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OF THE CZAR jjj
Verrje
“He will come. He will not fail to
do that. He must join the emir. Sibe
ria is cut in two now, and very certain
ly Feofar’s army is ^nly waiting for
him to advance on Irkutsk.”
“And, once free, what shall we do?”
“Once free, we will continue our
campaign and follow the Tartars until
the time comes when we can make our
way into the Russian camp. We must
not give up the game. No, indeed; we
have only just begun.”
Ijmnnu; gcLuo, uuuia ivilu yume:
spurs, helmet ornamented with an ai-
gret of brilliant diamonds, Feofar pre
sented an aspect rather strange than
imposing for a Tartar Sardanapalus.
an undisputed sovereign, who directs
at bis pleasure the life and fortunes of
his subjects, whose power is unlimited,
and to whom at Bokhara by special
privilege the title of emir is given.
When Ivan Ogareff appeared, the
great dignitaries remained seated on
™ T . their gold embroidered cushions, but
The event so much wishedl for by ,o- j Feofar rose from a rich divan wbich
hvet and Blount so much dreaded by ! occupied the back part of the tent, the
:7 ! Aof ’ °“ urred ®“ tbe “orning of j ground be mg hidden under the thick |
Uio l_t.i of August. , ve i ve t p n e 0 f a Bokkarian carpet. \
! The emir approached Ogareff and
On that uay the trumpets sounded,
the drums beat, the cannon roared. A
huge cloud of dust swept along the
road from Kalyvan. Ivan Ogarelf, fol
lowed by several thousand men, made
his entry into the Tartar camp.
At the first flourish of the trumpets
several officers of high rank, followed
by a brilliant escort of Usbeek horse
men, moved to the front of the camp to
receive Ivan Ogareff.
Arrived in his presence, they paid
him the greatest respect and invited
him to accompany them to Feofar-
Khan’s tent.
Imperturbable as usual, Ogareff re-!
plied coldly to the deference paid to ;
kirn. He was plainly dressed, but from j
a sort of impudent bravado he still i
wore the uniform of a Russian officer. !
As he was about to ride on to pass ;
the enciente of the camp, Sangarre, i
passing among the officers of the es- j
cort, approached and remained motion
less before him.
“Nothing?” asked Ivan Ogareff.
“Nothing.”
“Have patience.”
“Is the time approaching when you
will force the old woman to speak?”
“It is approaching, Sangarre.”
“When will the old woman speak?”
“When we reach Tomsk.”
“And we shall be there”—
“In three days.”
A strange gleam shot from Sangarre’s
great black eyes, and she retired with
a calm step. Ogareff pressed his spurs
into his horse’s flanks and, followed by
his staff of Tartar officers, rode toward
the emir’s tent.
Feofar-Khan was expecting his iieu-
tenant. The council, composed of the
bearer of the royal seal, the khodja
and some high officers, had taken theif
places in the tent.
Ivan Ogareff dismounted, entered and
stood before the emir.
Feofar-Kabn was a man of forty,
tall, rather pale, of a fierce counte
nance and eyes with an evil expres
sion. A curly black beard flowed over
his chest. With his war costume, coat
of mail of gold and silver, cross belt
glistening with precious stones, scab
bard curved like a yataghan and set
■mis was the great result aimed at
by Ivan Ogareff. To listen to him one
would have taken him for one of the
cruel descendants of Stephen Razine,
the celebrated pirate who ravaged
southern Russia in the eighteenth cen
tury. To seize the grand duke, murder
him pitilessly, would fully satisfy his
hatred. Besides, with the capture of
Irkutsk, all eastern Siberia would pass
i under the Tartar dominion.
! “It shall be thus, Ivan,” replied Feo-
| far.
“What are your orders?”
“Today our headquarters shall be re
moved to Tomsk.”
Ogareff bowed, and, followed by the
kousek-begui, he retired to execute the
emir’s orders.
As he was about to mount his horse
to return to the outposts a tumult
broke out at some distance, in the part
of the camp reserved for the prisoners.
Shouts were heard and two or three
shots fired. Perhaps it was an attempt
at revolt or escape, which must he sum
marily suppressed.
Ivan Ogareff and the househ-begui
walked forward a few steps, and al
most immediately two men, whom the
soldiers had not been able to keep back,
appeared before them.
The kousek-begui, without more in
formation, made a sign wbich was an
order for death, and the heads of the .
will establish your identity?”
“Here are letters which accredit us
in Russia from the English and French
chancellor's office.”
Ivan Ogareff took the letters which
Blount held out to him and read them
attentively. Then said he:
“You ask the authorization to follow
our military operations in Siberia?”
“We ask to be free; that is all,” an-
| swered the English correspondent dry-
This was the accomplishment of Mi
chael's most fervent desire. His inten
tion, as has' bec-n said, was to reach
Tomsk concealed among the other pris
oners—that is to say, without any risk
of falling into the bauds of the scouts
who swarmed about the approaches to !
to;m, a flu snarca me rate of all those
captured by Ivan Ogareff and conse
quently that of Marfa Strogoff.
Thanks to her young companion,
Marfa Strogoff was able to follow the
soldiers who guarded the prisoners
! without being fastened to a saddle
bow. as were many other unfortunate
ly.
this important town. However, in con- j -wretches, and thus dragged along tki3
sequence of the arrival of Ivan Ogareff i road 0 f sor; - ovv
aud in the mar of being recognized by j “May God reward you
him, he questioned whether it would 1 f 01 . wba
“You are so, gentlemen,” answered i
Ogareff, “and I shall he curious to read
your articles in The Daily Telegraph.”
“Sir,” replied Harry Blount, with the
most imperturbable coolness, “it is six
pence a number, including postage.”
And thereupon Blount returned to his
companion, who appeared to approve
completely of his replies.
Ivan Ogareff, without frowning,
mounted his horse and, going to the
head of his escort, soon disappeared in
a cloud of dust.
“Well, M. Jolivet, what do you think !
of Colonel Ivan Ogareff, general in
chief of the Tartar troops?” asked j
Blount.
“I think, my dear friend,” replied
Alcide, smiling, “that the househ-begui
made a very graceful gesture when lie
gave the order for our heads to be cut j
off.”
Whatever was the motive which led
not be better to give up bis first plan
and attempt to escape during the jour-
| ney.
j Michael would no doubt have kept to
i the latler plan bad he not learned that j
J Feofar-Khan and Ivan Ogareff had al- !
| ready set out for the town at the head |
! of some thousands of horsemen.
“I will wait, then,” said he to him-'
I self; “at least unless some exceptional
i opportunity for escape occurs. The ad-
! verse chances are numerous on this
side of Tomsk, while beyond the favor
able increase, since I shall in a few
hours have passed the most advanced
Tartar posts to the east. Still three
days of patience, and may God aid me.”
gave him a kiss, the meaning of whlci>
he could not mistake. This kiss made
the lieutenant chief of the council and
placed him temporarily about the
kliodja.
Then Feofar addressed himself to
Ivan Ogareff.
“I have no need to question you,”
said he. “Speak, Ivan. You will find
here ears very ready to listen to you.”
“This is what I have to make known
to you,” answered Ogareff.
Ivan Ogareff spoke in the Tartar lan
guage, giving to his phrases the em
phatic turn which distinguishes the lan
guage of the orientals.
“This is not the time 4 for unnecessary
words. What I have done at the head
of your troops you know. The lines of
the Iehim and the Irtish are now in
our power, and the Turcoman borse-
j men can bathe their horses in the now
| Tartar waters. The Kirghiz hordes
| rose at the voice of Feofar-Khan, and
the principal Siberian route from Iehim
to Tomsk belongs to you. You can
therefore push on your troops as well
toward the east, where the sun rises, as
toward the west, where he sets.”
“But the armies of the sultan of St.
Petersburg?” said Feofar-Khan, desig
nating the emperor of Russia by
strange title.
“You have nothing to fear from them,
either from the east or from the west,”
replied Ivan Ogareff. “The invasion
has been sudden, and before the Rus
sian army can succor them Irkutsk or
Tobolsk will have fallen into your pow
er. The czar’s troops have been over
whelmed at Kalyvan. as they will bo
everywhere where yours meet them.”
“And what advice does your devotion
to the Tartar cause suggest?”' asked
the emir after a few moments’ silence.
“My advice,” answered Ivan Ogareff
quickly, “is to march to meet the sun.
It is to give the grass of the eastern
steppes to the Turcoman horses to con
sume. It is to take Irkutsk, the capital
of the eastern provinces, and with it a
hostage the possession of whom is
worth a whole country. In the place
of the czar the grand duke, his brother,
rnqst fall into your hands,”
CHAPTER XI.
T was 2 o’clock in the aft- i
ernoou on the 12th of j
August, under a hot sun
and cloudless sky, that j
two prisoners would have rolled on the j Ogareff to act thus In regard to the the toptscbi-baschi gave
ground bad not Ogareff uttered a few 1 two correspondents, they were free and g«5kg>w J the order to start,
words which arrested the sword al- j could rove at their pleasure over the ! Alcide and Blount, hav- j
ready raised. I scene of war. Their intention was not I ing bought horses, had already taken j
The Russian had perceived that these i to leave it. The sort of antipathy | the road to Tomsk. !
prisoners were strangers, and he or-1 which formerly they had entertained Among the prisoners brought by Ivan j
dered them to be brought up to him. for each other had given place to a sin- i Ogareff to the Tartar camp was an old I
They were Harry Blount and Alcide | cere friendship. Circumstances having j woman, whose taciturnity seemed to ,
brought them together, they no longer j keep her apart from all those who shar- j
thought of separating. The petty ques-. ed her fate. Not a murmur issued from J
tions of rivalry were forever extin
guished. Harry Blount could never
forget what he owed his companion,
who, on the other hand, never tried to
remind him of it. This friendship, too,
assisted the reporting operations and
Jolivet.
On Ogareff’s arrival in the camp they
had demanded to be conducted to his
presence. The soldiers had refused. In
consequence, a struggle, an attempt at
flight, shots fired which happily missed
the two correspondents, but their exe
cution would not have been long de
layed if it had not been l’or the inter
vention of the emir’s lieutenant.
The latter observed the prisoners for
some moments, they being absolutely
unknown to him. They had been pres
ent at the scene in the posthouse at
Iehim in which Michael Strogoff had
been struck by Ogareff, but the brutal
my daughter,
you have done for my old
age!” said Marfa Strogoff.once, and for
some time these were the only word3
exchanged between the two unfortu
nate beings.
Nadia a!*o, if not completely silent,
spoke little.
However, one day her heart over
flowed, and she told, without conceal
ing anything, all the events which had
occurred from her departure from
Wladimir to the death of Nicholas Kcr-
panoff. All that her young companion
told intensely interested the old Sibe
rian.
“Nicholas Korpanoff?” said she. “Tell
me again about Nicholas. 1 know only
one man, one alone, among all the youth
of the time in whom such conduct
would not have astonished mo. Nicho
las Korpanoff! Was that really his
name? Are you sure of it, my daugh
ter.”
“Why should he have deceived me in
this,” replied Nadia, “when he deceived
me in no other way?”
Moved, however, by a kind of pre
sentiment, Marfa Strogoff put questions
upon questions to Nadia.
“You told me he was fearless, my
daughter. You have proved that he
lias been so,” said she.
“Yes, fearless indeed,” replied Nadia.
“It was just what my son would
have done,” said Marfa to herself.
Then she resumed:
“Did you not say that nothing stop
ped him, nothing astonished him. that
he was so gentle iu his strength that
ycu had a sister as well as a brother in
her lips. She was like a statue of grief.
This woman was more strictly guarded
than any one else and, without her ap
pearing to notice or even to suspect,
was constantly watched by the gypsy
Sangarre. Notwithstanding her age, .
was thus to the advantage of their she was compelled to follow the con- j him and that he watched over you like
readers. > voy of prisoners on foot, without any a mother?"
“And now,” asked Blount, “what, alleviation of her suffering,
shall we do with our liberty?” j However, a kind Providence had plac-
“Take advantage of it, of course,” ! ed near her a courageous, kind hearted
replied Alcide, “and go quietly to Tomsk ; being to comfort and assist her. Among
to see what is going on there.” ! her companions in misfortune a young
“Until the time—very near, I hope— i girl, remarkable for her beauty and a
bracing Nadia.
“Your sen!” said Nadia, amazed.
“Your sen!”
“Come,” said Marfa, “let us get to
the bottom of this, my child. Your
companion, your friend, your protector,
had a mother. Did he never speak to
you of his mother?”
“Of his mother?” said Nadia. “He
spoke to me of his mother—as 1 spoke
to him of my father—often, always.
He adored her.”
“Nadia. Nadia, you have just toid me
about my son,” said the old woman.
And she added impetuously:
“Was he not going to see his merner,
whom you say he loved, on bis way
through Omsk?”
“No.” answered Nadia; “no, he was
not.”
“Not!” cried Marfa. “You dare to
tell me not :”
“I have said it, but it remains for me
to inform you that from motives un
known to me and which had to guide
him before every other consideration I
was given to understand that Nicholas
Korpanoff had to traverse the country
in the most absolute secrecy. It was
for him a question of life and of death
and, more sacred still, a question of
dlitv and Imnnr ”
|TO BE CONTINUED.J
At Breakfast.
“Bridget, did you call the boys?”
“Indade an’ Oi called thlm ivery-
thlng Oi cud think of. hut they wudu c
git up.”—Brooklyn Lire.
traveler paid no attention to the per- 1 when we may rejoin some Russian reg- taciturnity equal to that of the Sibe-
sons then collected In the common
room.
Blount and Jolivet, on the contrary,
recognized him at once, and the latter
said iu a low voice: “Hello! It seems
that Colonel Ogareff and the rude per-
this I sonage of Iehim are one!”
| Then he added In his companion’s
ear:
“Explain our affair, Blount. You will
do me a service. This Russian colonel
iment.” j rian. seemed to have given herself the
“As you say, my dear Blount, it won’t! task of watching over her. No words
do to Tartarize ourselves too much. 1 bad been exchanged between the two
The best side is that of the most civi- j captives, but the girl was always found
lized army, and it is evident that the ! at the old woman’s side just when her
people of central Asia will have every- j help was useful. At first the mute as-
thing to lose and absolutely nothing to
gain from this invasion, while the Rus
sians will soon repulse them. It is
only a matter of time.”
The arrival of Ivan Ogareff, which
in the midst of a Tartar camp disgusts I bad given Jolivet and Blount their lib-
me, and although, thanks to him, my
head is still on my shoulders, my eyes
would exhibit my feelings were I to
attempt to look him in the face.”
So saying, Alcide Jolivet assumed a
look of complete and haughty indiffer
ence.
Whether or not Ivan Ogareff perceiv
ed that the prisoner's attitude was in-
sultiug toward him, he did not let it
appear.
“Who are you, gentlemen?” he asked
in Russian in a cold! tone, but free from
its rudeness.
“Ttyo correspondents of English and
French newspapers,” replied Blount la
conically.
“You have doubtless nanerp which
ertv, was to Michael Strogoff, on the
contrary, a serious danger. Should
chance bring the czar’s courier into
Ogareff’s presence the latter could not
fail to recognize in him the traveler
whom he had so brutally treated at the
sistance of the stranger was not ac
cepted without some mistrust. Grad
ually, however, the young girl’s clear
glance, her reserve and the mysterious
sympathy which draws together those
who are in misfortune thawed Marfa’s
coldness.
Nadia—for it was she—was thus able
without knowing It to render to the
mother those attentions which she had
herself received from the son. Her in
stinctive kindness had doubly inspired
Iehim posthouse, and. although Mi- her. In devoting herself to her service
chael had not replied to the insult as , Nadia secured to her youth and beauty
he would have done under any other ! the protection afforded by the age of
circumstances, attention would be the old prisoner.
drawn to him, and at once the aecom-1 On the crowd of unhappy people, im-
plishment of his plans would be ren- bittered by sufferings, this silent pair—
dered more difficult. j one seeming to be the grandmother, the
This was the nepleasant side of the other the granddaughter—imposed a
business. A favorable result of his sort of respect*
arrival, however, was the order which After being carried off by the Tartar
was given to raise the camp that very ecouts on the Irtish Nadia had been
day and remove the headquarters to taken to Omsk. Kept a prisoner in the
“Y'es, yes,” said Nadia; “brother, sis
ter, mother—he has been all to me.”
“And defended you like a lion?”
“A lion indeed,” replied Nadia. “Yes,
a lion, a hero.”
“My son, my son!” thought the old
Siberian. “But do you say that he has
submitted to a terrible affront in the
posthouse of Iehim?”
“He has borne with it,” answered Na
dia, lowering her head.
“Has he submitted to it?” murmured
Marfa Strogoff, trembling with fear.
“Mother, mother,” cried Nadia, “do
not condemn him. There is a secret
there of which God alone is the judge
at the present time!”
“And,” said Marfa, raising her head
and looking at Nadia as though she de
sired to read the depth of her soul in
this hour of humiliation, “have you de
spised this Nicholas Korpanoff?”
“I have admired him without under
standing him,” answered the young
girl. “I have never felt him to be more
worthy of respect than he is at the
present moment.”
The old woman was silent for a mo
ment.
“Was he tall?” she asked.
“Very tall.”
“And very handsome—is it not so?
Come, tell me, my girl.”
“He was very handsome,” answered
Nadia, blushing deeply. .
“It was my son! I tell you it was my
son!” exclaimed the old woman, em-
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