Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 24, Number 24, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 9 December 1893 — Page 3

Out of the Jaws of Death:

"Continued from Second Page. knows only a little French. He would say

at once in Euglish that he was not Taras. "Rndersdorf would laugh in his face. Nearly every prisoner tries to get off by pretending he is not the real man, but somebody elsa. Tbey would ask hied for his papers to prove bis identity. An Englishman never carries papers, and Gordon's

inability to produce them would convict him at once in the eyes of a Russian official vnacquainted with onr customs."

For a moment 1 ceased to think of Taras, and I saw only Gordon, my genial, kiud hearted friend, torn away from his friends and the occupation which had given him a new nest for life. "Poor Gordon 1" I murmured.

Seeing that opposition served better than persuasion to stimulate my resolution. Kavanagh shifted bis ground. "Poor Gordonl" he echoed. "A man who never injured any living creature." "What of that?" I fired up. "He has done nothing for mankind that others have not done. There are thousands of men as good as he. There is not another in the world like Taras." "That is true. But it seems a cruel, an awful shame to make him suffer for no fault of his. It's a villainous thing to do No, hang it! I can't bring myself to pJUy this treacherous part. I must think of it I" "But you are certain that his life will not be taken." "As certain as am that the sun will rise tomorrow. But to him freedom" "They will not keep him prisoner for ever," I interrupted nguiu. "No," he said, with a smile. "But," he added gravely, "he may be kept prisoner for months," "•Months!" I exclaimed, astonished by the lightness of the penalty. "Possibly." Ho seemed to misinterpret my surprise. "On the other hand, he may be set at liberty in a few weeks. It all depends upon the length of time he has to wait for official examination. The minister of police of course knows Taras, and the moment he sees Gordon the mistake va be discovered." "A few weeks—a few months—that is nothing!" "To you." "Or to him. A man with half his kind ness would undergo that cheerfully to save his friend. Gordon will agree to it him self, 1 know." "I believe he would if we could make him a party to the scheme. Unfortunately we cannot. He is the worst actor in the wydd. The slightest evidence of complicity on his part would arouse Rudersdorf suspicions, and the thing would fall through."

I nodded assent to this, knowing how awk ward poor Gordon wa* But Kavanagh'» hesitation to act still mystified me. "A short period of captivity seems to you a trifle in comparison with the life of a friend," he observed. "Yes, it is, and I cannot understand why you hold back." "There are a good many things that worn en do not understand, au'l honor between frieuds is one of them, I fear. And it is not only this breach of honor which I have to consider," lie added in a less resentful tone, seeing that my perplexity had not been removed. "You have lost sight of the fact that this affair dooms me to per petual exile, if not to death." "Yes, I forgot that. I understand now. But surely the society will forgive you •everything for having saved Taras."

Ho shook his head mournfully. "Tho society Is governed by hard and fast rules and permits no member to do harm for the sake of the good it may produce. Besides," he added quickly to avoid criti cism of this very antinihilistic principle, "they will certainly regard this as an expe dieut to escape the penalty of previous acts. It is useless to, cheat myself with false hopes. If we carry out this scheme, 1 must prepare to fly the country the day thatGor don returns."

Wo both sit silent for a little time, I feeling that the sacrifice could only be made by free will. "One thing," said Kavanagh at length iu a lighter tone—"one thing that pleases me in this idea is that It would completely crush the enemy. When Gordon came back and made his experiences public, there would be such a blaze up in the papers that the Russian government would not dare to make any furthor attempt to kidnap Taras Rudersdorf, for permitting himself to be cheated, would probably be awarded a lifelong post at Archangel im a reward for his services, and Taras would be suffered to live in peace." "That Is worth a great sacrifice," I said. "Yes, I will think of it. Cotne, it is time to return."

On our way back he said "I am glad I have talked it out with you. One sees things so much more clearly by the light another mind throws on them."

And as the brougham stopped before the door he said: "I shall have made up my mind by tomorrow, ami you shall know the result."

Fervently I prayed that- he might decide to carry out his deRi^i, and this probably was the wish he had taken so much pains to inspire

CHAPTEK XXIV. KAVA.V.urn's SACRIFICE

Kavanagh, whoso comprehensive forethought nothing scorned to escape, went Into tho house with me, and iu au easy, chatty way gave Tarns an exhaustive description of the show we had been to. He must have observed my incapacity to form auy idea upon the affair and thought prudent to relieve me from the embarrassment of answering the questions which Taras would probably put to me. "I, too, have been looking at chrysanthemums," said Tarns when Kavanagh came to the end of his account, and he pointed to the book he had been reading. "'TheLaud of the Chrysanthemums,®'' Kavanagh said, reading the title. Then opening the book and glancing at a page, he continued: "Its charms are not overrated, I suppose. It must be a delightful haven for tho man who seeks refuge from the storms of life."

They talked upon this subject until Kav auRgh rose to go. "I should like to rend this book when yon have done with it," he said. "Take St with you. It's like a volume of poems—pleasant to dip into now and then rather than to wade through, and I shall be quite as happy to take my next dip in a couple of weeks as iu a couple of day*."

I had listened to this" conversation with especial interna, conceiving that Kavanagh had a particular purpose in making inqui riee about this distant country. "Where Is that land you ware speaking about to Mr. Kavanagh?" asked Taras when we were at dinner. "Japan? Oh. right on the other aid* of the world." 1 "Then it must be very difficult to get a*.1" "One must travel for wtekx continuously

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to reach there," he said, and then he went on to gossip about the country and the ways and customs of the people with theij simple, sweet and peaceful disposition.

The next morning, just after lunch, Hava na^i brought back the book. He had read it through. "When I take up a thing. I a.n bound to go through it to the end," he said in reply to Taras' exclamation of surprise, but a significant glance at me as he raise! his

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gave a double meaning to his words. I left them talking about books of travel, and ranpiug up to my room dressed quickly to go out. Buttoning my gloves, I returned to the living Toom and told Taras that I was going into the Kennington road. "May I offer you a seat in my brougham

Kavanagh asked, rising. I accepted, and we presently went out together. "Budersdorf has arrived," Kapupgh said gravely when we had started.

I had to close my teeth to prevent them chattering with the excitement that shook me. "I saw him this morning." he continued in the same somber tona "Have you settled what you will do?" 1 asked, stammering at each word. "Oh, I had decided that question beforel saw him. It must be done. There is no other way out of tho difficulty."

He laughed bitterly as some expression of thankfulness and gratitude escaped me. "You do not regret it? It is a good thing to be able to save a friend," I said. "Yes, but one may be excused for feeling badly used in having to escape even the lesser of two evils. However," he udded in a lighter tone, "if it is to be done, it is well to do it with a good grace. Still, it's a big wrench—tearing one's self away forever from frieuds and everything that has made life pleasant." "Yes," said 1, putting myself in his place. "Jt is a' terriule sacrifice to give up all you love like that. I'm afraid I have uot thought enough of your loss." "Never-mind that, my dear girl. For heaven's sake, don't cry!"

A tear of sympathy had started to my eyes as 1 thought of the grief it would lw to leave Taras uVen to save him. "Come. There's no time for sentiment. We have to act. You will have to help lue in ihis affair." "I am giad of that. What am' 1 to do?" "At present the sole object you have to regard is to keep Taras entirely ignorant of what is going on." "is that all?".I asked, with disappointment. "Fur the present,yes. The time to do more will come soon enough—soon enough, you will find.

CHAPTER XXV. THE LAST CHANCE.

"We must take every precaution to prevent the possibility of failure," said Kavanagh. "It is our last chance." "Have you thought out how it is to be done?" I asked.

Overcoming the hesitation which kept him silent for a few moments, he said: "1 think 1 may safely trust you. You are not likely to be imprudent or careless." "Careless! How can 1 be? Isn't tii#life of Taras at stake?" "Indeed it is. The slightest rumor of suspicion would ruin our hopes, and remember it is uot more important tode ceive Rudersdorf than it is to keep Taras In the dark. If he dreamed of our intention to get Gordon seized in his place, he would be the first to telegraph to the minister of police and waqn him against the deception that might possibly be put upon Rudersdorf." "Yes, he would, or never suffer Gordon to take his place. He shall learn nothing from me." "My plan is a simple one. It is merely to lure Gordon to tho Mariner's Joy aud serve him as Taras was served—of course employing other men than those who made Tarus prisoner. The less complicated the scheme is, the better," he pursued, seeing possibly the reluctance I felt. "If you can suggest anything simpler, I shall be only too happy to adopt it, providing, of course, that it is equally practicable." "Wouldn't it be easier to givo him a sleeping draft and carry him off in the same way as you did Taras?"

He shook his head dubitativeljr and said: "It might be easier, simpler and better in one respect, but we must look beyond the mere act of getting Gordon away. Now, what would the cousequences be? Gordon would be missed and inquiries made. It would be found that the same accident had befallen him which overcame Taras a short time*before and that he had last be«m seen with me. What account could 1 give that would satisfy his friends and Taras? Slow as Taras is to suspect, his doubts mnst be raised by tho peculiar coincidence, and" "No, no, that wouldn't'do," I said, interrupting him. "Your plan is better—the first how are you going to get George Gordon to the Joy?" "When the time comes, you must take him there on pretense that Taras has been Beized aud may be found in the cellar where he was confined before. There is nothing to fear," he said, again noticing my hesitation. "I myself shall come as seldom as possible to Lambeth in order to avoid any suspicion of collusion. If any simpler scheme presents itself, I will let you know, and of course you shall have timely and definite instructions when the moment comes for action."

That won't be long, will it?" No longer than is absolutely necessary. You must have patience meanwhile. A single false step would ruin everything. Undue haste would awake Kudersdorf's suspicion, and then," he added, with a sigh, "there are my own affairs to wiud up— property to be realized, belongings to dispose of, friends to be hunted up for the last time possibly." He was silent awhile, and then breaking away from reflections that seemed to shake his purpose he concluded: "I shall bolt the vjery day that Gordon is taken on board the Volga. It will be thought then that he and I have simply run away together for a holiday—till the truth is known."

This reference to the sacrifice he was about to make silenced me and precluded further discussion. I felt great confidence In the success of Kavanagh's scheme, it was evident that he would have succeeded before but for my intervention. Now every effort that I made would be to carry out his design. ,My only fear was that coosid eration of his own interests would change his purpose.

An unusual expression of gravity in Go? don's face when he called the next morning told me that he had already received some intimation of Taras' danger. "Mademoiselle," said he almost as soon as Mere Lucas had closed the door on us, "do yon think you could understand me if I spoke In English?"

VI aare safl am/' I raplta}. "You can answer in 1" reach, you know, which to a lot easier to understand than to apeak. If yon can't follow me, we'll give II up and try the other way. Bnt the fact to 1 have something of a delicate nature to tall yon, and I'm «o confoundedly bad at Ifttnch that It's doubtful if oould explain

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it just as I want to, you know, In that lau Kuage." I agreed to this proposal, and he, after pulling his beard in silent meditation for a' minute, said with an uneasy laugh: "To tell you the truth, mademoiselle, now that I toe the line, so to speak, I find it's not such an easy matter to tell you in English as I thought it would^e. Well, the long and short of it is, I heard something last night which has made me feel deucedly anxious and uncomfortable, and though I should be awfully sorry to alarm you I think you ought to be made acquainted with the facts of the case. That is Barry Kavanagh'a opinion also, and he's a man of the world, you know, and a deuced long headed fellow." "If it concerns our friend Taras," I said in a low voice, "I beg you not t^ hesitat in telling me anything you^iave heard." "It does concern him," he replied, drop ping his voice also. "Perhaps you know that he is in danger of being seized by the secret police of Riissia." "I have every reason to know it. Two attempts have already been made to take him away." "Kavanagh told me that, and also that in each case the attempt was knocked on the head, so to speak, by you. Do you think Taras ought to be warned?"

What would that do? If you told Taras that Rudersdorf was waiting out there on the bridge to shoot him. Tares, without a second thought, would go out on the bridge to face him."

Gordon nodded assent. "I think that'swhat I should do myself.'" hie said. "But that is not what we want Taras to do." "No, we want to keep him out of dangei as much as possible but, as Kavanagh pointed out, anything that we can do must be done without his knowledge."

"All that we can do is to be on the alert for anything that occurs. I can only watch as I have watched before." "You will let me know if you see anything, won't you? I'll drop in pretty fie quently, and should you want help at am time when I'm not in the works or at th» office you will find me at my diggings at the Adelphi terrace. 1 shall look iu every night, until I feel sure that I may not lie wanted." rfV

Just then we heard TaraS coming dowii the passage. He entered the room be urn Gordon could beat a retreat or even ossuy,u the natural attitude of a visitor. A. worst actor never existed than this honest,-sim ple.fellow, nor one less capable of conceal ing anything, and his clumsy efforts to ap pear unconstrained and easy gave him su'en an air of guilty embarrassment th^t any one less acquainted with his amiable Char acter than Taras would have certainly sun pected him of some wrougdoing. An ir repressible smile broke over Taras' face as he shook hands with his friend and congratn lated him on l'ooking so rosy and well. It was a trying time for poor Gordon, but fear of the ordeal did not deter him from keeping his word. Every day he called in and always at an hour when Taras wa working in his atelier.

Mere Lucas was delighted. She saw in these visits the realization of her hopes and gave me to, understand by mauy encourag ing winks and sly observations that she knew perfectly well Gordon came only make love to me.

It seemed to me that Taras put the same construction on these visits and the awk ward behavior of Gordon. He gave menu verbal hint of his belief. I drew my con elusions rather from his reserve on the sub ject. Always he spoke of Gordon with warm affection, and yet I fancied with a certain tinge of pain which I was then quite at a loss to account for.

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Mgf CHAPTER XXVL HEARING THE END. Now that Gordon could convey hn thoughts without pulling up in the middle of each sentence to find words to express them he became much more communicative, ai», kindly feeling rapidly expanded into gemi ine friendship. He liked to talk about hi.* sweetheart, and he found me an attentive and sympathetic listener. I wanted to know all about Judith Bell. I was eager to sound the depth of their mutual attach ment and ascertain tho, probable outcome of this love affair. The aspect of Kavanagh plan for kidnaping Gordon was consider ably altered by its bearing upon Judith We had agreed that Gordon himself would willingly accept the part assigned him. But these arguments seemed to' lose their forc now that another was concerned. Knowing how I should feel the loss of Taras, I could not be indifferent to the anxiety and pain to be inflicted on Gordon's sweetheart, even though that anxiety might end soon But for all that I never wavered in the de termination to play out my part. No con sideration of frieuds or self could turn me from my purpose.

Gordon saw Kavanagh frequently, but he had little to report except that the detectives were closely watching Rudersdorf, who as yet had not left the neighborhood of Shadwell, where he had taken lodgings. Whether this was true or not I had no means of knowing, for Kavanagh still kept away, though a week had parsed since our last interview. The suspense of these days was hard to bear, but incidentally I learned a fact from Gordon, which explained and excused his postponing the final act to the last moment possible. "Do you see Miss Bell very often?" 1 asked Gordon one day. "Not half so often as I should like to. I assure you," he replied, and then, rather in consequently, as it seemed to me, he added "you see, she's such a brick of a girl." "Is that any reason why you should not see her if she's engaged to you?" "Well, that's a provisional sort of affair, you know. It all depends on the success of the pottery, hang it, though of course it's bound to succeed. You see, the old colonel has stuck all his capital into the concern. It wasn't much, to be sure, but it's all he has. Well, if he gets a jolly good income out of it, Judith will be my wife If he doesn't—well then"—after pulling his beard reflectively for a minute in silence— "well, then we shall be married all the same, only it will be a deuce of a bother." "I don't think I quite understand." 'It's like this, mademoiselle, I don't mind telling you, because you are the last one in the world that would betray the confident* of a friend. The fact is poor old Bell's had a rough time of it, and through trusting one confounded kind friend and backing bills for another has got his finances into such a muddle that I doubt if he would have £30 a year to live upon if all his pre cions bonds and securities and shares were put in the market ami realized. Weil, you know, he doesn't know that, an/l heaven forbid it should ever com* to his earn. It shan't if I can have a hand In cooking his accounts, yon may be sore. But the deuce of it is the old boy's &<* proud as I*ocifer. and it would just break his heart it be found out one day that he was subsisting on any one's generosity—a sort of pensioner, don't you know. And—well, that's how ft to, don't you see." "No, I don't quite. How does that affect yoor mArriage with

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though the colonel doesn't. You lames are yuch a lot sharper.than we at seeing right into things. She knows that if'this last venture of her poor old dad's breaks down, he must learn the truth, and—well, she's got a bit of the colonel's pride in her straight back, too, bless her! and she won't marry me before she is certain that I am not to be saddled with her father. It's confounded nonsense of course—we're bound to marry because we couldn't love anybody else—but I honor her for it, you know. She is a brick." "But still, if you love each other, it seems natural that you should want to see each other sometimes, even if you can't marry," I said, thinking of Taras. "Oh, T\e do sometimes, but not every day —not even once a week. It isn't practicable, because, don't you know, Judith isn't exactly free. Knowing the critical state of their pecuniary resources, she took svn engagement as nursery governess that win show you what a capital sort of girl she is. This is quite between you and me, for the colonel, with his awfully narrow ideas about class and that sort of thing, would be horrified at th« notion of his daughter earning her living." "But how is.it kept a secret from him?" "Ob, that's easy enough! He suppose", that she is str.ying at Sydenham on a visit with Mrs. Kavanagh, who is an old friend." "Mrs. Kavanagh!" I exclaimed in astonishment. "ifrs. Charles Kavanagh—Barry Kavanagh's sister-in-law,he explained. "I did nov know that he had any relatives living in London." 0 "That's not a bit surprising. KavanAgh's such an awfully rum, taciturn fellow in some matters. You never know what he feels or thinks Or knows or does or aity.thing about him. I must have known him ?v couple of years and with some degree of Intimacy before I discovered and then by accident that his mother wa^ living." "Is she living now?"

"Oh, dear, yes. She resides with the family at Sydenham. It's odd, isn't it? One would-think he had no one dearer to him than Taras and me. It seems so natural to talk about people you lov£, and I bcl'-.'ve Barry's a mOsi. devoted son and brother. I know he spends a couple of days a week 'at Sydenham. 1 suppose it's the logical outcome of his confounded rationalism."

After hearing t-llis I could not expect that Kavanagh would take the finalatep one moment beforo Rudersdorf patience had been stretched to the utmost limit.

One morning, it must, have been tho 9th of November, Taras, looking at the paper, said: "There's to be a large display of fireworks at the Crystal palace tonight. Shall we go and see it?"

I acceded jcyfully to the propo: il "Then I'll knock off at lunchtime.*-' said he, going to the window and looking out. "We may as well take advantage of tim sunny day. We may not get many more.'

To my oversensitive ear there was something terribly prophetic in that phrase, and indeed there seemed to be a touch of sadness in his voice as if some sorrowful prognostic were passing through Liis mind.

I looked forward to our spending tlie afternoon and evening together alone, uv.t Taras, finding Gordon with me when he came down from his'work, asked.him to stay to lunch and go with us, donbtle -s. .thinking to add to my pleasure." Gordo,i accepted the invitation with vexations alacrity. I hated him for coming between me and Taras, but my vexation wore off before we reached the palace.

I had never been there before, and the beauty of the grounds, the flowers and creeping plants in the building and the music charmed my senses and quite restored my good temper. Gordon was particularly good humored and lively, and his mirth was infectious the solemn diners and severely correct waiters seemed quite scandalized by our gajety at dinner.

We saw the fireworks from the upper terrace. There were a great many people there. The last bouquet of rockets had been fired, and the falling splashes of color were fading away when a voice beside me said: "Ah, I have found you at last!" It was Kavanagh who spoke, though I did not recognize him immediately in the darkness that followed the bright flood of light. 'Wesaw you going down the steps," he explained as he shook hands with us. "Mrs. Charles insisted on my pursuing you, but I lost sight of you in the crowd. We shall find them in the transept."

We made our way slowly with the throng flowing into the' building. The crowd at the entrance was so great that we separated Kavanagh and I going in advance of Taras and Gordon. Having passed the door, we waited for them to rejoin us. be on in N W

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