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snow
crampled SI The heavy cannon aged Within an inch of his feet, and
then, with 4 sickening crunch, the gheels rolled over the fallen steed. Eager hands lifted them to their
t, and a shouting mob surged around il sides.
_ officer. who was apparently un- mjured, tore loose from the Cossacks, eno were brushing his uniform, and gizing Maurice in his arms implanted kiss fairly upon his lips, talking siubly adil the while in Russian. He gas a noble-looking man, with a light savy beard and moustache, *} can't speak Russian,” qaliy stammered, in despair. “Ha!” cried the officer, joyously. «You are English. I speak your lan- mage. too. That was a noble deed. whose base cowards here were too giermed to move. To whom do I owe my life 7” And he thrust a card into Maurice's hands.
At that moment a bareheaded man, wearing the garb of one of the palace servants, pushed forward and momen- wry attracted the officer's attention. On the same instant a pair of strong arms were thrown about Maurice, and he was forcibly dragged through the crowd and lifted into the sleigh,
ivan Tambor—for it was he—shouted to the driver, and before Maurice could recover breath to speak the sleigh had passed out of the square, and the horses were galloping swiftly through the crowded street,
“What did you do tha‘ for ?”" he ex- daimed, indignantly.
Ivan Tambor stared him full in the eyes, with an expression on his face that made Maurice shiver.
“It was necessary,” he said, brief- ly. “We should have been arrested. Private steighs are not allowed in the square during a review.”
“I don’t believe what whispered Phil, when the Russian’s tack was turned. “I mistrust that man, Maurice. You should have seen hoW savage he looked when you drag~ ged that officer out of danger. I won- der who he was ?”’
“I have his card,” whispered Mau- tic2, “but I don't intend to risk taking oe here. Ivan don’t know I have
Maurice
he says,”
Little did Maurice imagine when he acted on that resolve what an import- ant bearing that deed was destined to have upon future events.
The short winter day was nearly over when they reached Vladimir Saradott’s mansion, and the dim, coppery sun Was slanting on the gilded domes and crosses of the imperial city.
Dinner was served in solitary state, & fitting accompaniment to the mag- nificence which the boys had just wit- hessed.
Waiters attired in European full éress supplied them with curious Rus- sian dishes, and all the while Ivan Tambor stood motionless in a corner of the room.
“His Excelency your uncle wishes you to start for Moscow at 4 o'clock in the morning,” he said to Maurice when the boys had returned to the lib- rary. Do you prefer to retire early @ shall I escort you to the Italiaa
nt don't care anything about the rae for my part,”’ said Maurice, “ but should like very much to see the Pan My night. What do you SEY,
_ Splendid,” rejoined his friend. Wan shrugged his shoulders, cave ma reer to a servant who answered 7 bell, and in ten minutes the sleigh %§ Geain at the door. ai ey drove for miles through the mily-lighted streets, finally passing - —. the frozen Neva and speeding © Own toward the gulf of Finland % the smooth crust. of — were returning through one the X Spacious streets leading into evekoi Prospekt a man tn fur ee
- +“ Ofer halied before the wondertng
beys. a stnceeiitiil ein Sk tilted Coat ar oo cae emerged frem the portal i froreently-lighted mansion. The Maur we a lamppost close by showed — . & strangely-familiar face. ee “that that my uncle,” he exclaim- ean © a With the heavy coat ?” Eitsetion ww. or turned quickly in the Man had a! tes. ; indicated, but the owe —~'°ady vanished in the shad-
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"€mblanc been a re- Aavri. tuing more Fice w--< this <e Was readily satisfied with — ®Xplan ation ‘ Wit: be t. - ‘on, but an hour later, as *ondered . sCeple ssly on his bed, he 3a} vaguely 1e - +} rovaale PANO been ying, ener that could
Riewtn & aT ‘“Glinir Saradoff or not.
nounced that the sleigh was waiting to convey them to the station. At his request the boys handed him their passports,
He refused to accept any money for the railwav tickets.
“ His excellency your uncle has given
e instructions,” he &aid, quietly. Distress yourself about nothing.”’
St. Petersburg was silent as the srave when they drove away from Viadimir Saradoff’s mansion.
As the more central parts of the city were reached some activity was ' ticed, and at the railway station was hurry and excitement.
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“It is fourteen hours to Moscow,” saic Ivan. “You will want sleeping apartments. Stay here while I get the tickets.”’
In the brief perfod that he was gone Maurice found time to examine the card given him the day before by the Russian officer. He read it aloud, “Colonel Alexis Jaroslav, St. Peters- burg.”
“Tll put that away safely,” he said to his companion. “I may meet the colonel some day after our return from Moscow.”
Little did Maurice think under what circumstanves he and Colonel Je2ros- lav would next meet.
He had barely time to replace the curd in the inner pocket of his vest when Ivan came hurrying back with the tickets, and in twenty minutes they were rattling over the frozen land toward the distant city of Mos- cow.
The sleeping apartments were quite as comfortable as those on American railways, and the boys slept undisturb- ed until long past noon. Then they took their places by the window, eager to see the country they were travel- ling through. The landscape was flat and monotonous, relieved at long tn- tervals by straggling villages and oc- casional lonely dwellings. Thus the afternoon wore on, and the short day came to an end.
Shortly after dark Ivan gave the boys their passports, which they place ed in their pockets without examining.
“I have had them properly stamp- ed,” he exclaimed. “Thus you will have no delay at Moscow.”
“ How near are we to the city ?” ask- ed Maurice.
“ Half an hour’s ride,” was the reply, and after piling the boys’ baggage on a seat in front of them Ivan entered a rear car.
“It is difficult to believe that we are rgally approaching Moscow,” said Maurice, “I feel quite reconciled al- ready to leaving St. Petersburg.”
“I've been thinking about Napoleon and the terrible retreat of his army all the afternoon,” said Phil. “I won- der if any traces stiN remain of the great fire ?”
Suddenly the train slowed up and
then stopped abruptly, with little jerk.
Looking out the of window, the boys saw a stretch of trodden snow, and the feeble glow from a couple of lamp- posts shone on a little group of gend- arme officers, with white caps orna- mented with crimson cockades, and half a dozen mounted Cossacks in the background, with their dull green uni- iorms.
“ Why, this is not Moscow,” exclaim- ed Maurice. “ There are no houses in sight. Why have we stopped, and What is going on ?”
The other passengers in the car, half a dozen in number, flocked curiously to the window. At that instant the coor was thrown open, and a grave, stern-faced man in heavy military
cloak and cap strode in, followed by half a dozen gendarmes, who carried drawn swords
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Tue passengers, divining only too well the cause of this interruption, withdrew in fear to their seats.
The officer halted before the wonder- Ing boys. Fassports,*’
and they
he demanded, were handed to glanced them over briefly and them into his pocket.
He nodded to the gendarmes behind him, who instantly seized the pile of basgage, and then he clapped Maurice and Phil on the shoulder in a manner that was unmistakable.
“ What do you want ?” cried Maur- ice, in bewilderment. “Is anything wrong with our passports ? Where is
sternly, him he thrust
as
Ivan ? He can explain this blunder.” But Ivan was nowhere to be seen. As the boys hesitated, the officer gave |
an emphatic command in Russian, and
anstantly the gendarmes closed in on them and dragged them roughly from the car. Their baggage had already preceded them.
Reaching the ground, they had a brief view of a lonely, deserted street, two long rows of glimmering lamp- posts that dwindled to a point, and a gloomy, closed carriage, with two gen- darmes mounted on the box.
The docr was flung open to admit them and closed with a sharp click.
hey bad a glimpse of the train as it moved sitowly forward again, with its curicus passengers swarm at the windows, and then the carriage rum-
bled noisily through the deserted cut- skirts of the city, surrounded by a cor- don of mounted Cossacks.
in far-away St. Petersburg Vladimir Saradotf, with a smile on his lips, is whirling a fair partner over the waxen floors of the French Legation to the bewitching strains of the Grenadiers’ band.
Thousands of versts to the «eastward the heartbroken Russian exiles are sleeping their sad sleep on frozen Si-
berian wastes, Kussia is the land of extremes. CHAPTER IV.
OFF FOR SIBERIA.
A gendarme had accompanied them into the carriage, and when Maurice attempted to speak he hezshly enjoined silence.
The boys felt Put little alarm or un- casiness. The; were: familiar with the strict system of espionage that pre- vails in Russia, and naturally supposed that something was wrong with their passports.
That it was a very remarkable pro- ceeding for the police to stop a train on the outskirts of Moscow never oOc~- curred to them.
Thus, in happy ignorance of their fate, worried only on Ivan’s account, who they feared was ignorant of what had happened, they rede on into the city, turning in and out through dark, gloomy streets until a sombre stone building was reached, feebly lighted by a@ bunch of gas jets over the portal.
They were hurried across the side- walk, through a gloomy hall, and ush- ered into a small apartment, where two severe-looking men were writing at tables. A couple of windows, cross- ed by heavy iron bars, seemed to open on the street.
In the centre of the room was @ square pen, surrounded by a railing, and as the boys entered this, two gends+ armes fellowed them in and began te search their clothing.
No part of their persons was negiect- ed. Their handkerchiefs, pocketbooks, cardcases, and watches were removed and placed on a large table, where their travelling bags were already lving.
The gendarmes retired to a bench on the other side of the recom, the officials at the table ceased writing, and pres- enily the officers who had boarded the train entered by a private door, and sat down at a large desk facing the boys.
He took their passports from his pecket, and glancing over them, spoke a few words in Russian to the two as- sistants, who at once began to write.
A gendarme stoed by his side hand- ing him the various articles from time to time, which he subjected to a min- ute examination. The money and watches were laid to one side, and then he opened the cardcases.
Maurice, who saw all that was £0- ing on, was amazed to see that they were empty. Cards, letters, and vari- ous memoranda that they had possess- ed were missing.
But a still greater surprise was in store for him.
The officer opened the travelling bags and turned the contents upon the desk.
He placed aside the various toilet articles; clothes, brushes, collars, and other articles of apparel, until there remained before him a collection of strange objects that neither Maurice nor Phil had ever seen before.
These comprised a bunch of what resembled hand-bills printed in strange characters, half a dozen ietters sealed and addressed, and two or three books bound in yellow paper covers, the titles of which Maurice was unable to read.
Forgetting all prudence, he sprang to his feet. “This is a mistake, he exclaimed. “Those are not our things. Send for my uncle, Viadimir Saradoff. He can explain this "—
Before he could say more, two gend- armes jerked him back on his chair, a forcible ma.aner of enjoining silence which Maurice was not slow to under- stand.
The officer inspected these strange obiects with a grave countenance. He continued dictating to the assistants, who wrote as rapidly as their hands could travel over the paper.
It was evident that the situation had now assumed a serious phase. The bovs still believed that an error had: been made somewhere. Not a glimmer of the truth entered their minds. Un- able to speak a word of Russian, they were in a bad plight. How could they acquaint Vladimir Saradoff with their predicament ? Maurice had fairly re- solved te make another effort to speak when the officer signalled to the gen- darmes, and the boys were led into another apartment furnished with a rude bed, two chairs, and a small table. The heavy door was locked, and they were alone.
“This is dreadful,’”’’ exclaimed Phil, throwing himself on the bed. “I wish we had never seen Russia.”
“Keep up your. spirits,” replied Maurice. “All will come right. My
uncle will discover where we are be- fore the night is over.” : Unable to sleep, the boys discussed their strange situation for an hour or more, expecting every moment to learn that Viadimir Saradnff had. arrived.
| they left
7 w . he" at ™ ath the prison ace r was opened to admit he officer who had. conduct 1 the e imination But no such glad Udiags AWiLlis il them.
The Russian seated himself on a chair and sharply eurveyed his pris- ners before he spoke.
Then he trrew a ca d from his po ket which Mawrice recognized as the one tiven to him by the man he had aved from death.
“T speak your language,” he said, in padly accented English. “I may be able to mitigate yous lot if you are sensibie. This card was found in your porsession. We have reason to believe that a conspiracy exists against his Highness Colonel Jaroslav. Your own case is hopeless Any informa- tion you may give wil! help yourselves and will be used in secret.”
The officer locked enquiringly at the boys, Who were quite at a loss to know what to make of this strange speech.
‘**] don’t understand you,” said Mau- rice. ‘I only know that a great mis- take has been made, and with your permission I will try to explain.’’
The otficer nodded, and straightway Maurice related everything that had heppened to them from the moment
Berlin, dwelling especially on
| his relationship to Vladimir Saradoff.
| alert,
As he proceeded in his narration the Russian’s face expressed a strange mixture of incredulity and anger. It was evident that he did not believe one word that Maurice was saying.
“Stop,” he exclaimed, impatiently.
“Tl have listened to enough lies. You refuse my offer. You will repent it when too late. You deny, then, that
you are the Englishmen, Cummings and Burton, named in the passports; that you are the agents of the revo- lutionists in Lendon; that you were bound to Moscow with the nihilistic placards and books and letters ad- dressed to dangerous and _ suspected persons. Our Government is always The Minister of the Interior had accurate knowledge of your move- ments, and by his instruction you were arrested on the train. 1 should have told you nothing, but I wished to offer you this chance of benefiting your- selves.”
“Send for Viadimir Saradoff !” cried Maurice, excitedly. ‘‘ This is all a ter- rible mistake, 1 assure you. My uncle can help us.”
The officer laughed disdainfully. “His Excellency Viadimir Saradoff is in St. Petersburg, and, as for this Ivan you speak of, no such person reached the Moscow station this even- ing. You reject my offer, I wash my
hands af wan”
(To be Continued.)
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