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A nameless girl waif on the London wbarves overhears a plot between Putty, tbe landlord of Mariner's Joy, a confederate named Drigo and a stranger known as Taras, to belp some deserters escape from a ship. CHAPTER II—Tbe deserters arrive, a scuffle ensues In tbe barroom of the Joy, and Taras disappears. Ill and IV-After a vain hunt tor Taras the walf Is led by astrabge sound to a cellar beneath the bar. Following the «lew, she finds Taras Imprisoned and releases fclm through means of an old robber tunnel from tbe cellar to tbe wbarf. V—Putty and Drigo discover tbe escape and cut off tbe walf in the tunnel, but she takes terrible revenge on them and is befriended by Taras. VI, VII, VIII—The walf runs away and attempts suicide. Taras finds her in a police ceil and takes her to his own home under tbe care of Mere Lucas, his housekeeper. There she begins anew life as Aura. IX. and XI—Aura Is dressed for ber new station in Taras' household and makes tbe acquaintance of Major Kavanagb, a bosom friend of Taras, who Is a Russian nihilist. XII, XIII and XIV—Taras Is an artist making plaster groups to portray the tyianny of the czar. Aura develops by dint of hard study intola companion of tbe artist refugee. XV, XVI ana XVII-Love emotions are awakened in Aura for Taras. A cast representing downtrodden Russia is mysteriously destroyed in Taras' workshop. At a hint from Kavanagh Mere Lucas Is suspected, and Aura becomes a

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Shadowing Taras shadowed by Drigo. and rescues Taras from a

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Taras'double, Is to be abducted and delivered to tbe czar's agents. XYIV and XXV—Kudersdorf of the Russian secret police reaches London to sllcnce Taras. Gordon Is a constant caller at Tara's bouse, and bis trysts wltb Aura have the color of a love attachmont. Tbe remaining chapters tell how Gordon and Aura are carried to Russia and started on tbe read to Siberia. Aura escapes, returns to London, secures Gordon's escape and unmasks Kavanagh, who loves Gordon's affianced and Is In the pay of theczar. He meets a tor rlble fate, and Aura marries Taras, otherwise Prince fiorgensky.

CHAPTER XXVII. THE SIGNAL IS GIVEN".

"It's all right," said Kavanagh "See —there they come. Let us go on. They cannot overtake us until we are at the top of the Stairs, and I have something of k. utmost, importance to tell you. The preparation^ aro all made. We only wait now for a favorable opportunity to take the last step. That opportunity may present itself at any moment after tonight. Some time tomorrow, probably in the evening—I cannot fix the hour—or tbe next evening, certainly not later than the night following, the thing will be done. You must hold yourself in readiness for immediate action.

All depends upon your promptitude and exactness." "What am I to do?" "I am about to tell you. Listen attentively, for I may not have the chance of repeating instructions. When I come to Lambeth, Taras may be with you. Now you see this ring on my finger"—as he spoke ho passed his hand lightly over his mustache— "if you seoiton my left hand you will know that nothing can be done yet awhile, but if it is oh the little finger of the rjght hand— the right hand, mind—you will leave the room, the workshop, wherever you are— without exouae will be best—put on your things and leave the house as quickly as you aan. You may depend upon my fixing Taras' attention for a clear space of five or ton minutes. In front of Lambeth church you will find my carriage. The driver will be the long, thin man you have seen before. He knows what to do. Directly you are seated he will drive you to Gordon's chambers. You will find him in his rooms, for I shall havo seen him in the afternoon and yrarned him that a development of Rudersdprf plot Ib to 1)0 expected. Say to him: 'Taras went out before dinner and has not returned. Kavanagh says they have carried Mm off to Shadwell. He has gone on in a hansom. He sent me to fetch you. His carriage is outside. The driver knows where to take us. Come, for heaven's sake)' Now repeat what I have said."

Word for word I repeated what he had told mo to say. Ho nodded approval and said: "You need not study the part you have to act. Your own agitation will preclude any doubt of your sincerity."

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to be taken after reaching Shadwell, but reaching the top of the stairs ho cut me short. "Here they are," he said. "Now when Gordon asks you what you have learned from mo say that I saw Rudersdorf following you when you left the building and that he may be recognised by his wearing a coat with a deep sable collar and cuffs. Warn him not to alarm Taras, and you yourself be careful as you value your Ufa."

Taras and Gordon overtook us as we stood before a statue which Kavanagh had stopped to criticise with the drawling manner of a man who is at a loss to find a subject for conversation. With ready address he made some observation on sculpture which provoked discussion with Taras, and enabled mo to escape observation by felling in the roar with Gordon as we walked on Aown the half lit alley toward the Jj-ansept. Following Taras and Kavanagh, deleft the alley to cross the brightly illuminated transept. At that minute a couple of children darted out from their ambuscade behind a group of statuary and caught Gordon's diaongaged aim. Even that startled us, and before we had recovered from the surprise a young lady came forward, who I knew must be Judith Bell before Gordon introduced us.

A more unfortunate moment for this introduction could not be imagined. Gordon, at so time remarkable for self possession, and I, naturally gauche and awkward from want of cultivation, were now, under the paralysing influence of fright and nervous txdtemeat, absolutely Incapable of assuming an attitude of rational composure. We must have looked like culprits discovered in a misdeed. After stammering the asttal form of introduction in an unintelligible of bad French and English, Gordon ST' "I'm making an awful mess of this but tp confess the truth, Judith, you have taken *jo by surtwiso." "That scarcely needs confession,'1 replied Judith. "You did not think to ask Mr. Kavanagh if I were here?" "Oh, I remember, he said you were here," stammered the honest fellow, "but my thoughts hate boea to absorbed by something elws. Hang iti I don't mean that."

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wellas mirth. He submitted to be dragged away by the children to the group where Taras was chatting with Mr. and Mrs. Charles Kavanagh. "I have been a long while anxious to make your acquaintance," said Judith in her good French as we slowly walked toward tbe party. "I have heard so much about you from Mr. Gordon—so much that if I were not quite sure of his constancy 1 might feel jealous."

I could not find a word to say in reply to this advance—not one. I was not yet an adept in hypocrisy, and my tongue obstinately refused to make any profession of friendship for this girl, whose happiness might be turued to misery by my act.

Judith spoke to me again. I was introduced to Mr. and Mrs. Charles Kavanagh, but what was said, how I behaved, is lost to me now like the incidents of along past dream. I only remember looking at Judith

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zealous watchdog over the person of her turing the change in that bright i&ce y^uicn. benefactor. XVIII, XIX and XX—While •would come if Gordon fell. TnroH t/i nrotfict hinfr, Anra is must have appeared incomprehensibly odd and ill mannered or exceedingly stupid

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"Pm making an awful mess of this." The Strangeness of my behavior did not escape the notice of Taras. More than once on our way home I found him regarding me with curious interest from his corner in the compartment, and in saying "good night" there was a coldness in his voice and manner that chilled my heart.

He must-have thought Gordon guilty of inconstancy to Judith Bell and suspected me of being a party to his treachery. "What does it matter?" I exclaimed as I threw myself on my bed. "If Taras is saved, that is everything. I would sacrifice myself and the whole world for him."

I expected to see Gordon that morning, but he did not come. While we were at lunch a clerk came around from the pottery to ask if he was with us, showing that he had not put in an appearance there. Taras made up comment, but I saw him glance at me as the inquiry was being made. I kept my eyes down that I might -not betray what was in my mind. There was significance in Gordon's absence which was obvious enough to me. Kavanagh had warned him to hold himself in readiness, and he was staying at his chambers for the call which I was now certain would soon be made.

Nothing occurred during the forenoon, but we had scarcely finished dinner when Kavanagh's light knock at the door caused my heart to leap. The next minute he entered the room. His hands were gloved.

I sat in choking suspense as, in compliance with Taras' invitation, he seated himself and slowly unbuttoned his gloves, talking airily about some topic of the day as he leaned back in his chair, one leg crossed upon his knee and his elbows resting on the arms of the chair, so as to place his hands well in my view. He slowly drew off the left glove. The ring was not on the finger of that hand —not where he was to have worn it if nothing could be done. But I waited for a more decisive proof, the signal which was to bid me act.

Slowly he drew the glove from his right hand. The ring was on that finger, and as he nicely folded the gloves on his knee, passing the hand with the glittering ring over them, he cast a swift glance at me to make sure that the signal was understood.

CHAPTER XXVHL 4.

WE START FOB THE JIAKINKB'S JOY.

I left the room as Taras was opening a folded document which Kavanagh had begged him to read. Swiftly Iran to my room and put on the things I had laid out ready to my hand. At the head of the stairs I paused to assure myself that the way was clear. The muffled sound of Mere Lucas' voice humming in the kitchen and of Taras reading aloud showed that the doors were closed. Iran down noiselessly, opened the street door and perceived Kavanagh's carriage drawn up by the pavement before the church. The driver stood on the curb, and I recognised the man at once, "You know whet® to go*" I asked aa I Stepped in. "Adelphi terrace, miss, fin* replied.

In less than a quarter of an hour we reached the terrace. I stepped out, and pushing open the swing door of Grandison chambers entered the halL

Gordon, who had heard the wheels of the brougham, was on the landing above. "What is it?" he asked anxiously, running down to meet me.

I had repeated Kavanagh's instructions too frequently to forget them, and I had not overlooked the nSsessity of translating the phrases into French to avert suspicion, "Taws went out before dinner and has not returned. Kavanagh says they have carried him off to Shadwell. He has gone on in a hansom, He sent me to fetch you. His carriage is outside. The driver knows where to take us"-— "My dear girl," he interrupted, "there no n«c ^tty for you to go. Better stay out of this. There's sate to be a scrimmage." "The greater reason for going. I will go aloqe rather than be left behind.w

Saying this, he ran up stairs, taking the

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two at a time, rushed to his rooms, and a minute after came out with his hat on,,au ulster over his arm and a stout stick in his hand. He banged the door after him, rejoined me, and slipping his arm through mine to support me led me down to the hall. The officious porter again stepped forward as if he had something to say, but Gordon brushed past him impatiently and took me to the carriage. "All right!" he tailed, wedging himself in as-soon as I was seated, and before the door was closed the carriage started off.

As Kavanagh had foreseen, there was no necessity for any pretense oil my part. I shook from head to foot with excitement. "It's all right, mademoiselle," said Gordon cheerfully, slipping my arm through his and nudging it to his side. "We. shall pull through. You see Kavanagh has his wits about him. I'd back him against all the police Russia can send over here. He didn't give you any other information?" "None. Those words were all he spoke." "Enough too. He warned me last night. That fellow Rudersdorf was hanging about Lambeth all yesterday. But is seems Taras never left the house."

Thrusting his head out of the window, he called to the driver: "You know where you are to go?" "All right, sir. We are to find the governor at Sandy's walk, and if he's not there we're to cross the river to the Mariner's Joy." "Do you know all th'ese places?" *$$$ "Ought to, sir. Born in Rotherhithe and served four years in the Thames police patrolling the Pool."

As we penetrated the low lying district beyond Southwark park the fog grew thicker, the darkness more intense. "It's to be hoped we shall meet them, on this side of the river," Gordon observed, "for we shall find it difficult to cross in such darkness as this."

I made no reply, knowing that if we were to cross Kavanagh had provided the means. The streets were absolutely empty, so that the driver was able to rattle along at a good speed in spite of the darkness, which in the back streets through which we passed was unrelieved by any light save the dull gleam of an occasional street lamp.

There was a resinous smell of pine wood. On one side of the road the light fell upon stacks of timber on the other a ship's spars, projecting over the tarred palings, .was thrown into relief by the glimmering lamp beyond. We were running down by the Baltic dock. The driver shortened his pace to turn a corner, then pulled up under a lamp that stuck out from a high brick wall.

The driver whistled as he sprang down from the box. Grasping his stick, Gordon opened the door and stepped out. I crouched back in my corner of the carriage, setting my teeth, holding my breath in expectation of the coming catastrophe. The driver had given the signal. It only remained for the accomplices to spring out of the darkness and overpower Gordon.

But no one appeared. The driver whistled again, looking around him in perplexity. "I don't understand it," he said after waiting a moment for some sound to break the silence. "The governor told me I should find him here, or some one else." "You are sure this is the place?" Gordon asked. "Certain. There's the old boat," nodding at an upturned boat hard by on the fore shore, "and there's the beershop," nodding to a glimmer of light across the waste space opposite the wall. "He must be down by the water. Wait here half a minute, sir.".

With these words he ran off along the foreshore, and in a minute was lost to sight in the fog. "Kavanagh must have crossed theriver," said Gordon, "and the person he promised tostation here to meet us has evidently yielded to the temptation of that beershop. That's much more probable than that he should go down to the water. You won't mind being left alone for a minute or two?" "No, no. I am not afraid." "I'll try the beershop. If Kavanagh's man is not there, I may find some one who will take me across."

He hurried across the open space, and I saw his figure against the light as he entered the house by a swing door.

There was a moment of intense silence, and then I heard a long, distinct whistle in the direction taken by the driver.

My eyes were fixed upon the beershop. The thickness of tlie night and the distance prevented my making it out clearly, but it seemed to me that there were two doors to it—one on each side of the front, with its two spears of gas—and this was presently proved to be the case by a man slipping out on the other side to that entered by Gordon. Another and another followed, all with swift stealth. Outside they stood together for a moment, looking gigantic in the fog. Then, as the driver whistled again from the shore, they started off at a run toward the waterside. Probably knowing that I must be in the carriage, they kept as far from it as possible. Nevertheless I saw the three phantom figures file past and disappear into the darker distance.

A few minutes elapsed, and Gordon came quickly from the beershop, followed by a man who carried a lantern. "I've found a man to take us over. He knows the Mariner's Joy," said Gordon as he joined me. "Know the Joy, ah!" chimed in the old waterman with a grin. "I'll get ye across somehow, though I'll have to kinder feel my way, I reckon, in this here fog."

Just then the driver came running up with a man. "Governor's gone over to the Mariner's Joy, sir," said he. "Left this party to row you across." "I can do without him," said Gordon. "I've found another man to do that job."

CHAPTER XXIX. CAPTURED.

The long visaged driver expostulated. "Mr. Kavanagh engaged this man, »ir,': •aid he, "and he'd been here, only he's just gone down to see that his boat was all right." "That's a lie!" cried the waterman Gordon had found. "Why, him and his mates were in the 'Dog and Duck' when this gent came In, and he'd 'a' seed him if he'd gone in the jug department 'stead of the bar side. 'Sides, who are you?" he added combatively, holding his lantern in the other's face. "You ain't no licensed watermanyon ain't nobody of these parti Why, you ain't nothin but a bloomin furriner, as can't ast for a drop o' beer in plain English!" "Anyhow," said Gordon decisively, "I shall take the roan Freengaged, "i1c'smore likely to get through this fog than a man who doe n't know the river well/* and turning to me he would have persuaded me to return to tbe carriage and go no further, but I resolutely refused to accede to this proposal, feeling that the least I could do was to stand by him to the last. "You will wait here till we return," said Gordon to the driver as he trave me his arm.

The man, idently dis o:?certed by tlx* unlocked for turn cf affair*, responded with a sullen nod. I looked around for the confederate, but he bad disappeared.

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That'll never do. All right, mademoiselle. Pluck's everything. Wait a moment."

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The waterman, carrying the lantern, descended to the water's edge with a swinging gait, and we followed at his heels. Then he left us to fetch his boat. I disengaged my hand from Gordon's arm that he might be free to defend himself in case of attack, my reason being swayed by conflicting feelings. Anything might happen, I knew not what. Would these men, balked in the design to get Gordon into their boat, attempt to seize him now? It was possible, but it seemed to me more probable that in view of an alarm being raised by the waterman they would folloT? us to Ferryboat stairs and make the attempt nearer to the Joy, where they might have the assistance of Putty or any other agents employed in the affair. Nevertheless every sense was on. the alert to catch a sign of movement in the still darkness that surrounded us.

The lantern bobbed up and down as the boatman scrambled from boat to boat until he reached his wherry and pulled into the shore. We got into the boat and seated ourselves in the stern. The waterman set tha lantern at our feet and pushed off. "The light ain't no manner o' good to me," he explained. "I've got to feel my way acrost. The tide's a-runnin out about three-quarters, and I shall know by the wash of it pretty well whether my boat's right for the Joy." "Not much danger of being fouled by anything tonight," Gordon remarked. "No, sir there ain't nothin but the police boat moviu tonight and no craft lying in the Pool betwixt this andDoggets' crick."

Nevertheless before we had gone a couple of yards we ran into something—what it was could not be discovered, for by the time Peter Meech bad lifted up the lantern nothing could be seen either ahead or alongside of us. "I lay it's them dangnation furriners a-foulin us out of spite. If it had been a Englishman, he'd 'a' swore at us like a man."

He replaced the lantern and took the oars again. For some time he rowed in silence then, after a pause, he growled out some particularly strong words in an undertone and pulled with one oar only. The muttering ceased, and he laid himself to both oars with redoubled vigor. Presently he paused again, and with another outburst of forcible expressions tugged at one oar viciously. After a third repetition of this singular behavior he said, in reply to ordon's question: "What's the matter, master? Why, this is the most mysterious thing ever I knowed. I keeps on a-draggin and a-draggin of her up, and it 'pears like as if she kep' on a-goin down. I can't get any way on her anyhow& And we ought to be right over by this time. You don't see ne'er a glimmer of light, do you?" "It's as black as the deuce all round." "Well, we're bound to get the way on her now if ebbs is ebbs," he muttered as he labored at the single oar. Then, after pulling in silence for a minute or two, "Mister, it don't seem to you like as if you heerd anything but my oar a-goin, do it?"®* "No:» L* "That's a good un too. Bother me if I don't think I can smell that taller ship a-layin off Doggets' crick. Cuss me if it ain't taller too. Here, look at this," he cried suddenly, after leaning over the side and dipping his hand in the water. "We're Brgoin quicker than the tide."

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The waterman carrying the lantern descended to the water's edge. He caught up the lantern, and casting its light ihto the forepart of the boat he added, with a running accompaniment of expletives: "If I didn't think so! It's them underhanded furriners playin this trick on us. They're got a line on us, a-towin us down."

Setting down the lantern, he scrambled forward to disengage the grapnel by which we were being towed, but before he had time to accomplish this the boat in front backed, struck our bow and ground down alongside us. The feeble glimmer of the lantern was sufficient to reveal some dusky object bearing down upon us, a hand laid on the side of our boat and another stretched out to seize the lantern, the figure of the waterman kneeling on the thwart, and his face turned in exasperation toward the offensive "furriner." Then an oar swept down and struck him on the head, a man from the other boat trundled over the side into ours, the lantern was snatched out and dropped into the water, and we wer*» left in utter darkness.

The waterman had fallen over with a grunt, stunned, and now lay quiet enough in the bottom of the boat. All we heard was a mnrmured command and the splash of oars in front of us.

Gordon had started to his feet at the moment Meech fell, shouting a hasty demand for an explanation, but he got no answer, anA the extinguishing of the light rendered Mm powerless, and his chief concern waste assure me that no harm could come to me. The whole affair was inexplicable to him. not knowing that the object of this attack was to take him prisoner. I myself could not see how it was to end, for I still thought ant Gordon was to be taken to the Mariner's Joy.

A whistle was blown in the boat that towed us, and another whistle, seemingly at no great distance, immediately replied. I concluded that this signal was made from the shore, and a faintspeck in the darkness led me to think that we were nearing Ferryboat stairs. Butas we approached it tbe light took a reddish glare, not to be mistaken for tbe light of a gas lamp. The whistle was blown again andj|eplied to as before, only this time it sounded quite «ear, and at the same time a white light to deeoend from the level of the red. '•This Is the oddest thing in the world," said Gordon in atone of perplexity. "That must be a ship's light in front of us, and the lantern is evidently coming down the aide."

Then I understood tbe position of affairs. Gordon was to be taken on board the Russian vessel and not to tbe Mariner's Joy, as Kavanagh had intended.

In a few minutes we were drawn alongside the dark hull of the steamer. On the little platform at the foot of the side steps an officer in Along cloak waa standing, with a bright, bullseye lantern. The light lazsled me when he turned it in onr faces. The man who had scrambled into our boat

drew us close to the platform and held us in that position. The office^ raised his hat and said in Russian: "Will the Prince Taras Borgensky be good enough to step onboard?" I knew enough of the language to understand that. "What does he say, mademoiselle?" asked Gordon.

My heart sickened for an instant, but summoning up courage I replied: "He says Taras is on board and wishes to Metis." "Great heaven!" Gordon exclaimed, rising. "I see how it is now. They've got poor old Taras. I'm afraid it's too late for us to help him, but we must go up and see." "Here, vflhere am I?" growled the waterman from the bottom of the boat. "What's all this here."

CHAPTER XXX. A TRAP.

The Volga was already coaling up. I heard the clank of furnace doors and the scraping of shovels as we passed the engine room. The officer who had received us led the way to the deck cabin a couple of men following close at our heels.

The cabin was well lit. An elderly, sharp visaged man, in a close fitting official costume, was seated at the table in the middle, with writing. materials and a pile of documents before him. He rose, removing his cap as we entered. The officer placed chairs for us near the table, and begging us to be seated unbuttoned his overcoat. As he threw it open I observed that he wore a belt with a pistol holster attached to it. the flaps unbuttoned.

I sat down, faint with emotion, now that my part was played, but Gordon remained standing, his brows bent, his countenance overcast with pain, believing that Taras had been taken prisoner. Again the officer, speaking in Russian, begged him to take a seat. Gordon turned to me. I dropped my head, ashamed to meet his eyes. "I dou't know what he says, but I suppose he wants me to sit down," said he. "Will you tell him, mademoiselle, that we have come to see Taras, and that's all we want?"

I made no reply, but remained silent with downcast eyes. "I beg your pardon," be said with earnest solicitude, "I forgot that you—that this blow must naturally fall heavily upon you. You are ill?"

I shook my head. Once more the courteous official offered a chair, and Gordon refusing it with a curt "No, thanksl" he shrugged his shoulders, and seating himself at the head of the table took up a paper and began to read from it in Russian. Gordon stopped bim in the first sentence. "If you are reading that paper for my benefit," said he, "allow me to tell you that you are wasting your time. I don't understand a word of Russian."

The old gentleman, who had seated himself on the left hand of the officer, leaned forward, and speaking for the first time said in fairly good English and with a trace of sarcasm in his bland smile: "Surely the prince has not been expatriated so long as to forget his native tongue?" "I'm not a prince, and my native tongue is English," Gordon asserted stoutly. "Ah! I understand," the old gentleman responded with the same ironical blandness. "You wish to plead mistaken identtty." ?Ji "I don't know what# you mean. I have come on board to see Taras—Prince Borgensky—at his request." "Pardon me, I was at the head of the stairs when Count Rudersdorf invited the prince—addressing you, of course, in the third person—to come on board."

At the name of Rudersdorf I lifted ray head in surprise to look at the officer. Was thisthe relentless enemy, the "bloodhound" that Kavanagh had gone to such lengths to outwit—this polite, middle aged, not unmerciful, certainly not ferocious looking man? "What on earth does this mean?" asked Gordon, turning to me. Then, getting no response, he addressed the officer: "Will you answer me one question, please? Is Taras on board tfiis vessel?" "If you are not Taras, he certainly is not," was the direct reply. "Then I am not Taras. There is no necessity to stay here any longer."

He turned as if to go. In that instant Rudersdorf touched a gong and slipped his hand into the holster. Almost simultaneously the two burly fellows who had followed us to tbe cabin stepped in and stationed themselves before the door, each armed with a revolver. Gordon stopped abruptly. "Pardon me," said the elderly gentleman as if nothing had occurred to break the thread of the discussion, "there is a necessity to-stay. We have a warrant for the arrest of Prince Borgensky, which Count Rudersdorf will proceed to read to you if you choose to hear it, arid until you can give satisfactory proof that you are not Taras Borgensky you must consider yourself a prisoner. Of course," he continued with a shrug and a smile, "I need not point out to you that resistance is perfectly useless and may be fatal." "My name is George Gordon I can give you my eard."

The old man held up his hand derisively aa he said: "We are quite aware that you have adopted that name, and also that you have lately been living at Grandison Chambers, Adelplii terrace. The count has been watching you closely for some time. Here is an accurate description of your person, if you would like to see it. Wehave taken the utmost pains to assure ourselves of your identity before taking this important step, you may be sure." "Hang it! If you will not believe my word, what proof can I give you?"

With a smile, as ff Gordon's affected ignorance, tbe old gentleman drew from his pocket a well worn document and showing

"The papers which every one is compelled by police regulations to carry." "In England, sir," said Gordon fiercely, "that humiliation is only put upon those who merit it by their crimes." "Do you wish me to believe that an Englishman is not obliged to produce papers of identification at the request of tbe police?" "Not unless he is a ticket of leave man."

The old gentleman, in complete astonishment, communicated this information to Rudersdorf, who shook his head with an incredulous smile. "This young lady will tell you that I am not Taras,1' said Gordon. "We cannot expect any young lady to incriminate her friend. We are very well acquainted with Mile. Aura Soltikoff. She hassaved you thrice from apprehension, but she will not succeed a fourth—at any rate, not by such simple means as.you suggest/' "Will the evidence of another friend con vince you?" "Undoubtedly, if the friend is reliable." "You seem to be pretty well informed upon some points," said Gordon after a few

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•STMs Company Is managed by a combination of the largest and most influential newspapers In tfco United States, for the express pnrpose of protecttheir subscribers against unscrupulous and Incompetent Patent Agent*, and each paper printing this advertisement vonohes for the rcsponsU bUlty and high standing of tho Press CloimB Company.

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Epps's Cocoa

BREAKFAST—SUPPER.

"Byathoiough knowledge of tbe natural laws wbich govern the operations of digestion and nutrition, and by a careful application of tbe fine properties of well-selected Cocoa, Mr. Epps has provided our breakfast tables with a delicately. flavored beverage whioh may save us many heavy doctors' bills. It is by the judicious use of such articles of diet that a constitution may be gradually built up until strong enough to resist every tendency to disease. Hundreds of subtle maladies are floating around us ready to' attack wherever there is a weak point. We may escape many a fatal shaft by keeping ourselves well fortified with pure blood and a properly nourished frame."—Civil Service Gazette,

Mode simply with boiling water or milk. Sold only in half-pound tins, by grocers, tar beled thus: JAMBS KPPS & CO-

Homoeopathic Chemists. London, %ng,

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Attorney-at-Law,

420% "Wabash Ave., in McLean's Building.

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