well
knew the governor. Many of them had
felt the knout at his command.
“It must be done,” again muttered
the priest.
“No, no!” cried Frances, trying to
wrench away from Neslerov.
A boy slid quietly away from the
crowd and ran.
“Stand there, curse you!” said Nesle
rov, grasping Frances by the hair.
The pain of his rude hand on her lovely
think as much of him as I do if you
knew him. He is so handsome and
strong. He is”—
“Do you mean young Paulpoff, the
blacksmith of Perm?”
“Yes, Jack. Do you know him?”
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and M’as not killed himself, her life
•would be made such a hell in the
poM’er of this monster of brutality that
death -would be preferable.
A year ago she had told him she did
not and never could love him. It had
been a quarrel. She didn’t M-ant to get
married, and he asked her if his rough
exterior, theresultof years of hard work
in rude and dangerous places, was dis-
Bgreeable to her. He said there were
fine gentlemen at Paris, New York,
London and St. Petersburg. She had
answered that she knew it. She pre
ferred their company to boors. They
parted then and had not met till now.
Denton and Neslerov kept fighting
on, the villagers too much aghast to
step between or utter a word.
Neslerov felt his right arm getting
weaker. Denton’s knife had slashed
through the sleeve of his coat ami
found the bone near the elbow. An ar
tery must have been cut, for the blood
was thrown from the end of the sleeve.
Made desperate, he gathered all his
strength for a final effort and sprang
bodily upon his foe.
Denton, seeing an, opportunity and
knowing that nothing but a deathblow
seemed likely to end the fight, met the
plunge and drove his knife into Nesle
rov’s side.
With another curse, a spluttering of
blood and a groan the governor of
Tomsk sank to the ground at the foot
of his adversary unconscious.
“Take care of him, you fellows; no*
need to let him die,” said Denton, ex
amining the wound. “Ills lung is not
touched. Nothing fatal here, lam glad
to say. Here, you!” v
The old priest came mumbling to
ward him.
“Y'on know more about surgery than
the rest. Get some water, bathe these
wounds, take a few stitches in the long
cuts and bandage him up.”
“Yes, little father,” said the priest,
trembling. “But what of you?”
“I can take care of myself,”
He strode to the bank of the stream,
over which he had but a few months
before built a bridge, and bathed his
wounds. Then he went into the bijj
to see Fiances, as if nothing had hap
pened.
• r CONTINUED. ]
Filipi nos Come to Study-
Manila, Oct. 6.—The Phillippin
Commission has appropriated SSO
000 for the relief of the cholei
sufferers in the province of Iloih
Island of Panay, which has bee
devastated by the disease. T 1
scourge is uow abating.
The federal party has prepan
a petition asking the Pbillippi
Commission to furnish free trai
portation to the United States f
young Filipinos, especially teac*.
ers, who will go to America to t 2 I
a year’s tuition in the put I
schools and universities. The 1
tition states that several Am I
cans, including Prof. Schurr I
and Senator Proctor, have offt *
to aid the movement. The edi
tional department favors the p
and the division superintend
are now selecting the candid
Scrofula, dyspepsia,
kidney complaint, catarrh
general debility are cur
Hood’s Sarsaparilla.
Dr, Cady’s Condition P<
are just what a horse needf ur
in bad condition. Tonic, tP o ot
ifier and vermifuge,
food but medicine and t cot) di
use to put a horse in
tion. Price 2C cents pe I
F; r -tale by alldruggisfe