Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 24, Number 31, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 27 January 1894 — Page 2

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CHAPTER XLLX.

THE iMi'.l/ri.S'G 01' KIMKNDb AND FOES. George Gordon went out to buy himself an English pipe and sonic English tobacco —exile had given hirn a rage for everything English—and the little solicitor, with indomitable perseverance in the cause of law and order, accompanied hita with a wheedling murmur of "depositions" and "warrants." As soon as they were gone Ivan ]Dontremember drew a notebook from his pocket, and opening it pointed to a rough diagram and said: "There is where you used to live: can you tell me who inhabits the house now?"

Looking closer at the drawing and the lettered parts described below in Gordon's bold handwriting, 1 saw that it represented a ground plan of the pottery, the yard at the back, Taras's workshop, and our former dwelling house. "Nobody lives there now." I replied, "the house is empty."

He gave a nod of sat isfact ion, closed the notebook, put it back in his pocket, and then, witli more geniality than he had yet shown, opened a conversation about my escape from Siberia, which lasted until Gordon and Air. Pel hum returned.

Gordon carried a stout stick he had purchased Mr. Pelliam looked as if the end of the world was within measurable distance.

We went, together to Ixindon, and after lunching there Gordon and I took a cab to Waterloo, leaving Mr. Pelham and Ivan Dontrem-inher behind us. It was a surprise to us when, at the last moment, Dontremember held out his hand and said: "Goodby,"George Gordon!" "Why, you 'vre coming with us, old fellow!" exclaimed Gordon. "You must come to see-Tufas." "No, not now. A death's head is not wanted at your feast. Perhaps I shall come to you on Monday—perhaps not," he added, dropping Gordon's hand and turn

The next moment she tms torapped in his li) firms. ing away with a last nod to me. Wc looked after him in silent speculation, but little thinking that we were to see our friend no more. We found a fly at Woking station that carried us to Bet,lor lord. Taras was standing at the gate with Judith by his Ride. As Gordon stood up in tho carriage waving his hat she ran to meet us, leaving Taras. Gordon leaped out oft he fly before it •topped, and the next moment- she was wrapped in his big arms, standing on tip toe to reach his Hps.

Taras took my hands in silence—we were both greatly moved—but as he led me through tho open gate he murmured: "Brave, dear friend—my unchanged, unchanging Aura! You have come back not to go away again?" "Never, never," 1 answered fervently.

if I may stay with you till the end of nay life! That is the wish of my heart, and I have no secrets from you now." "Ah, you have guarded your secret well, juid 1 was a poor seer not to guess the truth. 1 could only tell that there was something hidden that none of us had the true clew to the mystery. But in one thing I was not at fault. 1 said that you would come back to me, and even you could not •hake my faith in that. When Judith told use she must, leave me, they would have had me advertise for a companion—a stranger to till your place. Think of it! They thought, me mad when I told them you would come back in time. But you have come, dear, brave, self sacrificing friend. The luck has turned." "I should think it had," cried Gordou, overtaking us, "aud not a bit too soon."

Then the two friends grasped hands like a couple of giants and stood smiling in each other's faces—Gordon with a tremulous movement of the lips as he looked at the closed eyes which used to shine upon Jiim aud could shine no more. "Something like a jolly meeting this," ho said stoutly as he mastered his emotion. "Worth going to Siberia to feel like this when one comes back, but hang me if I go againl" "You have no friend to save—that's why," said Taras. "The czar is satisfied They'll leave me alone now." "Aye, old chap, but we march out with flying colors and can hang up our swords with pride,"

That was the only reference made to the past. "By Jupiter, what a jolly old pine*!" Gordon exclaimed as we came in si „'i:t of the house. "But what's the meaning" of all those shutu'ml window-*"

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our nest here?" "Ukc the swallows, without a-kh :g whether we are welcome or not su gjfta«t«?fl Judith. said Tarn*, "and,like 5hem, brings Ing happiness to the hou-e.

Judith and I went up stairs together. We had a great deal to tell each other. Looking from the window, we Taras and Gordon

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That is the part we have not vet found I closing his left hand tightly on his cane use for. Eight or nine room.- are nHaut us and stepping back a pace. "If you attempt many as Mere Lucas can comfortably man to offer violence, the result may be fatal—

The loss of you was the real grief, not the loss of his eyes. That he looked upon almost as a foreseen calamity—'the chance of wai-,' as he says. He has always maintained that you would come back. The next room is yours. It was furnished expressly for you, and all that belonged to you in Lambeth is in there. 'Nothing yet from my little friend?' he has asked sometimes after I have read his letters to him. You have always been present here to him. I felt that. It hurt me sometimes to feel that I could never be so much to him as you were. I am sure that my presence irritated him sometimes, and that he was glad to be left alone. In those moments he was thinking of you. Something in my manner compared unfavorably with his recollection of you. 1 can a. all this now, dear. At one time ii, v. my pride to suspect it, and I would not have confessed the fact to myself, but it gives me joy to tell you all now."

She left me as Mere Lucas tapped at the door and humbly begged to speak to her dear mademoiselle. I wished I could escape also. I thought the poor old woman would never be comforted or cease to beat her ample breast aud call herself hard names. "To think of the indignities, the affronts, the insults I offered you, my dear, my most respected mademoiselle! What a brute I was, what an animal, what an imbecile! To offer you a place as domestic servant in this house to take you into my own room when I ought to have led you into the best drawing room to permit myself to eat at the same table with you, and to offer you the little wine and the remains of food that are only good enough for a fool and a dolt such as I am—though certainly they are better than I deserve. And to think that you had behaved unworthily at the very time when you were risking your life to save my dear master, and, what is more, to believe ill. of that dear M. Gordon, who could do no wrong to save his life, God bless him—as droll as ever and as kind! But I am richly punished for it, look you, for I broke three things since lunch and let ffYg miUv boi^gvoi- for the first timejri_my to this at my age!"

Happily the fear of some further culinary disaster put an end to her sobs and self reproaches, but for a long while after I never passed her without hearing her address herself as a camel, a pig or some other object of contempt.

George Gordon, going to the window after dinner, exclaimed: "A glorious night, by Jove! How would it be if we went out for half an hour?" "Very agreeable, 1 should say," replied Taras.

The

idea

was equally acceptable to Ju

dith and me, and when we had put on our wraps we joined Gordon and Taras in the garden. Chatting and laughing we strolled down the broad walk in a row, but passing through the gate Taras and Judith took the lead, and in that order we sauntered along the Woking road, Judith, I believe, intending to take the bypath to her favor ite seat in the wood.

At the angle of the road Gordon stopped to relight his pipe. "This is the old box," said he, scratching a vesta. "Do you remember that day when we found there were only two mutches left?"

I made no reply, for looking down the road I saw Taras and Judith, who were a dozen yards or so in advance, suddenly stop. "Bother the wind!" exclaimed Gordon, throwing away tho dead vesta and taking out another.

"The best part of the bouse isunoecu myself." pied/' added Judith. As he spoke he gave the head of his cane "The bust part, do you say? That .sounds a twist, whipped out the rapier to which it as if it might be g-.vwi en nj:h for us What was a handle, and throwing aside the stick do you think, partner mine— shall we build placed himself in a« attitude of defence.

But he paused in the act of striking it, for we both heard a well known voice saying: "Taras—Judith 1 Why, this is a surprise for me, and I suppose my coming is for you? I thought I might steal a few hours to satisfy my anxiety."

It was Kavanagh. His voice had dropped from a tone of cheerful astonishment to uneasy perplexity, and he added: "Has anything happened?" "Come on," muttered Gordon, catching my hand in his, "we'll show the villain what has happened." And he shook that fine new stick o^his.

I heard Taras speaking in a terrible tone as wc hurried out, but I could not catch his words. Then we came up and stood before Kavanagh, near enough for him to distinguish our faces in the pale starlight. "I understand now," he said, with forced composure, "You have come back." "Yes, come back to call you to account," thundered Gordon. "What have you to say for yourself, you confounded villain?" "Nothing, if you take that tone," Kavanagh replied, tapping the palm of his left hand lightly with the cane he held in his right. "When you can listen to reason, I shall be able to justify every act that may seem inscrutable to you now." "You'll have plenty of scope for your ingenuity in that way when you are in the dock. The lawyers will fight you there here you have to settle matters with me."

There was no mistaking what he meant as he threw off his Inverness "Take this warning," said Kavanagh,

to you. 1 am not unprepared to protect

With a cry of terror Judith attempted to throw herself between Gordon and Kavauagh, but Taras, who had caught the sound of the steel, forcibly restrained her.

For ray own part, 1 could neither move nor utter a sound. The long, thin sword I was scanxl visible in the dim light. I bad heard that Kavanagh was an expert I swordsman. It was impossible for Gordon

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to face him with &tick, and it was impossible that lie should close with his adversary without exposing himself to the thrust of that almost unseen weapon.

CHAPTER L.

THE ESD OF KAVANAGH.

Without a moment's hesitation Gordon threw himself upon his antagonist, striking at bis sword arm The blow fell and was followed by a howl of pain from Kavanagh. I thought Gordon had escaped injury by some happy uccident, but the next moment, as he stepped back, I saw the ra-

The blow fell and was followed by a howl oj pain from Kavanagh. pier hanging down from his side under the left arm. Shifting his stick for an instant, he drew the bent weapon out and flung it aside. Id that brief space Kavanagh turned and took to his heels, but Gordon pursued and overtook him before he had gone a dozen yards, and a struggle ensued, Kavanagh grappling close to give Gordon's stick less play. But he was no match for Gordon at wrestling, and presently he went over Gordon's shoulder, falling in the road with a thud. He would have been content to lie there, but Gordon dragged him onto his feet, and running him along at arm's length thrashed him without mercy until the miserable wretch threw himself down in the road again and shammed unconsciousness.

Gordon declared he was unhurt, spoke scornfully of Kavanagh's rapier and wondered how an old hand could rely on a two-penny-halfpenny sword stick for defense. But when we returned to the house he helped himself to a liberal dose of whisky and said he thought he would "just go up stairs and put himself straight a bit." He was in his room some time and came down in another suit of clothes. "I've helped myself to a suit of yours," 1 heard him say to Taras. "That beastly spit pricked me under the arm and made my togs in a bit of a mess. I couldn't make out how it was I felt wet all down ,that side." "We can't afford to let you trifle with yourself," said Taras. "If the wound is serious" "Wound? Hang it—it's only a scratch, man! I've stuck a lump of wadding out of your dress coat on the place—the muscle under the arm, don't you know—and I shall be as right as rain after supper."

About the same time the gardener, who had been sent to look after Kavanagh, ri turned and informed U8„$hat_tl}p "gent"^ tie upsetlike—kind of knocked up", in manner of speaking, but he had found hii hat and could manage to limp along pretty lively, if we understood what he meant.

What happened to Kavanagh after this was witnessed by William Wright, one of the kiln hands at the pottery at Lambeth.

At 5 o'clock on that Friday the office was closed as usual. Old Mr. Bell was the last to leave. Before going he went through the works and stopped to chat with William Wright, who was coaling up the brown ware kiln talked about the quantity of fuel used and asked Wright whether he didn't think a cheaper coal would answer the same purpose as that they were burning, and so on. Always on the lookout for means of economizing, Mr. Bell. Nevertheless he gave Wright twopence for a pint of ale when he bade him "Good night" in his friendly way. Wonderfully nice old gentleman. At 6 o'clock the bell rang, and all hands went away from the pottery except Wright, whose turn it was to keep the fires up till Stevens came at 2 to relieve him.

About 7, Wright having coaled up, went to the side door in Ferry street to get a breath of fresh air. While he was standing there smoking half a pipe an odd looking little fellow came up to him and passed the time of day. He had a queer, monkey ish sort of face, with a short, bristly red beard, and he wore a fur cap. "Is Mr. Kavanagh in the works?" he asked. "No," answered Wright. "He went away this afternoon and won't be back till Monday." "Can you tell me where I might find him?" "You'll have to go to Betterford—that's beyond Woking—to find him." "Woking, that's a long way. Are you sure he is there?" "Certain, 'pause I had to post the letters to him there as they came in by the last post." "This is very awkward. I'm a potter, and I counted on getting a bit of work." "You're a Russian, ain't you?" "Yes. How do you know?" "Because you talk like the parties who* come to ask after Mr. Taras. "You work late here?" said the little man after a pause. "We knock off at 6, I'm here to fire up. Friday's salting day with us."

He had to explain tho process of salt glazing before the foreigner understood this. "We don't glaze like that in our country. I expect your kilns arte quite unlike ours. Have you any objectiajjn to my looking at them?" "Well," said Wright* after a little hesita tion, "it's against the rules to let strangers in, but as you're going to be a hand in the works I don't mind."

Wright took him npund the kiln and showed, him the fire Holes the foreigner looking about, taking jhotice of everything with his round, deep Wink eyes then he led him up to the th&owing floor, where the foreigner was inter sted in the potter's wheels and the hoarc of clay .jars set round the body of the kiln to dry thence Wright took him up the steps onto the salting floor, which is levi 1 with the dome o' the kilns. The huge kiln here begins to taper into a funnel pas sing up through tv

through this one sees,, on a

root In one side is openin* about the# cjd see right along the salting room. In height of a man and a or 4 feet wide, aaJ "V,

level

floor, the dome coven

flames. In the middi opening through which oompact body. Will: visitor to the opening kiln and pointed out which th* salt is poured

enware, bat not content with this the little foreigner went inside, right on the dome of the kiln, and looked down into the inside. Wright says he looked like a demon in a pantomime as he stood almost within singeing distance of the flame, grinning down into the fiery pit below.

It's better than anything we've got in Russia." he declared when he came out. "There's nothing more to see now we'll go down againfl said Wright.

But when they reached the throwing floor, nothing would satisfy the foreigner but he must go poking about right as far as the warehouse steps leading down to the office. "Here, come on, mate, you've seen enough," said Wright, who by this time began to suspect that he had not done well to infringe the rules.

At this remark the foreigner followed Wright to the ground floor, and there again the spirit of inquiry was strong upon hiTri He would go around to look at the fire holes again, and Wright following, with sulky slowness, no doubt, lost sight of him on the other side of the coals. Couldn't make out where he'd got to, looked for him high and low, lit a lantern and went right out into the yard behind Mr Taras' house. Wasn't ahywhere. Finally he concluded that being a foreigner (and consequently mean) the little man had sneaked out into Ferry street and gone off in that. unceremonious fashion in order to avoid standing a drop of beer for the trouble Wright had taken to explain things nicely to him.

Nothing, occurred until just about midnight, when Wright had another surprise as he was breathing the cool air of Ferry street. Mr. Kavanagh came down Ferry street from the front office. He was limping his coat was torn, his hat broken, his hand thrust into the breast of his frock coat. Never saw him look anything like it before, William Wright hadn't—wouldn't have known him if he hadn't spoken. "What the deuce is the matter with the front door?" he asked angrily. "I can't open it with my key." "I expect Mr. Bell double locked it in side. He did come out through the work, r, and he's so wonderful particular." "Cursed old idiotl" growled Kavanagh, passing him. "Bring a light. I must go down through the warehouse."

Wright lit a lantern and lighted the way through thethrowing room, the warehouse and the passage leading to the shop and office. There Kavanagh tried to open tinfront door with the key, but found that something fouled the wards of the lock and prevented the key turning. He swore again at Mr. Bell for a muddling, meddling old fool, and giving up the attempt said to Wright: "You can go. Leave the lantern there.: I will come back by the warehouse."

Wright went back and fired up his kiln, wondering Jfcow the governor, always so spick 'and span, had fallen into that battered condition, aud what on earth he had come to the office for at that hour. Whatever did he want there?

He had just banked up the last fire hole when he thought he heard a voice calling faintly in the distance, "Wright! Wright!' He stood quite still to listen, and heard beyond doubt the cry repeated—"Wright! Wright!"—in a shriek of supplication and terror, and it was the governor's voice.

He answered and run up stairs. As he was crossing the throwing room Kavanagh rushed out of the darkness from 'the warehouse and came to his side pantancFWbTefitb He had a stone JaT in his and he looked back into the darkness and round him with wild terror, his face white as a sheet of paper. "Do you see him?" he gasped. "Who, sir?" asked Wright. "A man with a red beard and a bald head." "No, sir." "Lay hold of that jar. If you see him. brain him. He's a madman."

Wrightarmcd himself with a jar from an instinct of self defense, but not being a strong man he determined to bolt if he found himself in danger and got the chance. "You must have passed him in the warehouse," whispered Kavanagh hoarsely. "1 heard a bottle knocked over soon after you went. I thought it was ytni prying about. When I went up and turned round, I found him just behind me. He knocked the lan tern out of my hand. I don't know where he went. He was behind me one moment— in front of me the next. What's that?" he exclaimed, suddenly dropping the jar and clutching Wright's arm.

Then, gaping with fear, he shrank back, nodding and glaring at the hopper through which Wright had come up.

Wright looked that way, too, but saw nothing. He thought the governor must be gone off," or seized with "the jumps," or something. It made him feel shaky and queer to see a man usually so self composed no completely unnerved and panic stricken. "Go down and look if he's there," whiskered Kavanagh, laying his hand on the rail tf the upper stairs, ready to fly at a moment's warning. "You shall have *£10 you stun him with that jar. If he's not here, run to the door and scream for help, left a cab round the corner—the man will fear you—but come back here quick."

Reluctantly and with care Wright proceeded to obey these orders. He descended tiree stairs, and then, crouching down, J«oked round the stoking floor, lit only in patches by the light from the fire holes Right in the farther corner there were two twinkling points of light probably it was nothing but a piece of coal reflecting a lickering ray from the kiln, but it looked gike a pair of fiendish eyes, and that was Though for Wright. He ran back to the jovernor.

He's down there," said he, only less apprehensive than the shaking wretch he jpoke to. 'Where?"

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At the back of the kil\ 'twixt the steps ind the door." Without

word Kavanagh crept swiftly

the stairs to the floor above. Wright Fas about to follow, when some one brushed ast him and ran up the stairs like a cat. twas the impish foreigner who had gone ver the works earlier in the night, only rw he wore neither boots nor hat, and his ad was bald and shining.

Wright stood there breathless, at a loss know what to do between duty to his ister and duty to himself. He would ve been glad to get out Into Ferry street 3 leave the governor to settle his own kirs as he best could, but the dread of an ^tomplice of the foreigner starting out beyond the coal and knifing him, erlike, withheld him. Presently, confidence by the perfect silence he stole up the stairs till bis head

just over the level of the floor and he

WBa the

cone of the kiln, with the

with IH ORng or -archway" directly facing him,

that part of tH mi with

kiln in which the potte%y is exposed to tH «d|rasdeep, impenetrable shadow, thrown of the dome is a \ie walls of the cooe. Wright saw the flame rises in! QeftU Kavanagh nor the foreigner: both •n Wrigiit took

glare of yellow light On each

1reriamewhtere

in that deep shade.

the side of is Sugenly there rose a scream of terror holes throuj ^ooihe darkness, and Kavanagh rushed glaxe. the earloat bio the light. He was making for the

steps when, catching sight of a head before him and not recognizing that it was Wright in that instant, he stopped as if he had run against a wall.

In that moment the foreigner leaped out of the obscurity and sprang upon him. "Mercy! mercy!" cried Kavanagh. "1 can explain about Vera."

But the foreigner made no answer, and there was only a rattle in the governor's throat as he tried to speak again.

They struggled furiously in the light that streamed through the archway, but Kavanagh could make but a poor resistance, for his right arm was powerless and his adversary had the agility and muscular vitality of a panther.

Wright did not know what to do—he hadn't time, he says, to think of anything —besides that, he could not tell what the foreigner was after. He only saw that the little man was dragging and shoving the governor nearer and nearer to the archway. Kavanagh must have known, though, for

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No. 7 Western Express (V) .... 1.26 am No. 6 St. Louis Mall* 10.06 a No. 1 Fast Line (P) 2.05 No. 21 St. Louis Ex* (D&V) 3.06 No. 3 Mail and Accommodation 6.46 No. 11 Fast Mall 9.00

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No. 00 Accommodation* 5.00 No. 4 Ch A Ind Ex* (SAP) 10.60 No. 8 World's Fair Special*" 4.20

LEAVE FOR SOUTH,

No. 3 Ch A Ev Ex* (SAP) 8.101 No. 7 World's Fair Special* 11.661

peciai* 11.66 a

No. 1 Ev A Ind Mall 3.15 No. SChANLlm* 10.00 pm

DEI. & I-

AKRIVK FROM SOUTH.

No. 48 Worth Mixed 11.00 am

LEAVE FOR SOUTH.

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ARRIVE FROM NORTH.

No. 3 Ch A yM»h Ex*(8) 6.10 am No. 7 Nashville Special* (PAB). .8 00 No. Ch A Ev Ex 1.50 No. 5 AN Llm (DAV) 10.00

LEAVE FOR NOKTH.

Na 0CAN Llm (DAV) asm No. 2 A Ch Ex 12.10 8.20 11.15

No. 8 Chicago Special* (PAB) No. 4 Nash A fcx*(H)

c. a. a. &

L-

BIG 4.

GOING EAST

No. 10 Boston A N Ex* 1.30 am No. 2 Cleveland Acc 7.25 am No. 18 Southwestern Limited* .... 1.01 No. 8 Mall train* 3.66

GOING WEST.

Na 7 St- Louis Ex* 1.46 am No. 17 Limited* 1.45 No. 3 Accommodation 7.48 pm No. 9 Mall Train* 10.00 am