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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- \ Every woman loves to think of the time when a soft little body, all her | own, will nestle in her bosom, fully satisfying the yearning which iies in the heart of every good woman. But ' yet there is a black cloud hovering about the pretty picture in her mind which fills her with terror. 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