Rensselaer Journal, Volume 12, Number 31, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 January 1903 — Page 4

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The theorists will prove the advantages of free trade, but unvarnished history discloses that every free trade experiment the country has ever tried has resulted in an era of hard times if not disaster. Senator Morgan will go down in history as the steadfast champion of the Nicaragua canal route. He has announced that he will immediately introduce a resolution providing for the construction by the President’s direction of a canal by the Nicaragua route. He does not believe it possible to secure the Panama route. The Venezuelan trouble is still the topic of the hour among Washington statesmen. Many senators who are not alarmists, see in the attitnte of Germany, far more than appears on the surface. Should the great European powors, by their interference with the importation of war materials by the government of Venezuela, and the destruction of her source of revenue, the customs, enable revolutionists pledged to British and German interests, to overthrow the existing government, the result would be practically the same as though these countries made actual occupation of territory. While maintaining the letter of the Monroe Doctrine, we Bhould not permit its violation in spirit to any extent. In spite of the great coal strike, the country can look back on 1902 as a year of unparalleled progress and prosperity. Our immense crops are all returning good prices. Iron and steel production has been recordbreaking. Pig iron alone made an output of over 18,000,000 tons. During 1894 the pig-iron output was only about one-third of this figure. The 1902 railway earnings and bank clearings were the largest in history. The Government postal business and the insurance, telegraph and telephone business have been the largest on record. For the last five years the country has enjoyed this increasing prosperity. The upward trend from depression to activity dates from the election of William McKinley and the passage oi the Dingley tariff law. With every man who wants to work, supplied with a job at good wages, the buying capacity of the people has been enormous, and demands for our varied products have increased even faster in some instances than the supply could be furnished. Of course there are a few pessimists who can see no good in any of it. They view the situation with the usual alarm and would like to change everything Nevertheless* they are themselves better off in every material way than they ever were before in their lives. And the bulk of the people realize the splendid performance of Republican administration/'

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THE MYSTERY OF COUNT LANDRINOF.

BY FRED WHISHAW.

CHAPTER XIL THE SUPPOSED COUNT IN DISGRACE. “My poor Vladimir I” groaned my mother at this point of Borofsky’s letter. “He mnst indeed be mad to have acted in this way. Jnst think of it, Boris! This violence, this murderons anger, from yonr dear father I* ’ “It is not a bit like him, I admit," I said. “He mnst have been fnrionsly angry for some reason. Shall Igo on? He did no barm to Borofsky, at any rate, for Borofsky is all right—vide his letter.” I continued to read: “The connt dragged me to the very shore of the lake and there stopped. I thought he wonld now push me in and was prepared to fight for my life, but instead he spoke: “ ‘You deserve death unheard,' he said, ‘but I shall allow you to speak once in your defense, but observe, speak low and do not raise your voice, or you are a dead man. I have the revolver ready; see here. Now, be warned I’ “He unfastened the gag. “ ‘Now,’ he said, ‘explain. Why have you followed and dogged me ? Are you a government spy ?’ “ ‘Before heaven, not’ I exclaimed. “ ‘Swear it 1’ “*1 do swear it. lam not in the service of any government or body whatever, and, if I am a spy, it is only for the advantage of those upon whom I am paid to keep a watch. ’ “ ‘Oh, then, you are paid to dog me, and by whom V ** 'lt ia a secret I* I faltered. “ 'Speak, by whom T’ he repeated. “ *The secret is not my .own,’ I began, but the count furiously bade me speak, or I should swim, and I was obliged to admit that her excellence the Countess Landrinof, being most anxious and nnbappy by reason of her husband’s prolonged and unexplained abeence, had employed me to find him and, if possible, to bring him back to St. Petersburg; at all events, to see him and report upon his condition. “The count laughed aloud.” (My poor mother ehuddered as I read this part of the letter and cried quietly as she listened.) “ ‘Why, what does she think ails me?’ he said. “ ‘I cannot tell you,’ I replied. “ ‘Speak, you fool I’ he repeated angrily. ‘What does she think ails me? She thinks I am mad; is that it?’ “I admitted that this was the case, and I admitted it in fear and trembling, for I, too, was assured that the poor count was not in full possession of his reason, so different was his conduct from that which I should have expected in one whom all Russia knows and respects.

“ ‘Mad to have left my beloved wife’s side, though only for a short holiday abroad, eh?’ he laughed. ‘Why, man alive, what queer things these women are! Can’t a man take a little holiday and enjoy a trip abroad without dragging his whole establishment with him? Besides. I’m away on business.’ “ ‘The countess is distressed because she has heard nothing of your excellence. ’ I murmured,‘and was not even aware of your intention to depart or of your present whereabouts. ’ “ ‘What 1 he said, as though surprised. ‘Hns she not received my letters?’ “ ‘I believe not one,’ I said. “ ‘Why, man alive,’ he said, ‘1 am a very model of a husband. I came in a hurry, true. But I sent word of my departure by the man who drove me to the station. Since then I have written —as a husband should—nearly every day. Have the letters miscarried?’ “ ‘They must have. So far as lam aware the countess has received none at all.’ “ ‘The rascals, the rascals 1’ said the count, as though to himself. ‘You must know, my friend,’ he continued, addressing me, ‘that I have enemies. You look surprised. It is odd that so good and universally reepected a man as I should have enemies. They are men, you must understand, who are jealous of my position, and—er—of my favor with the czar. These,, men are building up a plot against my reputation. I tell you this in strict confidence. I am here in order to escape the worry of their persecutions if only for awhile. I—l—you will laugh over it, as I do now—l took you for their spy. You will forgive me? My anger was excusable. Imagine, my friend, these men will not allow a man to write to his own wife, but must needs intercept the letters. Is it not too bad ? You will forgive me? Come, we will return and sup together. ’ “ ‘Willingly,’ I said, and in my heart I thanked heaven and all the saints in {he calendar count's anger was over and he was now in a quiet and reasonable frame of mind. ; “We left the park and walked up Oxford street, and we supped together as he had suggested. During this meal the count bade me explain how I had found him. “ ‘The credit of it is not my own, excellence,’ I said, ‘but belongs to the young Englishman, Mr. Morris—Percy, us they call him. ’ “ ‘Who?’ said the count, looking bewildered. “I repeated Mr. Percy’s name. ‘He who met you one day, soon after your arrival in Oxford, street,’ I added.

‘and greeted you in Russian. ’ “ ‘Oh, ah, yes!’ said the count *1 remember, of course. He knows me well and recognised me. Is it not so?’ “ ‘He has so often staid at your house, both in town and country,’ I said, ‘that he could scarcely meet you without recognition. Nevertheless, neither your wife nor your son was quite prepared to believe that he could have seen yourself here In London until this same Percy cleverly took your photo and sent over a copy. ’ “The count started and looked angry at this. “ ‘What,’ he exclaimed, ‘took my photograph ? For what purpose ? Explain, sir, at once. How dared he take my photograph ?’ “ ‘For the consolation of the countess, only,’ I hastened to reply. ‘That she and the young connt might recognize that you were indeed your excellence and no other. ’ “Then the count’s face softened, and be laughed. “ ‘Of course, of course 1’ he said. ‘Naturally, not having received my letters, they would be unaware of my presence in London and disinclined to believe I could have gone so far afield without letting them know—ha, ha I So they must verify my photograph taken by this youth, my son’s friend 1 It is good, and very good—a carious turn and combination of events! And my wife recognized the portrait at once, I suppose, though it can have been but a mere daub of a thing, done by a boy, eh?’ “ ‘The countess recognized it at once, though she pronounced you haggard and worn as if with trouble.’ “ ‘Ha, trouble 1 That'B this infernal conspiracy that I told you of. Haggard ■frith trouble. Lord, I may well be all that, my friend, and more. Well, and the Jad, the young count, he swore to me, too, no doubt, eh? One doesn’t forget one’s father in a week or two, even though worn with trouble and so on, eh?—ha, ha I—a good lad, this young count. So he knew me by the portrait ?’ “ ‘At once,’l said, ‘though he demurred to the clothes. You were accustomed to a tall hat and the coat that is called in English “frock coat;” you would never wear such clothes and a soft felt, he said, such as these you now have on. ’ ‘ ‘ ‘Ah, a la guerre, comme a la guerre 1’ laughed the count. ‘Let the bunted fox change his coat if he can. Disguise, my friend, disguise 1’ “ ‘That is how I myself explained the matter, ’ I said. “ ‘Good I’ laughed the count. ‘You have served the countess well, and I shall tell her so with my own lips when I return to her. ’ “ ‘Ah, count, let that be soon, ’ I said, ‘for. if I may say so. it is sad to see her

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worrying and fretting because of your absence. ’ “ ‘Ha I Well, poor woman; I shall return, I shall return. It may be very soon. I shall consider what is best Have we finished i Shall we go ? Do you desire to write to the countess and to tell her that it shall be as she wishes t Do so then, my friend, for my letters are, as we have seen, intercepted by my enemies. Tell the countess that I may return at any time, maybe this very week—who knows? Perhaps we rfhall return together, you and L’ “With that,” wrote Borofaky, “we parted, but though we parted, I made sure that his excellence returned to the hotel, for I followed him. This was last night, and today we have not spoken. The count is considering, he told me, whether to risk a return at once. In a few days we shall know for certain—a week at latest Have I done well? I have done my best ” CHAPTER XIIL THE COUNT’S RETURN PROMISED. Borofsky had done well—indeed he could scarcely have managed better. Nevertheless the whole of the story his letter told us, though undoubtedly a true story, rang, somehow, in a false key. This picture of father was not like my dear old dad as I knew him, and I •on Id not help feeling, though I said nothing of it to mother, that if BorofBky had exaggerated nothing in describing his violence and the eccentricity of his behavior, then my poor father must certainly be irresponsible, for the present, for his words and actions—in a word, something or some combination of circumstances had bereft him of his senses. God grant Borofsky would succeed in wringing the poor, dear old man safely home with him I The soothing influence of quiet home life and the loving attention of his wife would be more likely to restore him to himself than any other treatment. I could see that mother felt much the Bame as I about it. She looked at me with tear laden eyes when I had finished the letter. “Is that all?” she asked. “That’s all, mother,” I said, and I dared add nothing to this for fear of betraying myself. Neither did my mother speak for some little while, and, though I scarcely glanced at her, I knew well that she cried quietly. “Borofsky will bring him back in a few days, dearest,” I said at length, “and a little quiet home life will soon make him quite himself again.” “God grant it!” she said. “God grant it! Oh!” she added suddenly, with a burst of emotion. “What has my poor Vladimir ever done to be visitsd by so terrible an affliction, and what manner of calamity could have occurred to such a man that could be sufficiently overwhelming to unhinge his mind?” These were questions which I could not answer, for they were the very ones tnat were vexing my own soul as well as hers. “We shall know all, mother, in God’s good time,” I said. “Let us be patient and face the trouble. When father comes, we will make it our business to rid him of these delusions and fears, as though any ono could possibly conspire against dear old pater! He hasn’t an epemy in

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the world. I'm sure of It What can possibly have*put such ideas into his head ? He imagines he has written constantly, you see, and that his letters have been intercepted. He has not intentionally left us without newa even in this terrible time of mind unhinged and of many sad delusions. ” It comforted mother to talk, and we conversed in this way for an hour and more, but without coming to any other conclusion than that father was undoubtedly out of his mind temporarily, and that the sooner'our excellent little Sherlock Holmes succeeded in bringing him home the better. How anxiously we awaited the next letter or telegram I No words could adequately describe the anguish of suspense we suffered. What if Borofsky should have failed, after all, to induce the poor, dear, delusion haunted old man to accompany him home? He might take fright at any moment and mistrust Borofsky’s good faith, or, worse still, become violent and attack, perhaps even murder, the man in a paroxysm of madness. Merciful heaven forbid it, what a terrible thing that would be l I did not mention my forebodings to mother lest I; should frighten her, but I spoke to Percy, who said he had felt the very same fears. Then came Borofsky’s third letter, a • very short one, but a letter that gladdened our hearts and caused us to feel that all was well, or nearly so. r “I have persuaded the count to come,” he wrote, “and we shall startt tomorrow. I shall. telegraph on Tues-

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