Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 24, Number 27, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 30 December 1893 — Page 2

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the care of Mere Lucas, his housekeeper There she begins a new life as Aura. IX, and XI--Aura is dressed for her new station iD Taras' household and makes tbeacqualntance of Major Knvanagh, a bosom friend of qmcKiy. 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 for Taras. A cast representing down trodden Russia is mysteriously destroyed In Taras1 workshop. At a hint from Kavanagh Mere Lucas Is suspected, and Aura becomes a zealous watchdog over the person of her benefactor. XVIII, XIX and XX—While

Ivan Dontremember

as 1 rose. "That's the worst of being perfectly reasonable—one's sure to offend some amiable fool. Now. if you only had a ruble or two" "What!" cried Gordon, tearing open his coat to get at his note case. "You will sell your liberty?" "Of course 1 will. Schemyl always keeps a good stock on band on the chance of a moueved customer dropping in. Pleuty more where this came from," he continued, untieing his wick and producing a loaf. "It's rather a hi«h price—a ruble a loaf, pretty nearly half a crown of your money —but these poor government officials must live."

Without a wort! Gordon snatched a note from his case, thrust it into Ivan's haud and took possession of the. loaf. Then, with horrible laughter, we tore the loaf in two and ate with the ravenous fury of starved beasts. For a tint© we forgot everything but the animal joy of satisfying our craving appetite. Whether Ivan spoke to us or not I do not know. It was not until our hunger had been appeased that we could think of him, "What right harr you to put temptation in a poor dw ii's way lie growled. "Do you know the value of the note you gave me?"

Gordon shook his head, still eating. "A thousand rubles—three years' freedom 1 Lifelong freedom, who knows? Take It back, or I may be tempted yet to knock vou on the head/'

Ho pushed the note into Gordon's haud and turning away set his elbows on bis knees, dropped his bristly red beard in his palms and rocked himself slowly backward and forward, scowling Into the fire.

Gordon looked at him and then at me in

tntly glancing rotted and perceiving that Gordon still held the uotein his hand, Ivan Dootrwnember said angrily: "Put It away, I tell you—hide it up.

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A nameless girl waif on the I»ndon wharves overhears a plot between Putty, the landlord of Mariner's Joy, a confederate named Drlgo and a stranger known as Tarns, to help some deserters escape from a ship. CHAPTER II—The deserters arrive, a scuffle ensues in the barroom of the Joy, and Tares disappears. Ill and IV-After a vain hunt for Taras the waif is led by a strange sound toacsllar beneath the bar. Following the «ew, she findsTaras Imprisoned and releases taira through means of an old robber tunnel from the cellar to the wharf. V—Putty and Drico discover the escape and cut off the waif in the tunnel, but she takes terrible revenge on them and is befriended by Taras VI, VII, VIII—The waif runs away and attempts suicide. Taras blance to a Russian has not only saved my eel! and takes hereto his own Jiome^und^r

to protect him Aura She

cAiadowlng Taras Siadowed by Drlgo. She gives him the slip and rescues Taras from abduction Knv anagh. XXI, XXII and XXIII—Kavanagh explains that he is engaged in a deep Uiflave Taras from assassination by

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CHAPTER XXXVI. FREEDOM AT A KUIJLE A DAT. "You seem to treat the danger pretty lightly," said Gordon. "Perhaps you are tired of liberty." "Not a bit of it. I have just bought freedom for three days at the rate of a ruble a day, and here it is,"said Ivan Dontremember, striking the sack on which ho sat. "What have you got there?" Gordon nsked eagerly. "Freedom, I tell you, for three days. It's Indispensable How long do you think you Are going to keep up on fir cones? Twelve hours at the outside, I should say, by the look of madam." "What have you got in the sack, I ask?" Gordon repeated .savajjoly. "Bread, nnd I'll uu.ird it as I would my life," Ivan 1 Hmtremember answered, catching the gleaui of desperation which lit my eyes as well as CJ onion's. "Wo are starving wo have eaten nothing for four days. You must give us some." "You can get as much as you want at the post. Schemyl must keep his prisoners alive till the patrol comes round to collect them. Why should I shorten my term of freedom to prolong yours?"

Gordon looked at me. "Shall we give ourselves up?" his eyes asked, nud mine answering "Yes," ho held out his hand to me and said: "Come." "I am afraid you are leaving with a bad opinion of me."

"'For a fool of a reason—a sentimental one. Something in your build, your facenot the murderous expression in it, you may be sure—deterred me. I felt, just at the critical moment as if I were about to kill my dearest friend. And I can't shake off this womanly feeling while I look at you—that's the queer thing." "Some personal resemblance?" Gordon suggested.

Ivan Dontremember nodded gloomily and turned his eyes again on the fire. "It's an odd coincidence that my resem-

L™TilV'xxn7ma"xxTn-K^.n^h Th™ he broke into Russian, .pottroplains that he is engaged in a deep scheme phizing Taras with poetical fervor in words ,/javo Taras from assassination by minions that I failed to follow. Suddenly he

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Taras' douMe, is to be abducted and delivered as if to excuse himself: to the czar's agents. XYIV and XXV—Ruacrsdorf of the Russian secret police reaches London to silence Taras. Gordon is a con sunt°'ali "r at^Tara ^hmise, 'and'hls trysts nothing there. There was no political pris a

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with Aura have the color of a love attach meat. The remaining chapters tell how Gordon and Aura are carried to Russia and started on the read to Siberia. Aura escapes, returns to London, secures Gordon's escape and unmasks Kavanagh, who loves Gordon's afllancod and is in the pay of the czar. He meets a terrible fate, and Aura marries Taras, otherwise Prince Borgensky.

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jeopardy." "What Russian?" asked Ivan, turning

"Taras—Prince Borgensky." "Taras!" cried Ivan, fctarting to his feet "Is he alive?" "He was when we left him not two months ago." "Where was he then!"

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London."

"Thank the fates!" "You know him?" "What honest Russian who lived five years ago does not know Taras?"

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himself, and turning to us he said,

I have been dead five years and buried in the fortress of Petropavlovsk. One hears

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oner in our gang—all cutthroats and scoundrels—they could tell me nothing. What should they know of Taras?"

And after a pause he added, with a pathetic tremor in his voice: "I thought he must be dead, too—my friend."

He walked slowly round the fire to indulge his reflections, touching an ember here and there absently with his stick. Coming close to where we sat, silent

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sympathy, he said: "Did you know him—Taras?" "Intimately." "Is he well? What is he doing? How does he pass his days? Tell me all about him." "You can answer these questions better than I," said Gordon, nodding to me.

I spoke, telling of our everyday life and of the work Taras was doing. "Ha, ha!" exclaimed Ivan gleefully when I had described the groups of statuary. 'He still sticks to his guns, that good.fighter Taras. But do they leave him alone— the police?" "No, worse luck!" Gordon replied, and then he told of the attempts made to kidnap Taras and of tlie happy chance by which I had saved him, though he attributed my success not to chance, but to courage and devotion. "I beg your pardon," said Ivan, bowing to me. "I did you an injustice, thinking that you English women could do nothing except talk. But who is at the bottom of this conspiracy—do you know that?" "I am ashamed to Bay he's a countryman of miue. At least be speaks the same language," said Gordon. "An Irishman?" nsked Ivan sharply. "Yes." "His name? Quick!" "Barry Kavanagh." "Infernal villain!" muttered Ivan through his clinched teeth. "Do you know him?" "Aye, aud with good reason. Is he married? Do you know of any woman who calls herself his wife? A woman—she should be 80 now—with blue eyes and a timid, pretty face. Do you know her?" he asked eagerly. "Don't be afraid to speak If you know more than that."

"Ion't be afraid to speak if you know more tiinn that.''* We assured him that we had never heard of his ha a wife. »«I pray to God she is dead," he said fer-

client perplexity wo both doubted whether ^ntly. "Better that she should be mnrthe Utile man was hi his right mind. Pros dered by him than lire to share his treachery. She was my sister," be added.after a pause. That is why I trusted him. And when he knew all that I would tell him he sold me to the police. To conceal that fact jruv it swajr, «.-»»

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Don't yon know that the forest is alive h&ve been kept all these years In prison. wltK mm? Anf one of them Tall ma all vnn Irrtrrar Never mind that. Tell me all yon know about him—every detail that comes into your mind. Who knows what this may to?'*

with desperate men? Any one of them would murder the pair of yon to get that. Why shouldn't they? Necessity knows no lawbut self preservation. Do you know It was In my mind to brain you as you sat eioianunau

tbera in an ecstasy of •Bhmu pleasure? At thought about Kavanagh. His emokMust yon would have goosoot of the world yon subsided, and be listened with inhappy it would have saved you—and the tense fixity of purpose In his set features,

veromentr-years of trouble, and me too.

there was enough justification. Rear to say on the subject was spoken, son was on my side and opportunity Then, without debating any point in our well. You would have done it in my place, statement, he said at once: 'There is more villainy underlying this

There was murder in your eye when you "'mere is more Tinamj unaenyuig uu» asked for bread. Bread Isonly a means to thmi you dream of. Does he owe you llwtnm Ka *nl nf hwtiftln. A living the end of living is freedom. A man trill fight for life while there's a hope of freedom when thr blow his brains out*'

"perhaps I overlooked that alternative In the greater temptation to kill pa. The jbability waa that you bad other note* nrol In

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man win iigut »«r u« »uu« uvjp "A trifle—a few pounds upon our last of freedom when that hope is gone, be will game of cards, that's alL" blow bis brains out" Ivan dropped bis voice a "With your views," said Gordon, "1 am which was not intenaea ior ray eaxs. surprised that yon did not at least make Gonion shook his bead in the negative and with the note." tben asked. "Was there sufficient resson for his seodfixg us out of England?"

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Kavanagh. "At any rate, now we are here, we may console ourselves with the belief that poor old Taras will we left alone unless the minister of police, who must know that I am not Taras" "Oh, he knows that- well enough!" said Ivan Dontremember with a toss of his head. "Kavanaugh wouldn't attempt to deceive him The whole plot has been carried out with his consent. The minister's main object was to satisfy his master the czar. That is done, and Kavanaugh has given a sufficient guarantee that Taras shall be heard of no more. He will be silenced before that terra cotta is burnt, unless"—he added reflectively. Then after a moment's pause he asked abruptly, "You have money?" "Plenty—in London.'' "But here?"

Gordon did not know how much he had. Just before starting he put a notebook containing all his ready money in his pocket on the chance of money being needed for the rescue of Taras, and some of these notes he changed into Russian money at Moscow. He pulled out his case again, and opening it found that besides the note for thousand rubles he had two of a hundred and five English notes of £5 each.

"Not enough," said Ivan in a tone of disappointment. "But put them up. Guard them as you would your life. They may be worth more than that even."

With the fear that some of the escaped convicts might even now be watching us, I turned my head, and glanc'.ng among the scattered trees behind us 1 distinctly saw a white face standing out of the darkness.

I sprang up with a cry of alarm. Gordon was by my side in a moment. "There's no danger," said Ivan, who had stepped forward a couple of paces with his stick tightly grasped. "It's only my friend, honest Schemyl."

Schemyl stalked across the openbg, a rifle resting in the hollow of his^frui. lie wore a conical fur cap pulled down' to his brows and along frieze cost that came up to his ears. A bristly mustache, a red snub nose and a pair of ferrety eyes were all one could see of his face. He looked fiercely at us as he stopped in the full light of the fire. "I have stopped to have a chat with two acquaintances, Peter Schemyl," said Ivan in almost a bantering tone. "They are English, traveling in Russia for pleasure, as you know English will at this season of the year. But unfortunately they have lost their way" "And their papers perhaps?" said Peter Schemyl grimly. "You have divined the truth, Peter Schemyl, with your usual astuteness. My friends have bought a loaf of me for a ruble, and I was just telling them where they might buy more when that is gone." "Hum! Bread is very scarce in the country, and the price goes up daily. 1 may oblige an old friend now and then with a loaf at cost price, but a stranger must expect to pay a few kopecks over and above." "I will tell them. The gentleman does not speak Russian: the lady only understands it a little." "Tell them likewise that it's against the regulations to make fires in the forests, and though I may allow it now and then they must be particularly careful that the smpke doesn't blow down the road. If a posse of Cossacks should come along, there would be such hacking and coughing that I should never hear the last of it." "I will warn them." "Very good. At the same time let them know that the governor of this province strongly objects to any one camping within half a verst of the road, and that I have,excel lent dried fish and tea of the first quality. Peace be with youl"

And with this parting salutation Peter Schemyl turned on his heel like a guard on parade and marched off.

CHAPTER XXXVH. THE TIDE BEGINS TO TURN.

"Is that fellow a type of his class?" asked Gordon when Peter Schemyl was gone. "Yes, and the class is typical of the whole genua of government officials. Every one of them is to be bought. With men of his rank the process is, as you see, simple enough. With men of higher, grade the bribe must be higher, and one has to employ a little tact. That is the only difference. You might have bought yourself off at St. Petersburg had you known how to handle the minister." "In that case why should we not get back to England?" "I have thought of that. But you haven't enough. Every official on the road to the frontier would have to be bribed." "But I have enough money in England." "How are you to get it?" "WTrite for it. The letter 'could be addressed to Schemyl."

Ivan Dontremember laughed. "Not a letter comes into Schemyl's hands that has not passed through a dozen on the road. Every official is on the lookout for a meaus to bleed another. Your letter would be opened to a certainty, and Peter Schemyl would be forced to hand you over to some one else. You would never get your remittance, though in time, by paying one and then another, you might at last get away but it would take years, and we haven't a day to lose. Twelve hundred rubles and £35 English"

He made a mental calculation, then, shaking his head, said:

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am afraid there's no chance for you, but I can ask Peter Schemyl. Yes, I will go back and have a dram with him on the strength of having sold loaf to advantage. Give me a few kupecks. I have spent my last."

Gordon took the loose silver from his pocket, and putting it in Ivan Dontremem ber's band said: "Whatever arrangement yon make with the fellow, you willbearone thing in mind— we take you with us, or we stay with you and share what we have in equal parts till all Is gone"

Ivan Dontremember looked gravely in Gordon's face for a minute, then, with a smile, turned and left us in silence.

A long time elapsed more than two hours, I think—before we saw him again. When at length he returned, we saw by bis quick, firm step and the animation in bis deep sunk eyes as be drew near the fixe that our case was not hopeless. "I had to make the rascal drank on bis own liquor," he said, in explanation of his long absence, aa he threw himself down on the ground beside us. "That's a long job with a Russian peasant, even when he helps himself at your expense. There was no getting a word of troth oat of him while he was sober would no® on any consideration -co, not for all the gold in the world—betray the trust placed in him by the government preferred death to dishonor and all the rest of it. However, tittle by little, a* he grew more and more drunk he confessed to having at different times got five exiles out of Siberia and two of them across the frontier, finally be let me know exactly what it oost him to get these two to Berlin —that is what I wanted to find oat. As I expected, the cost is greater than jour means wiUj&osr you.to pay."

"flow much?" Gordon asked in atone of anxiety, still tinged with hope. "The cost of getting one from hereto Berlin is, roughly, 500 rubles." "That means 1,500 for the S, and we have but 12! But there are the English notes. Won't that make enough?" "Not enough for two. I did not overlook the English notes." "But, my dear fellow, you said" "That it cost Peter Schemyl 500. I believe it. He spoke in the honesty of drink. You cannot expect him to do an act of charity for nothing." j-^ "Isuppose not." "He runs a certain amount of risk and must be paid for it, like any other honest man of enterprise. If the cost is 500, he would require at least 500 for his benevolence. Virtue must be rewarded, and the virtuous always look for tpo per cent on their investments." -I "An infernal set of thievesl" growled Gordon, thinking of government officials rather than the representatives of virtue. "There's no screwing him down any way?" "None. What pressure can we bring to bear? You are at his mercy, and he will make the most of it, naturally. He knows that he shall get every penny you have for food, and two-thirds of it will be clear profit. He takes the minimum amount of risk, and it costs him nothing except an occasional bottle of villainous spirits to blind those who might find that he is taking in more bread than his family has been In the habit of consuming."

There was an interval of silence, and then Gordon, turning to me with sigh, said:. "Well, my dear girl, I'm afraid you will have to go alone."

I looked at him and then at Ivan Dontremember in mute astonishment. Ivan was regarding Gordon with a curious look on his face, but was not surprised. "I go alone!" said I at length, with bated breatn. "I don't see any help for it, for it's clear neither of us can go with you." "It isn't going alone I'm thinking about. It's leaving you behind," Baid I. "Oh, don't you bother about us. If this old rascal will take you to Berlin for 1,000 rubles, we shall still have 200 left. And that will carry us on capitally—eh, old chappie?" he asked, turning to Ivan Dontremember and clapping him familiarly on the shoulder, as though he had made up his mind to break down all barriers and'begin as tbey were going on in perfect brotherhood and good fellowship. "There's one alternative," said Ivan gravely when he had overcome the shock of this accolade. "We may find out where we are, get some sort of a map, make our way to the frontier on foot, and so escape." "Why, certainly. It sounds as if there were something in that," said Gordon. "Not much, I am afraid. The difficulties are enormous, especially with the winter upon us. The chance of running the blockade is very small indeed." "Any chance is better than none at all. Come, my dear girl, this will reconcile you to leaving us." "Not at all. Why shouldn't I go with you? Do you think I am selfish, after all we've gone through together?" I asked, my eyes filling with tears. "Heaven forbid I should do you that injustice. But these difficulties you hear our friend speaking of—remember you are only a girl, though quite as brave as the best of us." "I won't hinder you. You shall never hear me complain," I urged. "I have not the slightest doubt that mademoiselle could face all that we may encounter and be a help, as she certainly would be a comfort to us," said Ivan, with more courtesy and kindness than he had yet shown me. "But there is one serious objection. This journey must occupy months, and during that time we are doing nothing to save Taras."

My heart sank within me in shame. 1 had forgotten Taras—Heaven forgive mel— for the moment. "At any moment Kavanagh may receive orders to silence Taras. The production of that statue would inevitably lead to the order being given. When it is given, Kavanagh will obey it ruthlessly." "I will go to him," said I, as eagerly as 1 had prayed to stay with Gordon the minute before. "It is advisable to look well at that be fore you decide," said Ivan. "It is by no means certain that you will reach London. Schemyl, with the greatest incentive to get you through, may fail. Some trusted confidant may think it advisable to betray him some jealous official may be dissatisfied with his bribe. In that case you lose all hope of seeing Taras again. If you are arrested on the road, you will never see this friend again. You will be banished or kept in prison where no tidings of you will ever reach us, or word from us reach you." "No matter." said "1 will venture anything, everything, to save Taras." "It is advisable that you should go—if we can arrange the affair with Schemyl— for the sake of Taras and for yours as well." He added, turning to Gordon, "You have money?" "At my bankers' in London." "They would pay a certain sum to your order?" "I haven't a checkbook, but I suppose that is not necessary. An order with my signature would be met all right." "Schemyl deals in furs. He has an agent in London—Houndsditch, I think he called thepart. Your ordercould be made payable to him. On receipt of the money he could telegraph a word or two—such as 'Send sables' or any other phrase agreed upon— to Schemyl, who would then find means to get ns across the frontier." "By Jupiter, that's itl Why on earth didn't you suggest this at first, old fellow, instead of proposing a scheme that wpuld take years to work out?" "We are venturing upon treacherous ground, and every step must be sounded. It's a waste of time to be in a hurry." "You have wasted no time, at any rate. You seem to have thought of everything got your plan all cut and dried." "Schemyl gave me plenty of time tc think," observed Ivan dryly. "You see bow it is to be done?" said Gordon, addressing me in great excitement "Yes. When shall 1 go?" "Nothing Is certain," observed Ivan. "It may take several days to bring Schemyl to terms, but I think the pi aspect of gain will tempt him." "He shall have as much as he asks to take ft* to Berlin, and twice as much the day we reach London," said Gordon. "I hope yon will not let him know that. If we excite his cupidity, be may keep as dawdling here for an age in the hope of getting a ransom that yon—even you—cannot pay. He is subtle and must be dealt with subtly. That is why I did not take yon with me to sound him upon the bast-

"Oh, I shall be cooler tomorrow. This awful good luck haa turned my head." "There is one thing, mademoiselle," said Ivan, with grave composures, undisturbed by any emotion imparted by the prospect escape, "one thing which you shook! bear in mind from the very first—Kavanagh mx^ft not .know that yon ar£ in London.

he finds that you are in London, he will silence Taras to earn his wages from the police and fly to save himself from the pursuing vengeance of our society." "I understand you," said "He shall not know that I am in London." WJ "He must not even suspect it^ and for that reason you must avoid seeing Taras." "Yes," I said, after a struggle, "I will promise that." "I have a friend in Berlin—an artist— whose skill in disguising the face and figure has saved more than one of us from the police. You shall have a letter to him, and he will help you to conceal your identity. We shall have time to go into that tomorrow."

He was silent for a moment, then drawing a deep breath and smiling for the first time he added: "I think we may hope now." "Hope!" exclaimed Gordon, "why, I have been choking with it this last quarter of an hour! If I only had a pipe of tobacco now" "I thought you were a smoker," said Ivan Dontremember, drawing a bag of tobacco from his pocket and putting it in Gordon's hand. "God bless you, old fellow 1 You forget nothing." ~:r-

CHAPTER XXXVIII., 1 RETURN TO LONDON.

After raising innumerable objections ard creating delays with a view to exciting higher terms, Schemyl at length accepted Ivan Dontremember's offer^ but the agreement being made he lost no time in preparing for my flight.

He had a daughter who had been for some time ill with a skin complaint common to the Russian peasantry, and it was arranged that he should take me to St. Petersburg under the pretense that I was this daughter going therefor medical treatment, and so, early one morning, in a peasant's dress, the lower part of my face caked with paste, stained in part with saffron and cochineal, I took my place in Schemyl's sledge and bade "goodby" to Gordon and Ivan Dontremember. Schemyl tucked me in the wraps suitable to an \nvalid, and having given another touch to the paste on my face declared gleefully that I could not look better if I were dying of the pest. "If that don't satisfy the police, I don't know what will," said he, looking back at me as he took his seat, with great satisfaction. "One glance at that face will be enough for them. They won't dare to open her papers ior fear of infection." "You have youc daughter's papers, of course," said Ivan.

Schemyl winked, nodded and patted his breast. "And you yours?" Ivan added, addressing me. These papers were Gordon's order for 800 pounds, a letter from Schemyl to his correspondent in London, and a note from Ivan to his friend in Berlin, all carefully imbedded in a box of ointment which I carried in my hand. I nodded assent. "Then God speed you!" he exclaimed. "Farewell, dear little woman," cried Gordon. "Farewell," I answered as stoutly as I could, and the next minute I lost sight of them.

Schemyl successfully overcame all the difficulties that beset us and left me at the first station in Germany, whence I proceeded to Berlin without further question. At Berlin I found Ivan Dontremember's friend, Carl Hoffman, and delivered the letter addressed to him. He introduced me to his wife, a bright, intelligent woman, and they held a long consultation on the subject. "The great thing," said he, going to the window, "is to choose a disguise that is the least likely to attract notica Come here, mademoiselle, and tell mo what people passing along over the way seem to you most remarkable—most un-English."

I pointed out six or eight of the persons. Presently he said: "You have not noticed the thin, tall old lady waiting at the corner for the tram. She is walking this way now. Do you see people like that in a London street?" "Yes, many," 1 replied. "Now see if you can walk across the room with her gait."

I imitated the walk and posture of a woman bent with age as well as I could. "Famous!" exclaimed Mrs. Hoffman. "Yes, I think that will do," said her husband.

They hunted up a dress of dingy black, an old bonnet and mantle trimmed with dull jet and a pair of shabby gloves. Mr. Hoffman would have cut my hair and given me a wig, but his wife would not suffer this so they gathered it close on the top of my head and concealed it with a false front and a knot of gray hair behind. My face was carefully painted and my teeth stained. My new friends laughed heartily as they made these alterations in my appearance, and still more heartily when, a spotted veil completing the make up, I walked across the room, my hands folded, and carrying a rusty leather reticule, with the step of an elderly person, to look at my self in the glass. For a moment or two 1 stood gaping before the mirror in amazement, for it is no exaggeration to say that I did not know myself. I looked like a woman of advanced age who "has seen trouble," and this general effect was heightened by the appearance of faded gen tility in my dress.

Thus disguised, I arrived in London on the morning of Feb. 6—three months within a few days from the date of my capture. "Keb, mum?" asked a porter, touching hiscapas I stepped out of the train. I nodded assent. "Four wheeler," he called, without hesitation. No better compliment than that

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Railroad Time Tables.

Trains marked thus (P) denote Parlor Cam attached. Trains marked thus (S) denote Weeping Cars attached daily. Trains marked thus (B) denote Buffet Cars attached.- Train* m&rked thus run dally. All other trains run dally, Sundays excepted.

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MAIN LINE.

IiKAVK FOR THK WKST.

No. No. No. No. No. No.

7 Western &x* (V) 6 St. Louis Mall 1 Fast Line* (P) 21 Bt. Louis Ex* (D&V) .... 18 Eff. Acc 11 Fast Mail*

1.40 am 10.11 am 2.20 pm 3.10 4.05 0.04

LEAVE FOR THK BAST.

No. No. No. No. No. No.

12 Cincinnati Express (8) 6 New York Express (8feV). 4 Mall and Accommodation 20 Atlantic Express (DP&V). 8 Fast Line 2 Indianapolis Acc

i.30am 2.20 am 7.16 a 12.47 2.20 pm 6.06

ARRIVE FROM TUB EABT.

No. No. No. No. No. No.

7 Western Express (V) 8t. Louis Mall* 1 Fast Line (P) 21 St. Louis Ex* (D&V) .... 3 Mail and Accommodation 11 Fast Mail*

1.26 am 10.06 am 2.06 m, 3.06 6.46 0.00

ARRIVE FROM THK WKST.

No. No. No. No. No. No.

12 Cincinnati Express *{S) 0 New York Express (8feV). 14 Effingham Ac 20 Atlantic Express (P&V). 8 Fast Line 2 Indianapolis Acc

1.20 a 2.10 am 0.80 a 12.42 2.06 5.00

T. H. A L. DIVISION.

LEAVE FOR THK NORTH.

No. 62 South Bend Mail No. 64 South Bend Express ARRIVK FROM THK NORTH. No. 61 Terre Haute Express No. 63 South Bend Mail

6.20 am 4.00 pm

11.46ana, 7.80 pm

PEORIA DIVISION.

ARRIVE FROM NORTH WKST.

No. 78 Pass Ex 11.00 am No. 70 Pass Mall & Ex ........ 7.00 pin LEA VK FOR NORTHWEST. No. 76 Pass Mail fc Ex 7.05 a ral

No. 77 Pass Ex. ........... 8.26 pm

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ARRIVE FROM SOOTH.

No. 6 Nash & C. Llm* (V) 4.80 a No. 2 T. H. A Eawt Ex* 11 JO a No. 60 Accommodation* ....... 6.00 No. 4 Ch A Ind Ex* (8 A P) 10.60 No. 8 World's Fair Special* 4.20 pm

LKAVK FOR SOOTH.

No. 3Ch A Ev Ex* (SAP) 6.10am No. 7 World's Fair Special* 11-56 a No. 1 Ev A Ind Mail ,3.16 No. 5 Ch AN Llm* 10.00 ___—— 1»#|

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No. 3 Ch &

ARRIVE FROM BOOTH. I «l

No. 48 Worth Mixed 11.00 a No. 32 Mall A Ex 4J»pml|| LEAVE FOR SOUTH. No. 83 Mall A Ex aMamp No.40 Worth'n Mixed 3.20pic*

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ARRIVK FROM NORTH.

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E**(B) 6.10 a

No. 7 Nashville Special* (PAB). .8.00 p'jrtejgi No. IChAEvEx UOpL^" No. 6 O AN Llm (DAV) 10.00

LKAVE FOB NORTH.

No. «CAN Llm (DAV) lM»n5 No. 2TH ACh Ex 12.10pm No. 8 Chicago Special* (PAB).... 3.20 pa Wo. 4NashACfcx*(B) 11.15pm,

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EAST

No. 10 Boston ANY Ex* L30a nrj No. 2 Cleveland Ace 7.25 a n? No. 18 Southwestern limited*.... 1.01 No. 8 Mall train* ZMpi*. going wars. 1 No. 7 St. Louis Ex* ..... ... L45air Na 17Limited* L46pnr No. 8 Aooommodation 7.48 pi No. 0 Mall Train* 1000 a