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% CUVUCEOREE ESATA ROE A Romance of Russia. THE BLACK = By JOHN K. LEYS. GUEUTETIVITITELICLICLELTD) CHAPTER V—(Continued.) “And it is my belief,” here the old man lowered his voice and glanced around him, as if there might be a spy within hearing, “that my master has received a threatening letter. At any rate, he believed that the Nihilists were threatening his life, and to pro- tect himself, he had a streng lock of special manufacture put on the door, and when he left St. Petersburg he took the key with him, so that it migbt not be tampered with during his ab- sence. He must have brought it back himself. So I do not see how it is pos- sible that a second key can have been made.” “Unless the prince himself possessed two keys—but that only drives us back upon the incomprehensible mystery of the Prince acting as he seems to have done. Next I questioned Ivanoyvitch as to. whether any of the doors or windows had been found unfastened in the roornings but here I could not get any such clear, definite information as | had obtained on other points. All the inquiries I made—and I quest oned ev- ery servant in the house— uted in this—that it was scarcely possible that ; the Prince should have left by the} main entrance without waking the porter, who declared that he had not been disturbed; but that it seemed pos- | sible that he might have escaped from the house by a side entrance, as the fe- male servant who had been first to open it in the morning could not be perfectly sure that she had unbolted | but afterwards I began to fancy that} CHAPTER VI. An Old Acquaintance, It was after I had been a week or two in St. Petersburg that I first be- came conscious that I was.an object of interest to strangers in what was to me a most unaccountable way. On one oceasion, for example, I was about to be introduced to an aide-de-camp of the Czar, when the General—I forget his name now-—started slightly, and looked at me with a marked curiosity. I was certain that I had never met him be- fore, and yet, so confused was he, that my friend had te repeat my name be- fore he recovered himself sufficiently to shake hands with me. On another occasion on the street, I saw a passer-by stare at me for a few seconds, as if there was something ex- traordinary in my appearance, and then nudge his companion, who, in like mabner, stared and nodded to hi friend, as if recognizing that the re- ma made had been true. I thought there must be something amiss with my dress, or that my face had been dis- figured by blood or a mark of some kind; but when I took the opportunity of examining myself at a mirror in a restaurant, I could not find anything | wrong with my dress or appearance. This may have made me sensitive, | the door before opening it. “Do you think it possible, Tvano- | vitch,” T asked, “that His Highness can} be hiding somewhere about the house | itself “Wh, it is not possible. ~d the whole pI to ce with lante without finding a trace of anyone being concealed—” » steward pau 1 hesitating W “Sometimes I think that His High-| ness cannot have gone away ¢f i own accord. If he w whore in secret, what was to hinder his doing so? And why hould he not send word either to the Princess or to the Government? Do you think, sir, he can have fallen into the hands of the Nihilists?” “Heaven only knows!” I exclaimed, ising and pacing about the room. “lt he seems to have gone to them wn accord. But have you any reason for thinking that your “¢ may have been an object of hatred to the Nihil beyond what yon have told me alr “I fear. r, he w not very popular in Lis government of Volotzka One of the men he brought with him from Vo- lotz! id he nad a bad reputation for cruelty. “But, supposing the Nihilists are at; the bottom of the business, how in the | world did they persuade the Prince to; ve his own home and ge te them in the dead of night? No matter what theory we adopt, the affair seems in- comprehensible. And now, will yor send the coachman, the footman ant the valet to me? I wish to ask them 2 few questions.” “Alexander Romovitch and > the foctman, are both here,” w answer; “but Jules Ramaud, his High- ness’ valet, left some days since, to ge to a new situation. As I knew the Prince was not in any way attached to him, and our keeping him was a use- less expense, I thought it as well to let him go.” “That is unfortunate. where he has gone?” . “I believe his new master was only visit here, and that he has left Ttussia. But as Jules certainly did not se the Prince after his return from the ball—” “Fis evidence is of less consequence. “pue; but I should have liked to see Lim. Now send the coachman to me.” Bot he and the footman entirely cor- roborrated Ivanovitch. In fact, the only fresh fact I elicited from them— and that seemed to be quite unirport- ant—was that there had been some slight confusion amcng the carriages waiting at the Embassy while the guests were leaving the ball. Romo- vitch did not hear the first call for the Privce’s carriage, or had not respond- ed to it promptly, for when he was told that Prince Kropenski’s carriage had been eslled, aud was making hig way slowly to the vestibule, the Prince | himself met him, and stopped the car. | rlage by raising his hand. Nothing of imycrtarce tra aspired, either from the other servants or fron: the servants employed at the French Emb, y. I spent the next few days in tracing the movements of Prince Kropenski during the time he had pussed in St. Petersburg, and in call- ing upon people who had seen him. But these visits yielded me no informa- tion—not so much as a useful hint. All the men with whom his highness had associated since his return to the ecapi- tal had been persons of well known character and of good position. There was not a man of doubtful reputation among them, So I was compelled to write to the Princess Kropenski and tell her that my efforts to trace her husband had been entirely fruitless. The reply came from Irene. She thanked me for what I had done, but begged me to remain in St. Petersburg until I had succeeded in obtaining an interview with M. de Noileff, the chief ef ihe secret police, T had called at the office of this func- tionary more than once, but he had al- ways professed to be too busy to see me, and had put me off with one of his secretaries. Of course, the will of the Princess Irene was law to me. [ re- scived to pester M. de Noilleff with ap- plications for an irterview until he was forced to grant me one. { y should he wish to do that, sir? | The police have } e, from garret | eral times, | R sen ed, and then said, | in ly | | Do you know | pression that it was so remained with | interrupted me with: people were noticing me wherever Ij went; and though I tried to persuade myself that I was mistaken, the im-! me. | One jwerning, as I was turning into a H thoroughfare near Prince Kropenski’s | you was one who wonld enjoy conspiring so much that he would never be az thing else but a conspirator. Late in the afternoon a message boy, who was delivering groceries at the door, left at the same time a note ad- dressed to me, which turned out to be from Raoul. It was signed with the initial “R,” only, and contained noth- ing but an address in a respectable quarter of the city. After dinner I went to’the place and found Raoul in a small sitting room ; that locked like a student's. The eter, nal cigarette was in ‘his mouth. He threw it awey when he-caught sight of me, and, seizing me by both hands, shooly them warmly, as if he wished tol atone for the coldness of his manner at | parting with me. He told me that he was anxious not to compromise me in ary way, and had, therefore, taken care not to appear teo friendly, especially as he had reason to think that he was} being watched. ‘ “And now,” he said, “tell me how in the world you come to be here.” I told him, going over in detail all the vain attempts I had made to learn what had become of Krovenski. “And you meah to say,” erled Raoul, “that the chief of police told you noth- ing?” “Nothing. And for the very good rea- he knew nothing himself. The 1 complete mystery.” a sense it is,” said my friend, gravely; “but, none the less, the Gov- ernment knows, perfectly well, what as happened to the Prince.” You do not mean to tell me that he has been secretly denounced—that he is now in one of the prisons of the Czar?” “Nothing of the kind. wishes that he were.” “Raoul, for Heaven's sake, tell me anything you know—anything you sus pect. I have pledged myself to find the Prince if it be possible.” “Keep your mind easy, then. my dear Raymend. It is net possible!” “How do you know?” “I do net know where he is, but I knew what has happened to him, as well as though I had beea with him all threugh the night when he disappeared. He has fallen into the hands of his en- emies—cf those who will avenge the cruelties upen helpless people of which he has been guilty. In one word, he is a victim of The Black Terror!” “The Black Terror! What is that?” “You never heard of it? And yet the chief of police pretends to have told all he knows They know well enough at the Bureau of the Third See tion what the Black Terror ts! Aye, and they wiil know better yet when we I dare say he house, I met an old acquaintance, a young Russian whom I had known in| | London, named Racul Clermont Vesil- loy, the son of a Russian and a French- | woman. This meeting was one of the turning points of my life. We greeted each other warmly, for: two or three years before we had been familiar, if net intimate, acquaintanc- | es. We had been accustomed to meet | three cv four times a week, at a Lon- | don restaurant, where eight or ten young fellows, with more leisure than | sense. had established a sort of in-| formal club. We liked to talk without restraint and hear one another talk, | while we smoked cigarettes and vil-} lainously-had cigars, and drank lager) beer or cheap French wines. Frightful | theories were broached at these gath- erings, which the English members of cur little community only played with, | but which seemed to find serious ac- ceptance with our foreign friend We had barely had time to ex a few words, when a man in work-} man’s dressed passed, at which Raoul | directed a fixed look that had some- | thing of anxiety in it. The man) lounged down the street, as if he had nothing particular to do, and finally stopped to gaze in at a shop window. “I’m afraid I can't stop now,” said Raoul, hurriedly; “can you come and see me to-night?” “With pleasure, your addres: My friend did-not answer at once, but continued to glance sideways at the workman, who was still interested in the articles displayed in the shop window. “I can’t give you my address at pres- ent,” Rauol said, in a confused sort of way. “I—I am compelled to change my quarters very often, almost from | day to day. We are not in England, | you know. But if you will tell me where you are staying, I will send you word in the course of the day where we can meet this evening.” This was as good as a confession on | Raoul’s part that he was under the sur- veillance of the police; but, as I had; no reason to fear the police, I did not} see why I should not enjoy a chat with | my old acquaintance. 1 told him I was staying at Prince Kropenski’s town house, and began to describe the situation of it, when he ange | ” said I; “what is “My messenger will find the house easily enough. But I must be off now. You will not fail to come if I send you the address?” “Certainly I will come. Why should you doubt it?” gto this Raoul Vessilov made no an- swer, but, after a hasty glance in the direction of the workman at the shop window he walked off abruptly, with- out as much as a word or a nod of adieu. Of course, all this could bear but one meaning. I guessed that Raoul had recognized in the man in workman's dress one of the numerous police spies with which St. Petersburg is infested, and that he was anxious to get clear off before the man made up his mind to denounce him. I was confirmed in this impression when I observed that, when he left me, the pretended work- ; man made after him at once, favoring | me with a sharp glance in passing. It did not much surprise me to find | that Raoul had made himself obnox- ious to the Russian authorities. I knew that he entertained the wildest | revolutionary ideas. So, I know, do many Englishmen. But the difference is this. The Englishmen may like play- ing with fire, but he never forgets that it is fire, and when it comes to putting his theories into practice, he finds some very good reason for sitting still. Put with the Frenchman, the Italian or the Russian, it is very different. He not only likes playing with fire, but he loves to see a good blaze; and rather than let it die out for want of fuel, he will throw his furniture, and his friends’ furniture, and all that he has in the world, into the burning pile. Quite apart from the rights and wrongs of the quarrel, I felt sure that Raoul | | voluntary movement, and thought it ‘of vengeance which have failen on a are done with them!” There was something so ferocious in the Russian’s voice and manner as he id these words, that I instinctively rank from him. He noticed the in- s worth while, apparently, to try to ain my good opinion. sten to me, my friend,” he said, “You, who have lived all your life in happy England, no man daring to make you afraid, have simply no conception of what it is to live under a despotic government, such as that of the © For the crime of struggling to be free; for the crime of trying to persuade other men that they have a right to be free, and that free- dom is not unattainable; for the crime of aiding this propoganda by even the most innocent means, our property, our liberty, our lives, are at the merey perhaps as barbarous a set of semi- ilized savages as exist on the face ef the earth. Hitherto the spasmodic acts few of the worst of our enemies have, I freely confess, done little or no good. In fact, they have done harm, by alien- ating the sympathy of good men from our cause, and b making the creatures of the Czar more severe and more care- | ful to ayoid exposing themselves. ‘The era of assassination, I admit, is passed.” “But were we. then, to lie still, be slaughtered, and see our wives and daughters condemned to all that awful word, ‘Siberia, means? No, a thou- sand times, no! “When our society abandoned the idea of putting to death the Czar, as the head of this execrable governincnt, or any of his servants who made them- selves particularly obnoxious to us. we did not abandon the idea of terrorizing them—thé only argument to which they will listen. We resolved to try a new plan. Ard we have succeeded. Yes,, there is net one of the thousand un- scrupulous or cruel emissaries of the Czar that sleeps in peace to-night! He cannot tell whether he will not be the next to vanish from the sight of men, silently, without a sign or a cry, as though the Angel of Death had called him! Nearly a score of Russian offi- cials, some of high rank, some of low, have already disappeared. None can tell whether they are living or dead. Even the rank and file of our own soci- eiy do not know—only the committee— the Committee of Public Safety. None can guess how they fell into the far- reaching hands of the committee; none can say whether they will ever be seen again. “The Government, struck with con- sternation, has tried to conceal the truth from the outside world; there are plenty of men in St. Petersburg who know what the Black Terror means well enough—aye! and there are not a few who go in fear of it from morning until night!” ‘ “And what is the general theory, in the official world, as to the fate of these men?” “I fancy there is no general opinion. Some think one thing, some another. Some think they have been put to death, and their bodies cunningly concealed. Others imagine that they are not dead, but are kept somewhere out of Russia in confinement. Others say they are shut up in a madhouse, the superin- tendent of which is a Nihilist. The majority, I have heard, believe that they are kept in confinement in lonely houses belonging to the members of our society in the districts in which they were captured. ° “In any case, the fact remains that for once the tables have been turned upon the oppressor. Our tyrants are confounded, terrified, half-paralyzed. All their spies—and about every fourth man you meet in St. Petersburg is a spy—have discovered nothing. Already the treatment of the prisoners in sev- eral prisons has undergone a marked improvement. Already the police are more chary of listening to secret de- nunciations. Yes—already the first glimmerings of a new day appear on the dark borizon. And that we owe to The Black Terror!” CHAPTER VII. The White Fox Again, For some minutes after Raoul ceased speaking I sat dumb. I was more than amazed, I was confounded at the au- dacity of this new plot against the es- tablished order of things in Russia. pe was astonished at the resources, both | of intrigue and of material things— command of men and of money—which the carrying out of such schemes in- volved. And I was horror-struck to think that a fate so awful should have overtaken one whom I had little rea- son to regret, indeed, yet cne whose bread I had eaten for months, one with whom I had been brought into famil- iar, almost into daily, contact. ‘True, in a sense, he had deserved h‘s fate. Of that I felt pretty well as- sured, But that made it none the less terrible. And the poor Princess, his wife! And Irene! What was to be- come of them? Were they ever to know what had happened to husband and father? How could I Summon up courage to tell them what I had just heard? And what good end could be served by my doing so? ‘ I saw, too, that, in more ways than one, the new policy was more to be feared by the despotic rulers of Russia than the policy of assassination which it had superseded. The odium attached to murder would be avoided. A rude form of justice, sufficient to satisfy a public conscience already debauched by legal injustice, would be apparert in the device of inflicting upon the agents of a rigid and cruel despotism the very fate—imprisonment for an unknown period without trial—which they themselves had inflicted upon oth- ers. And there could not be a doubt that the fear of this strange fate would ex- ert a far more terrifying influence upon governors of provinces and of prisons, heads of the police, officials of all ¢lass: es, than the mere fear of assassination. The officials of Russia, civil and mill- tary alike, are no cowards; and they might be supposed to meet the bullet or bomb of the assassin as they would meet the bayonets or bullets of an cpen enemy. . Put what man would not feel his blood run chill to be told that he was to follow in the footsteps of one who had vanished from the green earth like a ghost, without leaving as much as a footprint to tell where he had gone? The mind of the successor of one who had fallen a victim to the Black Terror must always be on the stretch—always eagerly and nervously watching for some sign of the fate that was about to overtake him, and wondering, with now and then a sickening dread, what manner of fate that weuld be. The cruelties and the brutal neglect of the man who had vanished would be remembered, and the question would force itself on men’s minds: Was he now suffering such things himself? It would take a bold man, it seemed to me, to risk drawing down on himself the attenticn of the conspirators until it was at last known what had become of their victims. All this passed through my mind with the rapidity of lightning, and yet it seemed a lcvg time before Raoul broke the silence with: u do net disapprove of our metho I stared at him. “You are quite wrong,” I said, cold- ly. He laughed, and said: “Come, now, confess that, as you English say, the disappearance of the Prince suits your book down to the ground.” “I don’t know what you mean!” I cried, and I knew that my face was aflame, though my chief feeling was one of astonishment. “Keally—you don’t know what I mean!” exclaimed my friend, with a laugh. “It never occurred to you that if you succeeded in penetrating the mystery that envelops the fate of the Prince, and eventually restored him to the arms of his family, you would es- tablish the very strongest claims upon the house of Kropenski? And yet, [ have been told that the Princess Lrene is a lovely girl!” Unpleasant as it was to hear my day dreams, my hopes as yet too dim, too presumptuous, to be whispered even in the solitude of my own chamber, thus pilloried and insulted, I had sense enough to keep command of my tem- per, and burst into what seemed, | hope, a hearty ‘laugh at Raoul’s chaff. T had the satisfaction of seeing that my ménner, apparently free from any- thing like sensitiveness on the subject, somewhat disconcerted him. “But you do want to know what has become of the Prince?” he asked. “Certainly I do; and I am sure the Princess would pay handsomely for any intelligence—” “I stopped in some*confusion, for the look on Raoul’s face was an ugly a one as I had ever seen on the face of a man. “Don't misunderstand me!” I cried. “I only meant that perhaps the com- mittee would be willing to tell, for a consideration, what had become of the Prince, or perhaps, allow bis family to ransom’him. I never for a moment in- tended-to hint that you were capable of betraying for money any secrets that had been entrusted to you.” “You little know what manner of men the members of the committe are,” said Raoul, coldly, “if you think they would sell any information, or part with one of their prisoners, for any consideration whatever.” 1 replied that it was far from my wish to insult either Raoul or his friends, and I had scarcely succeeded in restoring him to-his usual good tem per when the door opened, and a man dressed as a moujik entered. “Von Mitschka!” (To Be Continued.) College Text Books, Cynthia—Here’s another letter from Hiram at college. He wants $20 more to buy more school books. Reuben—Great Dumplings! That boy will put a mortgage on the farm yit. What books does he want now? Cynthia—Here’s the list: Gilligan on Tackling.” “Short Rule sfor Bucking the Center.” “The History of the. Game.” “Lessons im Punting.” “The Signal System” and “First Aid to the Injured.”—Puck. 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