I THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES I THE KUSSIAN EEFUGEE Sale at tte 'Sine BT HENRY E. WILSON Fiction is properly but gauze drapery through which the lineaments of the real figure may be detected. "Pygmies are pygmies still, though perched on Alps; And pyramids are pyramids in vales. Each man makes his own stature, builds himself: Virtue alone outbuilds the Pyramids; Her monuments shall last when Egypt's fall." Night Thoughts NEW YORK THOMAS B. KNOX & CO. SUCCESSORS TO JAMES MILLER 817 BROADWAY 1887 COPTEIGHT, 1887, BY THOMAS R. KNOX & CO. [All rights reserved] PS CONTENTS. CHAPTER I. ELSIE, ........ 1 CHAPTER II. "THE GIRAFFE," ....... 13 CHAPTER III. THE MYSTERY, . . . . . . .29 CHAPTER IV. THE CITY FOLKS, . . . . . . .34 CHAPTER V. A NEW WORLD, . . . . . . .40 CHAPTER VI. THE " SCARECROW," AND HIS DARK LANTERN, . . 54 CHAPTER VII. ' ' OH ! BRAVE NEW WORLD, THAT HAS SUCH PEOPLE IN'T," . 65 CHAPTER VIH. SUNSHINE AGAIN, . . . . . . .77 CHAPTER IX. A CONUNDRUM, . . . . . . .88 894445 CONTENTS. CHAPTER X. A NEW FACE, . CHAPTER XI. A WARM EXPERIENCE, . . 108 CHAPTER XII. SUBTERRANEAN HISTORY, . 12 CHAPTER Xin. UNWELCOME VISITORS, . ... 137 CHAPTER XIV. TRANS-ATLANTIC VISITORS, . . -152 CHAPTER XV. FACE TO FACE AT LAST, . ... 164 CHAPTER XVL " A MAN'S A MAN FOR A' THAT," . . . .194 CHAPTER XVII. * I HOPE I DON'T INTRUDE, . . . . . 214 CHAPTER XVIII. PLAYING WITH FIRE, . . . - . . 229 CHAPTER XIX. A PASSAGE AT ARMS, . . . . . .236 CONTENTS. V CHAPTER XX. PAGE A CRISIS, . . . . . . . .261 CHAPTER XXI. THE RED CIRCLE, . . . . - 279 CHAPTER XXII. ENGAGED, ... .... 294 CHAPTER XXHI. A THUNDER-CLOUD, . .... 299 CHAPTER XXIV. A BIT OF BLUE SKY, . . . . . .304 CHAPTER XXV. BURYING THE HATCHET, ...... 309 CHAPTER XXVL WEDDING BELLS, ....... 320 CHAPTER XXVII. THE " GREAT BOOTY " MINE, ..... 330 CHAPTER XXVIII. SOLVING PROBLEMS, ...... 336 CHAPTER XXIX. THE TRIAL, ....... 345 CONTENTS. CHAPTER XXX. IN DEEP WATERS, CHAPTER XXXI. AN ORDEAL, . .. .. .. 375 CHAPTER XXXIL A FRIEND IN NEED, .... ... :, . 386 CHAPTER XXXIIL A NOCTURNAL SURPRISE, ..... 405 CHAPTER XXXTV. UNMASKING, ...... . 418 CHAPTER XXXV. " WOES CLUSTER ; RARE ARE SOLITARY WOES," * . 429 CHAPTER XXXVI. NEMESIS, . . . . . ., . 442 CHAPTER XXXVIL OCCULT THERAPEUTICS, . . . ... 450 CHAPTER XXXVIII. THE AVENGER, ....... 462 CHAPTER XXXIX. THE WAY OF THE TRANSGRESSOR, .... 469 CONTENTS. Vll CHAPTER XL. PAGE REVELATIONS, ....... 473 CHAPTER XLI. A NEW PATIENT, . . . . . . .480 CHAPTER XLII. THE HEALING POWER, . . . . . .491 CHAPTER XLIII. A NEW DEPARTURE, . . . . . 505 CHAPTER XLIV. A HALF CONFESSION, ...... 519 CHAPTER XLV. HOPE DEFERRED, ...... 527 CHAPTER XLVI. To SOLVE A PROBLEM, ... . 543 CHAPTER XLVII. CIVILIZED AND SAVAGE, . . . . . .551 CHAPTER XLVIII. PERILS BY THE WAY, ....'. 560 CHAPTER XLIX. HOME AGAIN, . . . . . . .571 yiil CONTENTS. CHAPTER L. PAGE SUNSET GLORIES, . ... . . . . 575 CHAPTER LI. THE FINAL TESTAMENT, . . . , ' . .584 CHAPTER LIL "LIKE A PALE MARTYR IN His SHIRT OF FIRE," . . 590 CHAPTER LIIL HEART LANGUAGE, . '."".' . . . 597 CHAPTER LIV. DAY-LIGHT COMES AND THE SHADOWS FLY, . . . 600 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. CHAPTER I. ELSIE. MB. HASTINGS' home, Hermitage, was about two miles from the pretty little town of Melville, and a very charming spot it was. The name dated back over half a century, and was given because of a solitary who once lived there. "A strange being he must have been, according to all ac- counts," said the present proprietor to a friend, "and a man of considerable original power, I should judge, by the impression he has left on this neighborhood. He resided here many years, having purchased the place when it was almost entirely virgin forest, and by skill and industry, aided by liberal capital, gradually developed a handsome estate. This house was erected by him, and was a marvel of comfort and elegance for those times. But becoming discontented, it is supposed, at the encroaching civiliza- tion, he suddenly disappeared, having quietly disposed of the property, which, after changing owners once or twice, fell into my hands. The hermit was reputed to be a wealthy Eussian. Money he always had in abundance, so the early neighbors said, and indeed the mansion of stone and the solid wall inclosing the spacious lawn seemed to prove this. However, he was not actually a hermit, al- though called so, for he had two companions. One was an old servant, who occupied a small cottage some short 2 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. distance from the house, and went to and fro, forming tha medium with the outer world, and the other a lad of a few years, reputed to be the proprietor's son. About one hundred and forty acres belonged to the estate, which was untilled, with the exception of a garden in front of the house well filled with native and foreign plants. In this garden the misanthropist spent much of his time, and the superstition of the curious soon spread reports that these plants were used for unholy purposes. Indeed, the hermit was both shunned and feared by the scattered denizens of the vicinity, the very thing which, no doubt, he desired. These are, in short, what items I have succeeded in gather- ing of this singular predecessor of mine, although I have spent both time and money in trying to ferret out his his- tory. Some of the good people round about profess to be- lieve that the old fellow is living yet, or, at least, has the power to appear now and then for his own diversion and the terror of the beholders." " O papa ! he couldn't be living yet, surely, for it is said to be seventy years, at least, since he disappeared, and the local tradition says he was an old man at that time," remarked Elsie Hastings, the only child of the proprietor. " Which would make the worthy hermit a pretty ripe age one hundred and forty or thereabouts," laughed the guest, Mr. St. Johns. " Old Chloe says she saw him when she was a girl, and that he looked quite ancient," continued the daughter. "And if you add seventy years to an ancient," said her father, regarding her fondly, " what will be the result ? " " A fossil, papa, of course ; and, like most fossils, only to be found in the earth, buried out of sight," responded the young lady, promptly. Very bright and cheery looked Elsie this morning, as she stood beside her parent. The flush and sparkle of girlhood had just given way to the beauty and power THE EUSSIAN KEFUGEE. 3 of womanhood. She was a brunette, fully developed, with well-rounded, rather muscular figure, slightly above the medium height, a self-reliant, healthy, vigorous, hand- some woman. Brought up in this suburban retreat, un- trammelled and unchecked, only lovingly guided, she had developed a degree of health and strength which was de- lightful to see. Nor had her mind been neglected, for her fond parent had been largely her tutor, and carefully laid a solid basis of useful knowledge, which she had ably supplemented by judicious reading in the well-stocked library. " I gave my Elsie the run of the library, knowing well that there was no book there which could injure her," said the gentleman, in reply to a question from his guest. " I did not feel justified in making my mind a criterion for hers. Different people require different mental aliment. Turn a cow, horse, goat, and sheep into a common pasture, and each will select just such plants as are adapted to its needs. Certain plants will be eaten by all, though not in the same proportions. But you will find that the cow will eat some plants which the others will not touch, and so on of the horse, goat, and sheep. So in a way, different indi- viduals of our species need different intellectual food, and from books, lectures, conversations, etc., will, if healthily developed, take just what they require." " O father ! Cousin Warren has had quite an adven- ture," exclaimed the daughter, who had been summoned from the room, re-entering the library, where the two gentlemen sat engaged in conversation after breakfast, "and has had a pretty narrow escape of his life, too, I should think," handing her father an open letter. " Indeed ? I thought Warren could take pretty good care of himself ; but, if Mr. St. Johns will permit, I will glance over the letter while you show him those shells I brought you last week." 4 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. " Just what I should like," responded the guest, spring- ing up. "I will join you in a moment," said Mr. Hastings, as they disappeared. The letter referred to was about four pages long, written from London, and giving the details of an adventure at a suburban villa. He claimed to be very busy in his medical work and sight-seeing, and probably would not return to America for some months. The letter concluded with a postscript : " Now, dear coz, take care of yourself and of my uncle, for he is one among a thousand, in spite of his peculiar notions of educating young ladies. W. S." " Well," remarked Mr. Hastings, on joining his daughter and guest a few moments later, "I imagine Warren has some comical ideas of my peculiar notions, as he auda- ciously terms them ; but he is a good fellow, and I shall be glad to see him back." " Why, father, Mr. St. Johns says he knows Cousin War- ren." "Yes, I met him in the White Mountains two or three summers ago, and found him a capital companion. I shall be glad to meet him again," said the guest. A servant came to announce that the horses were at the door, for the party to take a ride to a somewhat famous mountain gorge, a few miles distant, which was a favorite visiting resort for strangers. Mi 1 , and Miss Hastings were capital riders, and the visitor thought he could manage to keep up, and so saddle-horses were chosen in preference to a carriage. There are few modes of locomotion so exhilarating as rid- ing, if one has a firm seat and hand. You are a Centaur for the time being, and partake of the strength and speed of the animal you ride. Elsie gloried in it, and on this fine No- vember morning hsr face glowed with excitement as they THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 5 cantered along. " Let sentimentalists say what they please, there is no true beauty without physical health. Indeed that is beauty, and there is no other, so far as the body is concerned," said St. Johns, as Elsie dashed -on ahead, just to try her horse's mettle, as she said. " That has been my view in training my girl," returned her father, " she has grown up as unfettered as a boy, and knows nothing of the small waists, languid air, pale com- plexion, and mincing, slow step of fashionable life." " I wish I could say as much for my two daughters," said his companion, " but it is so different bringing up a family in a city." " True ; the women so often, even with the best inten- tions, fall, ere they are aware, into the maelstrom of fashion, and with their children become mere waifs floating on the whirling waters of bad physical habits, which almost inevit- ably result in life-long invalidism." The city man sighed as he answered : "I suppose mine are no worse than the majority, but it sometimes seems to me that there is nothing natural about them. Artificiality is everywhere. I struggled against it as long as I could, but a business man, away all day, and only home with his family evenings and Sundays, can do but little." " Well, well, their natural good sense may make it all right yet " rejoined his friend, knowing that this was a sore point with him. Mr. St. Johns was a lawyer in a distant city, who had after entering practice married a dashing fashionable girl, the child of a prominent merchant. They had three chil- dren, two girls and a boy. The latter was of age, and had lately graduated at Harvard. And fine-looking young people they were, but devoted slaves to all the foibles of the world of gaiety and fashion. The mother was still veiy attractive and much attached to her husband and family, but a bond servant to Madam Grundy. 6 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. If that autocrat had decreed that the headdress should be four feet high, Mrs. St. Johns, with a feeble inward remon- strance from her common sense, which still lived, but in an unhealthy condition from want of exercise, would have sent at once for the coiffure artist, and given orders for self and daughters. "If you think that three feet eleven inches and a half will do, mademoiselle, why that will answer, I leave it entirely to your judgment. But do not let us be outr6." Should the artist unwittingly reply that she thought they might venture to make a half inch concession without danger of incurring social ostracism, yet long ex- perience had taught her that such decision would be by no means final. For in all probability the stately footman from the St. Johns mansion would come an hour or so later with a pretty little scented note from madame saying, " Dear Mademoiselle, on mature thought I have concluded to have our coiffures en r6gle. L. ST. J." Those artful and ingenious people, the milliners, dress- makers, and tailors, those rulers in the kingdom of cloth, those members of the costume aristocracy, how they must laugh at the foibles and weaknesses of those who daily crowd and throng their audience chambers. Call them servants, dependents, etc. ? What nonsense ! Fashion is queen, and these experts are the Grand Chamberlains and Ladies of Honor, to whom all must sue and pay court, who hope for favors from the sovereign. The ladies of the St. Johns family yielded implicitly to her will, never question- ing her wisdom. More habit this, perhaps, than deficiency in reasoning power. But how much easier it is, and how much more smoothly will life glide, if we can permit others to do our thinking for us. To reason, to assert one's indi- viduality requires effort and expenditure of force, and by avoiding unnecessary thought we conserve this force, and so retain a large surplus of vitality for more congenial use. The ride to the "Big Eavine," the popular name, was a THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 7 treat in every sense, and most thoroughly enjoyed by the guest. The Big Ravine was, as said before, an immense gorge, cut or ploughed through the mountain chain, which skirted the landscape here. Wonderfully grand and pictur- esque this deep dark chasm showed from the point where they stood. Hundreds of feet deep, the eye wandered, down, down, finding no bottom. Naught but profundity, and tree-tops, and gloom ! The horses were tied to trees in a grove near by, and the party proceeded on foot to ex- plore the vicinity. Elsie was more familiar with the locality than the gentlemen, and so, by tacit consent led the way, and a pretty wild way it was, tangled and overgrown by brambles and brushwood. The path led continuously downward for about half a mile and then turned upward for a hundred or so feet to a sort of natural bridge leading across a small canon which entered the Big Ravine. This natural bridge was worth, as the guest enthusiastically said, " walking a thousand miles to see." In the volcanic action which disrupted the mountain and formed the gorge, enormous fragments of rock had been hurled from below, and three of them in descending had fallen immediately over this seam or fissure and become immovably wedged together, the centre fragment forming the key-stone of the arch. It was now densely covered with mosses and creep- ing plants. Standing on the middle of the bridge the eye could explore to some extent the Big Ravine and catch the white sheen of tossing water as it reflected the few wander- ing sunbeams which penetrated its otherwise inscrutable gloom. " ' There is a path which no fowl knoweth, and which the vulture's eye hath not seen,'" quoted Mr. Hastings, "and certainly this is the place." Being a little uneasy about the horses, as one or two tramps had been passed on the road, evidently bound for the Ravine, the two gentlemen decided to return to the clump of 8 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. trees where the animals were, and await the arrival of Elsie, who desired to explore the opposite side of the chasm for ferns and leaves, of which she was making a collection. Springing forward she began ascending the great bowlder which lay just beyond the bridge on the other side, and over which the path lay. This bowlder seemed to belong to the same group which constituted the bridge, bxit having been hindered in some way had come to a halt before reaching the canon. Being some twenty feet high it tasked her energies considerably. But she had the spring and elastic step of a mountain chamois and almost as much en- durance. At least so thought the two gentlemen who watched her as she slowly but surely gained the dizzy summit, on which, lingering for a moment to enjoy the view down the great gorge, she waved her hand, and shout- ing, " Au revoir," speedily disappeared. "Why she has the courage of Zenobia. I would not dare trust one of my girls over there alone. Isn't it rather risky ? " " Not at all," returned her father, " Elsie is as sure-footed as a hunter, and does not know fear." The young lady pursued her way, jumping and climbing and clinging along the narrow goat path which led from the bridge and skirted the very edge or brink of the vast canon. The scene was wild, and weird, and threatening enough to try the nerves of any but an accomplished wood- ranger. But Elsie felt as much at home as on her father's lawn. Earth and sky seemed to smile on her in unison, and the mountain air tasted like nectar. Vigorous health and the splendid confidence of youth, touched everything she gazed at as with magic wand, making rock, tree, plant, even the dark gorge itself, glow and sparkle and scintillate in the dancing rays of the autumn sun. "I feel this morning as if I could fly!" she exclaimed, quickening her pace to a run. Tossing her hat from her THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 9 head over the left shoulder, held by the loosely tied ribbon under her chin, her right hand firmly clasping a mountain staff cut for her by her father, she dashed forward. Her abundant black hair giving outline to a face of the Italian type, her nut-brown complexion and the easy grace of her movements, all seemed to mark her a child of nature, sym- pathetic with its varied moods and rejoicing in its freedom. Man's animal nature ought to be as free and bounding as that of the inferior creatures, but civilization, that complex thing, seems to check, and hinder, and depress, and throw obstacles in his path, and fetters around his limbs. Seek- ing to understand nature, and to pry into her secrets and search out her mysteries, he too often loses sight of the simple lessons which she would fain teach him the pri- mary truths which the savage learns at once, but which the civilized man with a strange mental obliquity either sees not, or forgets, or ignores. Let us go back to the first principles and learn from the untutored man of the forest, or even from the dog, the horse, the deer, those humble disciples of nature, that man has enslaved, but failed to corrupt. Let him learn from them that simplicity in diet, temperance, exercise, are the conditions of sound sleep, vigorous digestion, freedom from disease, and the capacity to endure. We have levied on earth, air, water, for con- tributions to our tables, daily using food in quality and quantity that could only be properly digested and assimi- lated under very active conditions of physical exercise in the open air. Yet we imagine half an hour's easy sauntering in the twilight perhaps, is exercise, or may be a drive of a few miles. " Yes, but I often drive two hour's a day," says one. True, madame, and it does your horse good, and that is why he looks so strong and never complains of headache, or the blues, or dyspepsia. 'Why not imitate him and take some of his medicine exercise ? These were the teachings to which Elsie had listened through her growing years, and 10 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. the result had justified the wisdom of the course. Kegard- less of the weather, daily vigorous exercise in the open air was as invariable as taking food, and she and sickness, in the ordinary sense, were strangers. She was now opposite the widest part of the great canon, and following a sharp path leading downward, arrived at a point where she could look into and across the awful depths of the vast chasm. What a tiny creature is man when he faces material existence in its massive forms and gigantic developments. This young woman, bright, active, cheery as she ordinarily was, now felt depressed and quieted in presence of nature's grandeur. She felt as if before the throne of the Infinite, with the eye of the Eter- nal fixed upon her. There are moments of worship which can only come in scenes like these. An atom, a speck, she seemed to be, cast athwart these splendid creations ; not of them, and yet partaking enough of the material nat- ure to feel some degree of affinity with them. But when most awed, when the feeling of helplessness and weakness, before such strength and power, and mightiness, was great- est, the thought came, "But after all, I can feel awe and wonder at them, and appreciate, in some faint way their, majesty, while they regard me with the stony gaze of mat- ter chained in the lethargy of unconsciousness. I think and feel, and can move from place to place. But ten thousand appalling catastrophes might occur and the same calm indifference would reign supreme here, as ever." These reflections seemed to break the chain which bound her, and she felt at once in her whole being " the majesty of man.' Left motherless at an early age, and thrown much upon her own resources, she had sought and found in nature a friend, not dead, cold, and unresponsive as so many find her, but warm, sympathetic, loving. So, usu- ally, inspired by happy associations, it was amid such THE EUSSIAN REFUGEE. 11 scenes as these, that her thoughts flowed freest ; but yet she would at times fall into a sort of trance con- dition of inert contemplation, in which she seemed merged in creation, and a part of it, all individuality apparently lost. Then when her personality came back to her she would sometimes experience a revulsion as in the present instance, and become not a mere votary at the temple altar, but the goddess within the shrine ; not a mere intimate in the mansion, but the mistress herself. Kapidly continu- ing her ramble she arrived at a platform of rock which jutted out into the gorge, forming an abrupt break in the continuity of the cliff margin. From this point the ravine receded sharply and widened considerably, as a gulf will before joining the ocean. This was a coigne of vantage which gave the sweep of the canon and the broad valley in the distance, above and beyond the vast granite rampart which formed the upper end of the ravine. " Oh, I could live here forever," she exclaimed, as she seated herself on the edge of the flat rock and peered down into the obscurity below. " But my time has about ex- pired and I must be returning," she said vexatiously, glanc- ing at the tiny watch, her treasured memento of "mother," which she carried at her girdle. " But I must have some of those wonderful leaves down there." The leaves in question were some of unusual brilliancy, painted in mar- vellous tints by the brush of the artist specially commis- sioned to spangle and adorn the autumn woods. The forests and glades had clung tenaciously to their green robes this year, but were now beginning to flame and glow in every direction, and the leaves, too, were falling by myriads, as if modestly to hide their gay colors. The coveted treasures which Elsie spoke of were on a tree grow- ing about fifty feet below, and springing obliquely from the side of the declivity. Letting herself down by some tena- cious vines which grew over and around the rocky plat- 12 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. form on which she stood, the daring girl, with the nimble- ness and agility of a panther, succeeded in reaching the de- sired objects. Plucking the choicest and most rarely tinted ones, she placed them in her bosom and prepared to regain her former position. Easy to think of, but by no means easy of execution, she soon discovered, when, after repeated fruitless attempts, she found herself farther down, instead of up, the precipitous side of the ravine. Finally, making a desperate effort, she sprang upward, and reached, by the aid of the clinging vines, a rocky ledge, or rather bowlder, bedded in the side of the cliff. Taking breath preparatory to further effort, for she realized she was in rather a peril- ous position, and besides feeling naturally anxious to re- join her father and guest in good time, she rested for a moment. Suddenly the landscape, as she swept her gaze around, seemed to be moving! What was the matter? She glanced quickly to the opposite side of the chasm and it seemed to be rising up in the air. The thought flashed on her, "the ground is settling beneath me." Quicker and quicker tree, bowlder, and passenger the earth for several yards round slid down the surface of the rock. Down, down, they went, hindered somewhat by opposing shrubs and small trees. A land-slide a small one to be sure, but yet carrying a great mass of earth with it, and the girl clinging wildly to the tree whose bright leaves had lured her down there, and which somehow kept its balance. A sudden crashing of tree-tops, and her queer vehicle came to a halt with a shock which dashed her violently down, and in an instant the world for her was collapsed. CHAPTER H. "THE GIRAFFE." MK. HASTINGS and his friend waited patiently for the return of the youngest member of the party, for about two hours. It was then suggested by the host that they should mount and ride along the road skirting the Great Gorge, so as to enable St. Johns to form a somewhat clearer idea of the majestic ravine. " Elsie may return in the meantime, but she will wait for us, as I shall pin this little note on her saddle-cloth, telling her we shall soon be back." " But surely it is time she was here now. I fear some- thing has happened to her," said the guest, anxiously. The father smiled, and answered, " The time for feeling anxiety for her has long gone by. I have the most implicit confidence in her skill and prudence. She has wandered farther than she expected, not finding what she wanted readily. She will certainly be here soon." Nevertheless, Mr. St. Johns was certain he detected a shade of anxiety in the voice and manner of his friend, and the glance he occasionally cast in the direction the daughter had gone. After a couple of miles' canter the equestrians reined in their steeds at a point where the road curved almost at the very edge of a stupendous precipice, where the more or less dense foliage and shrubbery which had hitherto obscured the view broke away abruptly, and left open to them a secure almost unrivalled in extent and grandeur. The sky was light blue, flecked with fleecy clouds, and the sun shone brightly, giving that peculiar white light and brilliancy, 14 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. with but little heat, which is so often noticed in the late fall. A quiet, as of the eternal, seemed to fall upon and enshroud them, as they concentrated their very beings in vision, and drank in the scene. The horses were still, as if cut in stone, and seemed to realize the occasion. At last their reverie was broken by the swoop of an eagle which crossed their vision and soared up up up taking their gaze with it. "That is ideal life," said Mr. Hastings "the life of a free, strong creature like that. Our existence seems tame beside it. It seems to me, when I gaze at a panorama like this, that I would give years of my human life to be for a few hours a creature like that bird, to swoop through this vast concavity, over and into and round this mighty gorge, viewing it from a hundred standpoints, and, as it were, grasping the scene in its entirety. The birds' life must be the grandest in the world." "I question if yon creature appreciates, in his quick, changing series of views, and his thousand glimpses of this scene, anything like as much as we do from our present fixed point," was the answer of his companion. " Possibly not, for our imagination gives us larger and more varied flight than he has, and man only seems able to understand nature. However, let us return, for my daughter must be at the try sting-place by this time." On reaching the grove, Mr. Hastings said nervously as they dismounted, " We have been gone an hour and she has not returned. Can it be possible that she has lost her way, or met with any mishap ? " " Let us by all means follow her," said Mr. St. Johns. " Oh no, I would not think of tiring you ; just remain here, and I will walk rapidly in the direction she has taken, and may shortly meet her. Occasionally she is unconscious of the lapse of time, when after favorite flowers." But St. Johns insisting, the two gentlemen proceeded to THE RUSSIAN EEFUGEE. 15 the natural bridge, crossed it as rapidly as they could, and turned into the path which Elsie had actually taken. " I am not so familiar with this range as Elsie ; but yet know it pretty well, and there is a favorite view of hers about two miles from the bridge, called by the country folks the ' Devil's Bock/ because it presents the wildest and most appalling view of the gorge." " And possibly she has met with some trifling accident which detains her there," returned his friend, cheerfully, more to allay the rapidly increasing anxiety of his host than from any confidence he felt in his own suggestion. In truth when he caught occasional glimpses of the vast gulf, hundreds of feet below them, his heart stood still in thinking of the possible awful fate of that bright young life that had parted from them so hopefully a few hours before. For St. Johns was rather a timid man, and had an idea that women, especially young women, were like deli- cate chinaware, only to be entrusted to the most careful hands. The personal independence of Elsie Hastings was a thing so foreign to his mode of thinking and experi- ence that it gave him a sort of nervous shock, much as, in another sense, he admired it. Reaching the rock from which Elsie had made her unlucky descent to procure the leaves, they soon decided that she had been there, for a parcel of ferns and leaves lay where she had deposited them on first reaching this point. This somewhat reas- sured Mr. Hastings, while it increased the anxiety and alarm of his companion. " My daughter is courageous but not rash, and at the worst, I suspect she may have sprained her ankle, and so been detained. If we do not shortly find traces of her I shall conclude that something of that kind has happened, and being unable to return to us she has managed to find some means of reaching home by the wagon road, which winds round the upper head of the ravine." 16 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. " Mr. Hastings, your coolness, allow me to say, astonishes me ; you are a paradox. If it was one of my girls, or even my boy, I should be wild with anxiety, while you seem to regard the disappearance of the dearest being to you in the world, with coolness and philosophy." " My dear fellow, if I supposed there was any real danger, do you think I could be calm ? But this is by no means the first time the young lady has disappeared and failed to keep her appointments." "But would she not first send a messenger to allay your anxiety before starting for home, supposing she was so for- tunate as to meet a conveyance to take her ? " " Certainly ; but travellers along the upper road are rare, and it would be as easy to notify us from the head of the glen as by the way we have reached here. Her first thought would be for us, and so I can only suppose she failed to find a messenger and counted on sending one from the house, if not before." Exploration in every direction from the rock failed to find any further traces of the missing one, and then the friend suggested that she might have gone down the face of the cliff to secure some curiosity, and not be able to re- turn. Acting on this thought the gentlemen shouted her name until a thousand echoes answered from all parts of the ravine, but no other response. " I dare not suppose she would be so rash as to venture down there under any pretext or .temptation," said the father, with a shudder, looking over the edge of the rock into the seemingly fathomless depth below. ' ' Let us re- turn, for I cannot help thinking she is at home," said he, at length, " and if so we waste time here." They reached the horses, rather weary from the exercise, and immediately mounted, Mr. Hastings having engaged a country boy they met, to ride the empty saddle. They also arranged that a brother of this lad, who lived on their THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 17 road home, should return to the natural bridge and remain there until sunset, in case the lost one should appear. On reaching the Hermitage the gentlemen found the daughter had not been seen or heard of. Mr. Hastings led the way to his library. " Let me think awhile as to the best thing to do," said he, giving his guest a chair, and taking his own seat by the window. Mr. St. Johns watched his host with mingled admiration and wonder. " Externally an icicle ; internally a smothered volcano," he said to himself as he watched the fine, strong face in its resolute calm, only indicating to a close observer, the struggle going on within. " Something must have happened to my child," he said at length, starting up. " Remain here a moment while I give some orders." "Do not leave me out, I must help in some way," said the guest. " Thank you heartily, my friend ; I shall count on you. I will re turn immediately." Mr. St. Johns sat uneasily awaiting his friend's return, when something seemed to darken the window looking out on the garden to his left, and glancing quickly he saw a face pressed against the pane, and observing him closely. As St. Johns' gaze caught the other the visage was quickly withdrawn. "Who can he be?" said the gentle- man, springing to the window ; "the most malignant look- ing phiz I have seen for many a long day." No one was to be seen in the garden, and the somewhat disturbed guest resumed his seat. Mr. Hastings now entered and announced that he had organized two parties of three per- sons each, to proceed with lanterns and ropes to explore the vicinity of the glen, going in different directions, but to work toward the rock where the ferns were found. " We go in two wagons, and I accompany the one going round 2 18 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. the head of the glen. You, my friend, I must ask to re- main, to send instant intelligence to us if my daughter should return, or any information be received here. A lunch awaits us in the dining-room, which we shall need as we may be up all night." St. Johns urged to be allowed to accompany one of the search parties, but yielded to the reasoning of his host, seeing how essential it was to have some reliable person at head-quarters. Mr. Hastings and his two wagons and men left at once, taking with them a large mastiff, a superb, strongly limbed creature, which Elsie had reared from a three months' old puppy. Her father thought the sagacity of the animal might be made available in the search. The dog was about the color and size of a Calif ornian lion, and almost as agile and strong. On being shown a walking-dress of his young mistress he smelled at it and leaped and frisked about, as if he fully understood all that was expected of him. Mr. St. Johns remained in the library awhile, after the departure of the others, and tried to read ; but feeling list- less, and unable to fix his attention on the volume, concluded to take a stroll in the garden, into which the library win- dow led, being on the same level. It was bright moon- light, only obscured now and then by a wandering cloud which passed across the bright face of the Queen of Night. After walking up and down a few times, the night being quite mild for the season, he seated himself on the fanci- fully twisted rustic seat at the bottom of the garden. Tired, mentally and physically, he soon became oblivious of surroundings. How long he slept he knew not, but awaked suddenly, shivering with cold, and with a somewhat confused memory of a hideous dream, in which he saw Elsie Hastings falling down from the table-rock, down down down then a blank. And he also had a confused recollection of seeing in his dream a human body, or what THE EUSSIAN REFUGEE. 19 appeared like a body, being carried somewhere into the darkness. He shuddered at the thought suggested ; but somehow this fragmentary sleep-vision reassured him, and for some inexplicable reason, instead of increasing, rather lessened his anxiety. Perhaps it was, as he afterward ex- plained, because just as dreamland dissolved into waking fact of moonlight, and garden, and the physical sensation of cold, a face of cheerful expression floated swiftly across the margin of half-consciousness and vanished. Returning to the library, the lawyer found the housekeeper, Mrs. Wagram, lamenting bitterly. "What has happened?" he cried, fearfully; "has any- thing been heard of Miss Hastings ? " "Ah, non, Meester Johns, but look at Meester Hasting's lockup, all tore open, and all the things gone," and here she cried as if her heart would break. Yes, the private drawer in the secretary was open, and contained nothing but a few papers. The deed had been adroitly done, and quickly too, for the gentleman on look- ing at his watch found he had only been absent about an hour. Nothing else apparently had been disturbed. The drawer was a strong one, and closed with a spiing, and showed that considerable force had been used in opening it. A peculiar-shaped jimmy with the Sheffield stamp on it was the only evidence of the visit apart from the rifled drawer. " Did Mr. Hastings keep anything very valuable there ?" he asked the housekeeper, who sat moaning and crying on the sofa, and then added quickly, " but of course you don't know." " O, oui, monsieur, papers, and money, and quelque chose." " Can you think of anybody likely to do this ? This has been done by someone who knows the house, for nothing else has been touched but this one drawer." 20 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. " Non, monsieur, I cannot tell. The bad man from New- York, no doubt." In Mrs. Wagram's opinion all evil things and persons found lodgement in the great American metropolis, from which they issued to injure and destroy, and then returned to the city den with the proceeds of the raid. Hav- ing lived there for some years she claimed to have per- sonal knowledge on the subject, and indeed sometimes as- tonished her hearers by the intimate acquaintance she showed with what is commonly called the shady part of city life. " Well, we can do nothing until Mi\ Hastings returns. There has been no word since they left ? " " O, no, no ! Ma pauvre enfant my poor child. Per- du, perdu ! " and here the susceptible Frenchwoman, find- ing anew the old channel for her grief, from which the stream had been temporarily diverted by the fact of the robbery, wept and wailed piteously. Her companion tried to console her, but felt so utterly miserable himself that he was not surprised that the lady saw through the thin vail of intention and responded : " Oui, monsieur, I know you feel bad, but courage, monsieur, the lovely child will, Dieu merci, come back all right." Forgetting her previous despair, and quite unconscious of how inconsistent it must seem to St. Johns, the good- hearted housekeeper now talked volubly of her young lady's return. For she knew the Holy Virgin would never let any evil happen to so good a daughter and so charming a mademoiselle. And she stirred up the smouldering grate fire and made the room look bright and cheerful. Just at this moment the rapid hoofs of a galloping horse were heard crunching the gravel outside, and a strong voice shouted for somebody to come. The inmates of the library rushed into the hall, filled with excitement, and on the housekeeper opening the door, the horseman threw some- THE EUSSIAN REFUGEE. 21 thing white on the steps, saying, " A note for Mr. Hastings," and at once turned his horse's head and rode swiftly away. " Oh, Meester St. Johns, this is of my young lady read read " and saying something in her native tongue unin- telligible to her companion, she handed him the letter eagerly. "It is addressed to 'Mr. Hastings or friends,' and is not sealed, so I am justified in reading it, I suppose, at such a time as this," said the conscientious business man, holding the opened sheet so as to receive the rays of the hall lamp. It was written in a cramped, trembling hand, and was as follows : " MR. HASTINGS : Your daughter is safe and in the hands of friends. She met with an accident, but will soon be recovered and able to go home. Do not try to find her, as it will be useless. Kest quietly and she will come to you." There was no signature, and the writing seemed to be that of an aged person, and again Mr. St. Johns thought of the face in his dream. Now, we would not have the reader suppose that this man of law was a sentimentalist or dreamer in the ordinary acceptation of the word. He was a practical matter-of-fact man of the world ; and yet there was in his nature a well of poetic thought, of which his friends, and family, and indeed he himself, were uncon- scious. How many such springs there doubtless are in the dry desert of business life, which circumstances have choked up and prevented coming to the surface, causing an arid expanse where otherwise there might have been oases of fertility and beauty. Why should humanity so often bar- gain the finer impulses, nobler ambitions, and truer in- stinct with all the higher possibilities of life, for the golden sands of the desert for the fierce glare of the tropic sun of self-seeking ambition, the withering sirocco of passion, or the alternate flush and chill of pleasure's fever ? There was 22 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. a something which St. Johns felt he had missed in his life, something which would, he felt assured, have made that life sweeter and larger, and yet he could give it no name. He felt sometimes, as others have felt, that there were certain channels of his being which had not been opened up at all. Channels of thought, or ways leading possibly into celestial regions, which had been choked up, or hedged up, before he had fairly entered them. " Will there be a future time in which these lost trails will be refound, these obstructed ways reopened, so that I shall be free to enter on and pursue them ? " he often asked himself. But, while we have been thus digressing, the subject of our attention has been working. A messenger has been sent off on horseback to inform Mr. Hastings of his daugh- ter's probable safety, as she had been indirectly heard from. This was hastily pencilled on a sheet of paper, the legal caution deciding not to risk sending the original, as it might serve as a clew in case of subsequent complica- tions. We will now return to the search-party led by the anxious father. The Devil's Kock was reached without any tidings of the missing one, although repeated inquiries were made along the route. It was after ten o'clock when they arrived at the place of rendezvous, but the other di- vision of the company had not yet reached there. Im- mediately the torches were lighted, and a thorough search in all directions was made through the surrounding brush. The wagon road ran west of the rock about one-fourth of a mile distant, and between that and the ravine every ob- scure place was illumined by the torches, and scrutinized by anxious eyes. After some two hours' hard work the ex- plorers returned to the rock weary and dejected, to find the other band of searchers arrived, having been equally unsuccessful in their attempts to find trace of the wan- THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 23 derer between that point and the bridge. Their number had been increased by one, a rather quaint individual who lived near the ravine and supported himself and wife by hunting and trapping. He was of Yankee stock, and was noted for his independent character and strong individuality. Having been much thrown with some families of the So- ciety of Friends he had partly adopted the plain language, rarely addressing or speaking of anyone of his own sex except by the first name. Hiram Zadoks paid deference to no one, and bluntly spoke his mind on nearly all occasions. But he was said to be shrewd and sagacious, and had the reputation of being strong as a bear and entirely fearless. He was seemingly turned fifty, tall and gaunt, about six feet four inches in height, with a very long, thin face sur- mounted by an old white soft hat. He rarely wore any coat, and his pantaloons just reached the tops of his cow- hide boots. Altogether he was a unique-looking figure. But perhaps the first thing to attract the attention of the observer was the extraordinary length of his neck. The man had the appearance of having on some occasion raised his head up to look at something distant, the neck yielding, rubber-like, to the effort, and that, somehow, the head had become fixed up there and never was able again to come down to the level of ordinary mortals. Glancing up at him suddenly, you felt as if he was looking down at you from a second-story gable window. " That scarecrow, Hiram," the country folks called him, but Miss Hastings, with whom he was a great favorite, called him the " Giraffe," which title had been adopted by polite lips in alluding to him. He knew, and was known by everybody, and was generally liked. " Darn my butes, friend Alf, but this riles me consider- able ; the finest gal in this kintry, but I'll find her ef I hev to go to the bottom of that tarnation hole myself." Mr. Hastings cordially but silently pressed the huge 24 THE KUSSIAN REFUGEE. hand extended to him by the speaker, and then in a husky voice said : " Hiram, I'm afraid she " his voice failed him, and he finished what he had started to say by pointing signifi- cantly at the hideous abyss below them. " Yaas," said the other, slowly, " but I'll bet my best trap that she'll turn up all right yet ; she was too keerful to " and here the speaker threw himself flat on his face on the rock and peered long and steadily down into the darkness below. His hunter's eye, trained in looking into obscurity, presently detected something, and with the words " Du tell " he sprang to his feet and immediately tied the end of one of the ropes securely around his waist. All crowded about him eager to know what he meant. '*' Jest thee fellars hist me deoun thar, an' be lively abeout it too, an' I'll maybe hev suthin' to tell yer on cooming up ; leastwise ef the darned string doan't giv out or thee let go." Several of the men tried to pierce the dense gloom below, but failed to see anything whatever on which to build hopes; all was darkness, profundity, and impenetrable obscurity. But they well knew the Giraffe had wonderful powers of sight and hearing, and so were disposed to trust his in- stinct, or sensual perception, whichever it might be, espe- cially as all traces of the missing one led to this rock and then were lost. Even Leo, the mastiff, was at fault here and prowled impatiently around. The men let the trapper cautiously down, having first taken a turn round a tree near at hand. " Don't take any chances of your life, Hiram," said Mr. Hastings. "I cannot for a moment bring myself to think of my child falling over here, she was too sure-footed ; but I would much rather go myself than allow you, if there is any special danger." " Nice job thee'd make deoun thar, friend Alf," sung up Hiram from the darkness below, for he had swung himself THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 25 off when Mr. Hastings began speaking and was already lost in the gloom. After letting out about two hundred feet of the rope the strain on it suddenly ceased, and the holders knew that the " Giraffe " had reached support of some kind. " It was mighty good fortin' to bring so much of rope with us. Three hundred feet, I should guess," remarked one of the men. "Yes," replied James Martin, a swarthy athletic-looking young man, who was employed as coachman and head man generally about the Hermitage. " I looked out for that, and went over and borrowed the new coil that John got lately for Mr. Willowby." Presently the group on the rock heard in the intense stillness of the night some quick, sharp sounds of either anger or pain, or both, and then a series of snarling growls. They bent over and listened intently. There was evidently a commotion of some kind below, but so far down that it was impossible to determine what it might be. "I'm afraid the brave fellow is in danger of some kind," said Mr. Hastings. " Trust old scarecrow to take care of himself anywhere and everywhere," remarked the man nearest to him. " Yes," returned another, " he don't fear nothing," and here he was proceeding to tell of some wonderful bit of en- durance and courage on the part of the " Giraffe," when the noise below suddenly ceased, and the rope was jerked fiercely, the signal agreed on, and the men began to pull up with a will. It was slow work, for there was danger of cutting the rope against the projecting points and edges of rock if pulled too rapidly. Presently Hiram's voice was heard. "Be kearful thar, or thee'll hurt the baby, haw, haw, haw ! I guess you fellers tho't I'd feound the black boy adeoun thar," and here the speaker was seen emerging from the Cimmerian darkness in which he had been engulfed. A spontaneous burst of astonishment saluted his appear- 26 THE RUSSIAN EEFUGEE. ance. His hat was gone, the long black hair scattered in all directions, and his face hardly recognizable for the blood which covered it, his shirt was in fragments, but despite ap- pearances the man was there seemingly as vigorous as ever. His left hand clutched the rope, while the right was firmly clasped round the throat of an enormous catamount. Hiram dashed the animal on the rock. " Darn my butes, friend Alf, but I kind o' tho't the old boy had come for yours trooly, when that fellar tackeled me adeoun thar. I felt kind o' weak abeout tha jiuts when he tuk holt ; acted as if he'd kinder come to stay. Humsoever, I kind o' gethered myself together, an' seys I, ' Hiram, don't thee be a durned fool; this b'ain't the feller the parsons preach 'bout, cos that feller's got no claws, an' this critter hes,' says L ' This is a cat, thee bet thy butes ; an' Hiram don't give in to no cat, not ef he knows hisself, an' maybe he does.' Meanwhile I was a kinder feelin' for the durned critter's necktye, to get a holt. An' durn his pictur, he was playing kinder lively with his eye-openers onto my looking- glass. ' Darn thy shoemaker an' thy dentist,' says I, an' thin I jest got my feelers 'bout the critter's swaller, an jerked the rope." During this extraordinary recital of his sanguinary strug- gle, the trapper went through a series of ludicrous twists and movements intended to illustrate his story. The poor fellow was severely scratched and bitten, and only his courage and strength had saved him. His wounds were temporarily attended to, and a horse-blanket was wrapped around him in spite of his remonstrances. " Dura my pictur', does thee think I'm a womankind ? " But here something suddenly crossed his memory, and his voice became husky, as he took from his boot a glove, and held it toward Mr. Hastings. "Friend Alf, I picked up this 'ere fist-toggery, an' kinder think " but the honest fellow could go no further. THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 27 He could not tell that father all he dreaded. His quick eye had detected the fresh surface left by the land slide, and this tempted him to the adventure, which might have terminated so tragically for himself. He had, with his marvellous visual power, for he refused to take a torch or lantern, traced the slide until it was arrested, then found the glove and other evidences of some one having been there, and immediately after was attacked by the cat. But he was much puzzled to account satisfactorily to himself for Elsie's disappearance ; for if, as he doubted not, she had gone down with the slide, why was she not there now, for it was broad enough to hold her, and had certainly been trampled by human feet. A deep silence fell upon the party, and for some seconds no one moved. The father seemed paralyzed by the blow, for the glove admitted only one explanation. He had had such absolute trust in his child's skill, agility, and prudence, that, until now, he had been the most hopeful of the party. But he was not a man to remain inactive long, and was first to break the silence. The voice was very low and thin, as if spoken with effort. " It is useless, my friends, staying here. This brave man has partly, at least, solved the problem for us. We will' re- turn home and obtain such rest as we may, and to-morrow try and get to the bottom of the gorge." The wagons were at once got ready, and the horses' heads turned homeward. Hiram was to go home with them, as Mr. Hastings insisted, to have his wounds dressed, and also, as his counsel in regard to the proposed work of to-morrow would be invaluable, even if incapacitated from taking part himself. Being near daybreak, almost five o'clock, few of them really expected to obtain any sleep more than might be snatched in the home drive. Suddenly, as they were just starting off, Hiram burst out with, " Durn my butes, but there's a critter comin' this way, 28 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. all kicketty- whoop." Each one tried to listen, but although the night was unusually quiet, not a sound could any one else hear. "An' he's got a man atop on him too, and he's just acoming for all git out," persisted the Giraffe. " It may be some one seeking us," said Mr. Hastings, at length, while a gleam of hope seemed to light his face, and as suddenly died away again. "Let us remain where we are for a few moments," di- rected he. Now, some of the others declared they could detect a horse's galloping feet, and soon all heard, and in a brief time the sound seemed to leave the road above and come toward them. " Is Mr. Hastings here ? " shouted the rider, emerging from the darkness like a messenger from another sphere, "I've a paper for him." " Ah, Will, is it you ? " said that gentleman, as he hastily seized the paper. He appeared to glance quickly over its contents by the nickering light of the torch held for him by one of the men, and then the paper fell from his nerve- less grasp, and he was seen to stagger, and would have fallen, only for the ready hands which caught him. "Lay 'im on his back. He's only kinder wilted. Durn my butes, but I'm kinder sorter myself," chimed in the Scarecrow. "I feel ashamed of myself, but the revulsion was too much. I'm all right now," said the proprietor of the Her- mitage, sitting up. " Well, my friends, this paper tells me that my daughter has been heard from, and is safe. Thank God for it," he added, reverently. " Hurrah ! " exclaimed Hiram, and presently a shout arose which vibrated on the night air like a gunpowder explosion. Eapid time was made in reaching the Hermitage that morning, for daylight streaked the east as they entered the avenue which led to the mansion-house. CHAPTEE HI. THE MYSTERY. c< YES, there were some valuable papers there, and some family relics, and about one hundred dollars in money, but these losses are very trivial to me at the present moment," remarked the owner of the Hermitage, when informed by his friend of the robbery. " Strange that Elsie does not send us further word, or else come herself," he continued, glanc- ing at the clock on the mantel, which showed 4 P.M. of the day following the incidents mentioned in the last chapter. " Have you any suspicion of where she may be ? " in- quired St. Johns. " None whatever. Elsie has acquaintances and friends all over the country and among all classes. My opinion is, that falling over the cliff she was caught about the place Hiram found the glove, and that her cries attracted notice from some passer-by, who succeeded in rescuing her from her perilous position, and some of these people near the glen are wonderfully expert in dealing with accidents of this nature. And it is probable that she was temporarily in- jured a sprained ackle or something of that sort and is now at one of the cottages." "But why should she not at once notify you of her whereabouts ? " said his companion. "I don't know ; that is the mystery which enshrouds this thing," said Mr. Hastings, bluntly, turning toward the win- dow to hide his feeling of vexation. About 8 P.M. a note was found on the library floor, evi- 30 THE RUSSIAN" REFUGEE. dently thrown there while the gentlemen were at dinner. It was in Elsie's handwriting, and read as follows : " DEAK FATHER : Do not be anxious about me, I am safe and well with the exception of a sprained ankle. I am with kind friends, but circumstances forbid my leaving here or disclosing my retreat for the present. You can trust me, father, for you know me too well to doubt me. I met with a terrible fall and was insensible for some time, how long I do not know, and was wonderfully saved. Ever your loving child. ELSIE." "Nothing for it but patience, I suppose ; read that St. Johns, and suggest what you think had better be done." " If she is detained against her will and has penned that under compulsion, the sooner something is done the bet- ter," said the lawyer, handing back the note. " Perhaps that wild fellow you were telling me about could advise us ; his class is often equal to an emergency of this kind when more cultivated brains fail. It is largely a question of knowledge of locality, as she is evidently not far off." "A -good thought. I will call him up," touching the bell. " Mary, please tell Hiram I want to see him a mo- ment, that is," he added, " poor fellow, if he is able to be up after such a terrible experience." " O, yes sir, he's up some time ago, and is now getting ready to go home." In a few moments a strong knock was heard at the door, and in walked the " Scarecrow." "Well, Hiram my poor fellow, how are you to-day?" said Mr. Hastings, kindly, giving him his hand. " Wall, Squire, I feel kinder twisted up, sorter I'd been drawed through a fuz bush. Ha, ha ! Didn't she go fur me, I guess ? But it'd take mor'n one cat to get away with the ' Giraffe.' Ha, ha ! " One peculiarity of the trapper was that he was as proud of this title, as a blue-blooded scion of European aristocracy THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 31 might be of the title of ' lord,' or an American of ' general ' because it had been given him by Elsie Hastings, who held first place in Hiram's estimation. " A most singular creature," said the city man to himself, regarding him curiously. Strange and weird looking always, the " Scarecrow " cer- tainly merited the title on this occasion. Martin had loaned him a shirt and jacket, which being much too small for him only seemed to bring out the grotesqueness of his figure, and his great length of limb and neck. His face was al- most covered with strips of black plaster, hiding the furrows made by the cruel talons of the cat. But it was evident, in spite of his confident bearing, that the brave fellow was feeling the effects of his experience, and needed more rest. "Hiram, I sent for you because I heard you were up. But you really ought to be in bed. This is my friend Mr. St. Johns." " Put it thar," said the trapper, extending an enormous hand, in which he fairly covered up the small one of the lawyer, giving it a squeeze which made him wince and nurse the abused member for some moments. " Ony friend of Alf Hastings, is friend o' mine. Has thee heard of the young woman, friend Alf ? Ony news mor'n ther gotten by the rock ? " " Yes, and that's what I want to talk with you about. My daughter writes me herself this time, to say she is laid up with a sprained ankle, and is with friends, but she does not, and evidently is not permitted to give the names of those she is with." " Du tell, friend Alf ; 'pears to me kinder odd like," and here Hiram dropped into a chair and seemed to be lost in thought. " Suthin's got to be done, an' Hiram's the boy to do it," he exclaimed at length, as if debating with himself. " The 32 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. auld critter ; durn my butes, Hiram, thee's been a dream- ing." "Have you any idea of where Elsie is?" said Mr. Hast- ings, quietly. "You have known her from the time she was a child, and now I want you to help rne find her, be- cause she may be detained against her will somewhere." " Know her, know Elsie Hastings durn my butes, friend John," looking in a friendly way toward the lawyer, " I've known that gal sence she was knee high to a bumble bee. Ha ! ha ! " And here the honest fellow laughed quietly to himself, " Durn em, ef I didn't teach her all she knows birds, nests, fleowers ; way up the Big Hole, hosses. Ha i ha ! I've tooken her on these sholers mile an' mile, rain an' shine. Know little Elsie ! I should think I did." " Well, my friend, with your help I think we can find her. Suppose you go and get some sleep and rest, and to- morrow morning we'll start." " No," said the woodsman firmly, " friend Alf, thou must stay here," and then thinking he had perhaps hurt the father's feelings, he added, "leastwise the morn'll show what's best." " All right, Hiram, good-night." On inquiring for Hiram at breakfast next morning, the report came that he had departed long before it was light, and had left a piece of a shingle on which Mr. Hastings with some difficulty made out the words, " Friend Alf, good-by. The best dugs don't allers hunt in company. Here from yours truly, soon. Hiram." " What does the fellow mean, Mr. Hastings ? Do you suppose he is to be trusted ? " " I would risk my life with him, St. Johns ; but he is as ec- centric as he is honest and brave, and that is saying much." " But do you imagine he has any idea of where Elsie is ? He certainly acted as if he did last night." " You cannot tell anything about him, he is as cunning THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 33 as the animals he traps, but I suspect he has some idea which he is going to act on, and preferred to be alone,'' returned the host. " However, my hands are practically tied. Wherever Elsie is she is not exactly her own mis- tress, I know. If this were Italy, I should be sure she was a captive in the hands of banditti, who were holding her for a ransom. But no such organization exists around here that I know of. I only wish she was home safely." The guest noticed how worn and anxious his host looked, having evidently slept but little if any since the disappear- ance of his child. " But in my own selfish anxiety I came near forgetting that Mrs. St. Johns and the girls are to be here to-day. I must give some directions about the carriage meeting them at the depot," suddenly remarked Mr. Hastings. " Thanks, but do not let this be a burden on you ; they can easily find a conveyance. In relation to Elsie, however, let me make a suggestion. May I send to New York for a couple of sharp detectives that I know of ? Possibly they may be able to bring this matter to a crisis." " No, I thank you, St. Johns, at least not at present, for she may be acting entirely of her own free will in this matter, and I would not for the world manifest suspicion toward those to whom I may be under immense obligation for saving her life." "Yes, but I can't for the life of me see the kindness or sense of keeping an injured girl away from home, where she could be so much better nursed. Let me send for the officers." " Not yet ; we will wait a little and see what Hiram may do, and then, Elsie may write again. If they were not friendly she could not have written at all ; we must not forget that. I will go and order the carriage, and as it is fine suppose we go and meet the ladies ? " "That'll suit me exactly," returned his companion, as Mr. Hastings left the room. CHAPTER IV. THE CITY FOLKS. " MR. ST. JOHNS, please come into the hall, sir, Mr. Hast- ings wants to speak to you." " Why, St. Johns, we shan't have our ride after all, here's your wife and daughters coming up the avenue." Presently the carriage stopped at the hall door, and a rather foppish-looking young man sprang down from beside the coachman and shook hands heartily with the two gen- tlemen who stood waiting to receive the guests. " Deah me, how fortunate to find you both at home. Mamma said she was sure you would be out somewhere." " Why, Ruskin, how well you look, and Mr. Hastings too ; why we haven't met for an age. You remember ' Ange- lina' and ' Alfarina,' do you not ? Not so ' comme il faut ' as one could wish, but we are travellers, you know." The good lady fairly beamed on her host and led the way into the house with Mr. Hastings, while the girls fol- lowed demurely with their father and brother. The elder, Angelina, led a small pug dog by a pretty blue ribbon fastened to a fancy brass collar. "Well, pa, we did take an earlier train than we expected, for Angie had thought perhaps Napoleon would stand the fatigue of the journey better in the morning." " What a fib, Roland. Don't you mind him, father, he's always poking fun at ' Napy,' isn't he, dear ?" " Where is Elsie ? I can't rest till I've seen the dear girl. What a perfect treasure she is. I feel a mother's interest in her, and with your permission will carry her off to town THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 35 some of these days. Mademoiselle has such a very fine as- sortment this season." Mr. Hastings' brow clouded a little as he answered gravely, " I am really glad that you take so much interest in my motherless girl, but she is not home at present ; an accident, a rather singular experience detains her, which Mr. St. Johns will explain to you while I give some direc- tions about your rooms to Mrs. Wagram." Two tall, handsome girls were the Misses St. Johns. An- gelina, a blonde, with regular features and oval face, would have passed almost any ordeal of criticism and been pro- nounced charming. Her neat gray travelling costume fitted her shapely figure exquisitely, and she walked with a grace and style that a princess or any other lady might have envied. A slight affectation of manner rather detracted from the first impression generally produced on seeing her, but in spite of this she was a favorite in society and al- most worshipped at home. Alfarina was somewhat shorter than her sister, though still about the average height of women, a brunette, with good features, but rarely or ever attracting much comment when Angelina was near. Fond of society, but being less sought after than " Angie," the home name of the elder, Alfarina Si Johns was much more dom- estic in her tastes, and devoted to her father, for whom she frequently acted as amanuensis. Under different influences she would have made a sensible, affectionate girl, but the fashion-loving mother had gradually moulded her to the ideal which was enshrined in Madame Grundy's temple until the true nature was so obscured that few knew or sus- pected that she was capable of aught else than the butter- fly life she led. Her father was one of these few, and Elsie Hastings was another. " If any serious misfortune should overtake me, Alf is the only one I could depend on in my own family," St. Johns said to his friends on one occasion. 36 THE RUSSIAN KEFUGEE. Mrs. St. Johns was much shocked to hear of the recent events, and Elsie's disappearance. " The dear child ! She was always so venturesome, you know, Mr. Hastings," looking at her host somewhat re- proachfully. "I always warned you that something would happen if that darling girl was allowed to run around the country by herself. Excuse me for speaking so plainly, but young ladies, in my opinion, should rarely venture out alone, even for half an hour. It is un un " " Unladylike," suggested Mr. Hastings, smiling. " I know you must think so, but I should have had a fine time if I had made that rule with Elsie. No, I determined she should grow up naturally and unfettered, excepting the restraints necessary for right guidance, and so far, I think she has jus- tified my judgment." "Yes, my dear sir, but only see what it has come to ! " and here the good lady raised the scented cambric to her eyes. The truth was, Mrs. St. Johns had long wished for some opportunity to impress her friend with the falsity of his theories concerning female education, and the time seemed to have finally arrived, and she was not quite generous enough to avoid taking advantage of it. Keally fond of Elsie, she longed to introduce her to the fashionable world, clad in all the finery which the mademoiselle's deft fin- gers know so well how to fabricate. Elsie's bright ways, springy, active movements, and splendid health were re- garded by the matron as being of little worth sadly unfashionable and even rustic. The languid air, stately slow step, and pale complexion of her daughters, were considered as being much more desirable in the eyes of this foolish mother than the fine physical vigor of the country maiden. Elsie painted beautifully, sketching from nature, but of instrumental music she knew little. Having no taste for the piano, her father early determined that she should THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 37 never waste time and strength by practising four or five hours a day at what was useless to her, and would inevitably be abandoned when she became her own mistress. " Piano practice is one of the means by which bodily health is seriously impaired, the intellect dulled, and pre- cious time worse than wasted, in scores of families. We see the fruits daily of this baleful custom of compelling those who have no musical ability to spend thus the fleeting hours of their invaluable spring-time. But still the immolation of the victims goes on. Mere mechanical music, mere instru- mental playing, without soul in it, is torture to the hearer, and weariness to the performer, and in eight out of ten cases the music we hear is precisely this, and nothing more. Ability to produce natural music or singing is presumptive evidence that there is a basis for a musical education, but, if this is absent, I should hesitate very seriously about per- mitting a child of mine to study music at all, supposing she earnestly desired it herself, otherwise decidedly not But I would have all children taught to sing, if possible, so soon as they can articulate." This was Mr. Hastings' answer in part to a letter received some years before from Mrs. St. Johns urging him to send Elsie to the city school for the musical advantages. The lady was amazed at such heterodoxy and used to show the letter in confidence to her lady friends as a natural curios- ity. ''To think of anyone in this civilized country, and in this advanced age of the world, entertaining such views." " Poor girl, what is to become of her with such a father? " were the ordinary comments. "Why," said Mrs. Euphrasia Landis, of Landis Place, " when my Minetta told me she did not care about studying music, I said at once, ' never let me hear that again, or off you go to boarding-school.' I employed Signor Therry, and made her practise four hours a day, and I flatter myself 38 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. few girls of her age excel her." But the pale face, stoop- ing, round shoulders, and languid air of the coerced musi- cian, told in eloquent words the price paid for the useless accomplishm ent. "My daughter's music for ten years," said a pompous father one day to Mr. Hastings, " cost me just $5,000." Mr. Hastings, who knew the girl detested the piano, could not help replying, " And cost her ten thousand un- happy hours, I'll be bound. Surely such a price in money and suffering is too much to pay for any accomplishment on earth." The visitors soon made themselves at home, for the house was large, roomy, and delightfully located, and Mr. Hast- ings was a model host. The only drawback was the ab- sence of Elsie, which kept all in a state of half-nervous ex- pectancy. Mr. St. Johns still urged sending for a city detective, and in this was supported by his whole family. Roland St. Johns, who has been rather ignored so far, especially insisted on it. " Really, my deah Mr. Hastings, you ought to yield to father in this, for he is a lawyer, you know, and understands the way of these aw wretches. And to think of your beau- tiful daughter being detained by those scamps, whoever they are, is enough to make me turn detective myself, aw." Saying which the young man appeared so warlike that his mother regarded him admiringly, remarking : "You look just like your grand-uncle, the Admiral. Doesn't he Ruskin ? " While the younger sister laughed merrily. " O yes, Roland, but I think you would do better to de- tect a pretty girl in a ball-room than in a hiding-place in these mountains. Besides, it might be dangerous, you know ; " and here she imitated the affected mincing tone of the youth to his great disgust. " Well, mamma, you know Roland is no more fit for such THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 39 work than I am, and it sounds so droll to hear him talk in that bombastic style," she responded to her mother's dis- pleased look. " I am sure your brother is as brave as a lion if he was only tried, and indeed I hope he never will be." " But, mamma, what's the use of courage if one never uses it? Besides, one cannot be sure of possessing it," persisted Alf. Finally, as nothing more was heard of or from Elsie, and a week had now elapsed, Mr. Hastings almost decided to allow St. Johns to send to the city for his officers. " We will delay until noon, and if nothing contra-indi- cates in the interval you can order your detectives here at once." " Do, Mr. Hastings, 'allow me to write now. Where is the use of longer delay and running greater risk ? Every day that passes but complicates the case. " "That appears reasonable, but I wish to send a mes- senger to Hiram's cottage to ascertain if he has been home since leaving here. I still have some hopes in that direc- tion." " Pray don't tell that queer fish anything about sending for detectives," urged the lawyer in evident alarm. " Oh, no, I promise you that, unless the officers themselves agree to it." CHAPTEK V. "A NEW WORLD." WE will now return to the object of the anxiety which more or less possessed the inmates of the Hermitage. We will try to follow the fortunes of the young lady who in fal- ling into the Great Eavine has also in a certain sense fallen out of our narrative. -When Elsie awoke to consciousness, before moving or opening her eyes,' she lay for some mo- ments in a sort of lethargic condition, as people often do under such circumstances, trying to recall the past, and realize what had happened. Presently, in a confused way, the events of the morning came to her. The parting with her father and Mr. St. Johns, the ramble along the brow of the ravine, the descent from the flat rock to get the ferns, the giving way of the ground, and the blankness and vacancy which followed. And now where was she ? Was she at the bottom of the ravine, or had somebody found her and taken her home. Was her father wildly searching for her, or had he not yet missed her ? How long since this happened ? These thoughts rapidly coursed through her brain, and she almost dreaded to open her eyes. Wher- ever she was, however, her instinct told her that the light which came to her through the closed lids, was not sunlight ; it was artificial light. She felt sure, then, she was in some dwelling. Yet she feared to open her eyes. Sensation re- turned slowly, and she realized that she was lying on some kind of couch. By a great effort, for she seemed to herself at first as if she could not move at all, she grasped the sub- THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 41 stance on which her hand lay, and felt that it was soft to the touch, but furry, like an animal. She shuddered, and drew back the hand by a convulsive effort. What if she should be still in the ravine, and this some wild animal which had crept alongside of her for warmth ? Then she remembered the light, but was afraid to move a limb. An undefined fear possessed her ; perhaps her fall had para- lyzed her, and she would be a hapless, helpless cripple for life. Something warm touched her hand, and a voice which seemed very small, something like a doll's voice, she thought, said : " Open your eyes, my daughter ; fear nothing, you are among friends." A great revulsion of feeling took place, the blood seemed to surge tumultuously through her whole being the leth- argy gave way, and she opened her eyes. The light blinded her, t and she quickly closed them again. She felt like a prisoner who, by one superlative effort, has disrupted ten thousand delicate bands which held from liberty. Like a bird which has just freed itself from the entangling meshes of a net, and yet, being temporarily exhausted by the effort, falls back again amid the broken threads of its prison- house, seemingly helpless as before, but with this glorious consciousness of difference ' The door is now open, the way free to life and liberty.' Elsie felt no longer in that dreadful bondage of negative condition, uncertainty, and doubt. The voice and resulting effort on her part in re- sponse had made her once more a citizen of life's common- wealth, and had scattered wide the doleful, half-formed apprehensions which, like black, evil-eyed spirits, had flown athwart the dim twilight of her awakening. " How like," she thought, for her mind now began to act vividly, " is my condition to that of some poor soul plunged in the darkness and bondage of ignorance, despair, or per- plexity, which hears, not audibly in a physical sense, per- 42 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. haps, but somehow, in the silences of the soul, the still small voice of guidance, at whose electric tones obscurity clears into brightness and noon of night becomes noon of day. The labyrinth opens, the paths broaden, and it presses onward, with bounding, elastic tread, into the un- known but now trusted future." Some of our experiences cannot be measured by time. Seconds have the import and meaning of months, and scores of ordinary life-atmospheres seem to be, by some mysteri- ous alchemic process in the secret laboratory of the spirit, compressed into the fleeting breath of a moment. Our being seems to be filled and expanded with celestial oxygen, giving an exhilaration which is a foretaste of paradise. Such was the almost ecstatic state in which this high- strung but thoroughly healthy nature found herself now. It was the border-land, the medium country, which, though lighted by Heaven, is still Earth. Dear Mother Earth J It is something to find, after a perilous trial in which we have almost touched the " somewhere " of our of ten musings, that we are still with thee, on thee, and of thee. Dear Mother Earth ! With all thy trials, disappointments, vexations, shortcomings, sorrows, and bereavements, we love thee still, and perhaps best when near leaving thee. Elsie felt as if the coin of her nature, of her spirit-life, had been sent to the mint and been restamped, and in a sense was brightened and renewed again to pass into the same old currency of life, but not by any means the same old coin. She was conscious that she had received an impress, that she had gone forward, as it were, and gained a maturity of mental and spiritual experience at a bound. Had been, so to speak, promoted high up, without passing through the intermediate grades. She had been face to face with Death, and the cold shadow of the pinion of the King of Terrors, had chilled her so that the returning warmth of life's sunshine was sufficient to thrill her with happiness THE RUSSIAN KEFDGEE. 43 which she could neither define nor grasp, only feel it and live in it. Again that dread of breaking the spell, of facing reality, came over her. O that she could stay thus forever ! Could Heaven give more ? Suddenly strains of delicious music filled the air, and her half-awakened senses merged them- selves in enraptured listening. Calm, quiescent, still, yet intensely receptive, she was unconscious of aught but the floods of harmony which rolled in plaintive waves over her soul. Now tender and pathetic as a mother's lullaby, very near ; then far off, as the stately swell of a rhythmic ocean stealing with measured steps upon a distant shore. The sounds ceased ; and, obeying an impulse which could not be resisted, she murmured, startled at the sound of her own voice, as if another owned and used it, " Play, O play that once more, and then I can willingly die." " Not die, but live, my daughter," said the voice she had heard before. " It shall be as you wish." And again melody held her captive. As the final strains lost themselves to her the voice came again, and now she noticed its quality, soft and subdued, giving her confidence. " Come back, my child, to life and friends. All is well ! " And at the same moment a hand was passed lightly over her head, and at once all doubt, confusion, and languor disap- peared, and she opened her eyes wide and looked up. Her glance rested at once on the finest and most expressive face she thought she had ever seen. It was an aged face, for it was framed in snow-white hair and beard, the latter reach- ing to the waist. But the eyes were black as coal and keenly bright ; the whole expression was humane and be- nevolent in a marked degree. Smiling winningly, the owner of the face clasped her hand kindly, saying : "Do not trouble yourself, my daughter, to ask any ques- tions now. I will go and bring you some needful food, and when you have gathered strength I will tell you all." Say- 44 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. ing which, he quietly lifted a curtain near her couch and passed out of sight. She raised herself up, with a little difficulty, into a sitting posture and quietly surveyed the room. It was a singular- looking apartment of a very peculiar shape, or rather having no special shape. It was quite extensive, and there seemed to be no doors, only curtains were hung around the walls, and large handsome skins of wild and tame animals. An immense open fireplace occupied one end of the chamber, and the bright wood-fire looked cheery and homelike. The couch on which she rested was formed entirely of soft skins, and she smiled at the vague terror which had beset her be- wildered mind, a short time since, when she had grasped the fur. The furniture was as singular as the room. A long handsome table, of different kinds of wood and with sin- gularly twisted legs, rested at the side of the room, opposite her couch. A number of very cosy -looking chairs, fantasti- cally carved and having gnarled and twisted legs, like the table, were scattered about, all of them being cushioned with skins. Everything wore an appearance of comfort and ease and softness which was soothing to the new inmate. She now looked curiously to the floor, and found it was evi- dently of sand and partly covered with skins. But on look- ing up, in a listless way, at the roof she noticed that it sparkled in the glancing firelight like a million clusters of diamonds. Long pendants of bright, glittering icicles hung from the roof. Icicles ? No ; but very like icicles. A won- derful roof ! She had never seen anything like it. Altogether the place was totally unlike anything her previous experi- ence had brought her in contact with, and again the ques- tion pressed upon her, " Where can I be ? " She began to feel weak again, and lay down on her skin couch and closed her eyes. Presently a low breathing reached her ear, and again she looked around somewhat in vague alarm. Finally the sound led her glance to the fireplace, near which THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 45 she saw a form which before she had taken for a skin thrown loosely on the floor. She could detect a sort of movement now, and she was satisfied this was the source of the breath- ing. Some sort of animal she thought, and half feared to breathe lest she should awaken it. Looking fixedly, she could now notice the regular rise and fall of the deep, broad chest. " I believe it is a dog," she said, softly, and her nervous- ness vanished. She had no fear of dogs ; they had been her friends and companions from babyhood. Her thoughts went out to home and her own faithful Hugo, and she felt that if he had been with her things might have turned out better. " But lam safe and in good hands," she said. "I wonder if I broke any bones, anyway ? I don't feel any pain," and here she moved her limbs cautiously ; but a sharp twinge in the right foot made her cry out involun- tarily, which brought the sleeping animal at a bound into the middle of the apartment. He was a mastiff of huge pro- portions, fawn-colored, with a fine intelligent head. Fixing his large, lustrous eyes full upon her in a questioning but friendly sort of way, and wagging his tail, he advanced slowly toward her and put his great jaws into her out- stretched hand. " Poor fellow, good doggie ! " she said, soothingly ; " it feels almost like being home again to see you." Engaged in caressing the dog, she did not notice his master had entered the room and was gazing fondly at them both. " If anything else had been needed to make me feel a father's interest in my young friend and patient, it would be the interest you feel in the other animals. Not lower animals, as some call them, for these devoted creatures are often superior to men to many men certainly, and more faithful than most." So saying, the speaker fondly stroked the docile animal, 46 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. whose eye never left his face while speaking, as if he, too, understood and agreed with what had been said. " Go to your place, Alex ! " upon which the mastiff re- turned at once to his rug by the fire, and, with his head be- tween his paws, attentively watched his master. " I thought I heard your voice, my child, and as if in pain," he said, in- quiringly. " I moved my foot and it hurt me a little. Is it " and here she paused, hesitatingly. " I know what you would ask," he said, kindly. " No, it is not broken, but very badly sprained. You must thank the Good Spirit and your angel that no bones were broken. You had a terrible fall, but we wilP not talk of that now ; you must have some nourishment." And again he disap- peared, to return immediately bearing a small tray on which was some simple but appetizing food and milk. The tray was placed on a small table, also from the inner room. Encouraged by her kind host, Elsie found the simple fare delicious, and her hunger satisfied, she felt her old life and vigor again, and now longed for an opportunity to know how she came to her present abode, and how long she had been there, and a thousand other things prominent among which was the intense desire to know if her father had been communicated with. One thing she felt certain of her host was a foreigner, certainly not an American, and yet he spoke a very pure English, almost too pure for a native, contradictory as it might seem. " Nadia will come in now, and help to make you feel more comfortable ; but I am afraid she cannot answer any of your questions, as she does not speak English, so you must save the questions for me when I return," he said, smilingly. " Not speak any English ! " and making a desperate effort to overcome her reserve, she asked, impulsively, as he was raising the curtain to leave the room, " What language does she speak, then ? " THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 47 He looked at her a moment fixedly, as if to notice the effect of his answer, and then said, quietly and gravely, and she thought with a slight hesitation, " Russian," and the curtain dropped, and she was again alone with Alex, the dog. "I wonder how badly my foot is injured?" she said, audibly ; and the dog pricked up his ears at her voice, and slightly wagged his tail, as if he would like to tell, but must not, and yet looking at her as if he knew all about it. Throwing aside the light, fleecy covering of exquisite snowy whiteness which lay over the lower part of the couch, she carefully moved her feet, very cautiously, and keeping them closely together, gradually she brought them to the floor. But no sooner had she done so than the sense of fulness and weight and dull pain in the right foot and ankle warned her that it was badly swollen. A light footstep and the raising of the curtain drew her attention to a small, rosy face peering at her curiously. Elsie held out her hand impulsively, and a bright little maiden of some twelve summers sprang into the room, seized the proffered hand and raised it to her lips, at the same time uttering, " Slava Bogu ! " in a charming, childlike way. Elsie put her arm round the girl's neck and kissed her warmly, which seemed greatly to delight the little woman, for she chattered in a very animated way, and the accents of that strange tongue fell like music on the listener's ear, although she did not understand a word. " Are you Nadia ? " said Elsie, sounding the name as she had heard it spoken by the old man. The rosy-cheeked maiden shook her head, saying : "No, no," very decidedly, and at that moment the in- dividual referred to entered the room in the person of a middle-aged, pleasant-featured woman whose likeness to the girl at once declared the relationship between them. " Slava Bogu ! " said the new-comer, dropping a courtesy 48 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. to the young lady and crossing herself reverently. Elsie was much diverted at the way in which the child took her mother's hand, and in a dramatic way pointed at her, at the same time glancing at the lady, saying emphatically, " Nadia," and then touching her own breast significantly said, " Sophia," ending by saying something to the elder, and laughing merrily. It was a complete introduction, and the merriment of the youngster was so infectious that Elsie laughed too, and the mother smiled in a grave, sad way, giving at the same time a half -loving, half-reproving glance at the mirthful maiden. In spite of the painful foot the toilet was skilfully and rapidly made by the deft, tender hands of the mother and daughter, who insisted that the patient must not help herself in the least. But to a nature like Elsie's this was impossible, and her own quick fingers expedited matters not a little, so that in about twenty min- utes she was sitting in a sort of easy-chair with her feet on a support, clad in clean, white garments fetched from un- seen places, and feeling fresh and decidedly comfortable. "But where am I ? and who is my benefactor? Old fel- low, I wish you could speak," as the dog came up to her in friendly fashion and laid one paw on the stool which sup- ported her feet. " Oh, if I only knew this language. Why didn't I learn Kussian instead of French when I went to school. But then Mademoiselle Therry didn't know any- thing but French, how should she. How she would have looked if I had asked her to teach me Kussian. How ri- diculous, as if I ever could have supposed that I should have any use for Kussian. I never dreamed there were any Russians in our part of the world." Her mind ran on in this whimsical way, and presently she found herself smiling at her own fancies. " However, that grand old gentleman understands Eng- lish and will tell me all about it, but I must send a mes- sage to father." THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 49 A slight noise aroused her, and the old man stood before her again. "Do not fret, my child, I heard your last words as I en- tered the room. Your father knows you are safe. He was notified early this morning." " This morning ! why, how long have I been asleep ? and was it yesterday that I fell down the ravine ? " Drawing one of the curious chairs to hers, he sat beside her. " We did not discover you until about seven o'clock last evening, and you have to thank Alex here that we found you then. The instinct of these beings is wonderful," and here he laid his hand upon the dog's head which was rest- ing on his knee. He detected you and gave us no rest until we began the search. Adolph, whom you have not yet seen, has the sight of a greyhound, and the strength and courage of a panther, and soon decided that some one was lying helpless and needed prompt assistance. With- out going into wearisome details, let me say that we reached you and brought you here in an insensible condi- tion, from which you only recovered a couple of hours since." Elsie grasped the hands of the speaker fervently. "Oh, how can I thank you, you have saved my life," and here her tears flowed freely. " I fear I have been a little imprudent, my daughter ; you are weak yet from your fearful fall. You must rest quietly now and not talk any more. Everything will be well You trust me, my child, do you not ? " " With my life," she returned, raising his hand to her lips, " but do let me send word to my father. My dear father, he will be so dreadfully anxious. Can he not come and see me if I am too lame to be moved ? " And here she regarded him wistfully. " Suppose you write him a little note, telling him you 50 THE EUSSIAN KEFUGEE. are safe and doing well, but that the doctor says you can- not be moved yet." " O thank you so much, and where shall I say I am ? " adding naively, " and your name, so that he can help me thank my benefactor." " Say you are in the home of a physician who will send you to your father so soon as it is safe for you to travel." " Are you really a doctor ? and do you practice in our neighborhood ? Strange that I never heard of you. At least," she added, coloring, " I mean, I thought I knew of all the physicians round here." " I do not practise now, only for a friend occasionally. For instance, when a young lady is brought to me insensi- ble, suffering from concussion of the brain and a sprained ankle. Then I turn doctor once more. But your father can trust me, my child, for I understand the healing art thoroughly, and kind nature offers me remedies on every hand." So delicately evasive had been his replies that she had too much tact to press for information, which she saw was purposely withheld, so she quietly penned the note which, as we have seen, reached Mr. Hastings at his home. On finishing it, instead of asking for an envelope, as first in- clined, she frankly passed it to her companion, who seemed much pleased at this mark of confidence, and handed it back saying : " You will never regret confiding in me, my daughter. Read it to me if you like. There are matters which I can- not well explain now, but which you shall know in good time." So saying he held out his hand, which she warmly grasped, and then read the few lines she had traced. "Very good, your father will have this within a few hours." He was about leaving the apartment, when, observing her wistful look, he said, " Yes, my child, I promise you that THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 51 you shall know of your father's welfare soon," and left the room. She was astonished. " Why, he seems to read my thoughts. He is a wonder- ful man. This is the third time he has told me what I wished before I could frame it in words. But he is grand and noble, and I begin to love him very much. Who can he be I wonder ? " The subject of her thoughts was truly a remarkable-look- ing man in many respects. A very aged man apparently, for he had many of the signs of far-advanced life, and yet his step was elastic though slow. Of medium height and fairly nourished form, he gave some indications of having enjoyed uncommon physical power and endurance in his prime. But his superb head, before alluded to, with the abundance of snowy hair above and below, and the brilliant piercing black eyes gave him an appearance of dignity and authority rarely met with. Elsie fancied he looked like an ancient king, and his bearing and manner emphasized the thought. The full beard in man always gives the impression of power, and nothing so adds to that indefinable something we call pres- ence, like the hirsute appendage. Oh ! the degeneracy of these beardless times. Shade of Vandyke ! how would yon mourn over the race, so many of whom, denuded by art, below, and by ruthless nature above, scud along on life's ocean literally under bare poles ! Elsie did not see her host again that night, for soon after his departure with the note, Nadia and her little daughter entered with some slight refreshment, after partaking of which she was prepared for repose and left alone, with a soothing draught by her side, which she was to take in case she could not sleep. The little maiden managed to tell her in broken English, that some one would be within call in case she wanted anything during the night 52 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. Her head ached pretty badly, for the severe concussion of the brain -which she had suffered had left that organ in a very excitable condition, and the absolute quiet she now enjoyed in that great, comfortable room, with the glowing fire sending its fitful dancing light, now in one corner, and then in another, was just what she felt she required. The intense stillness was wonderful, not a sound but the crack- ling of the fire reached her, and soon slumber wrapped her senses in oblivion. What a democrat, what a leveller sleep is ! Prince and peasant alike, in slumber. Where is the distinction ? For a third of the time wealth, rank, power, have no advantage over poverty, obscurity, weakness. In the great commonwealth of slumber all enjoy equal rights. In the republic of dreams the noble and ignoble may change places, and the beggar mount the throne of power. "Was it a dream ? How oft in sleep, we ask, Can this be true ? Whilst warm imagination paints her marvels to our view, Earth's glory seems a tarnished crown, to that which we behold, When dreams enchant our sight with things whose meanest garb is gold ! " And then, the awakening from a really sound, refreshing slumber is any satisfaction on earth equal to it ? You are ready to engage the world single-handed. Giants, which, a few hours previously, presented a portentious front and made us feel proportionately humble, now appear dwarfs, or at the most, inflated monsters which a properly applied pin will cause to collapse and shrink. Problems are solved, doubts disappear, and earth seems rehabilitated under the magic touch of the enchanted wand of the nocturnal king. It was undoubtedly morning, for the glorious rays of the day god were streaming into the room, tinting with golden beauty whatever they touched. But the light seemed to come from one direction, and yet she could see no window. " What a funny house it is," she said to herself. '* Who THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 53 ever saw such a ceiling, and no windows visible ? But yet the light comes in, and sunlight too. What a delightful sleep I have had ; if this old ankle only would get well fast, I should soon be able to go home." And then she thought of the people she was with, and the evasive answers of the old man to her inquiries. "Russians, for I suppose he is a Russian too. I wonder if pa knows anything of them. Well, they are very interest- ing, and that bright-eyed little one must know more English than she lets on. I will try and find out something from her. If no better, I suppose I must learn Russian. My, what would father say if I went home talking Russian like a Cossack ? " This thought so struck her fancy that she laughed mer- rily. The truth was, Elsie was naturally fond of adventure, and now that sleep had restored in great degree her lost nervous tone, she rather enjoyed the idea of trying to solve the mystery by which she was surrounded. She was just planning how she should put her questions, so as to elicit information without giving rise to suspicion for she felt certain that there was something about these people which they did not wish her to know when the words " Slava Bogu " saluted her ears, and Nadia, followed by the demure little maiden, glided into the room. CHAPTER VI. THE "SCARECROW," AND HIS DARK LANTERN. INQUIRY at Hiram's cottage only produced the informa- tion that nothing had been seen or heard of him for two days. His wife declared this was nothing unusual, as he was frequently away on his trapping expeditions for a week at a time. She was a buxom, good-humored German, very short and stout, and an odder-looking couple could not be found on the Continent. "Plus and Minus," Mr. Hastings called them, but they seemed well adapted to each other, and lived in perfect harmony at least so the nearest neighbors said, who lived about a mile off. "Datis one wonderful man," said Mrs. Hiram ; "me tell him he never be lost. Dot man so high he not hide him- self. His head stick up somewhere." And here the good lady laughed all over, until the jubilant waves of her ample person trembled and quivered like a mountain of blanc- mange. The master of Hermitage decided to take no special step, beyond making rigid inquiry everywhere for miles round, until he saw Hiram again. " He is better than any policeman or detective, and can follow a scent with the fidelity of a sleuth-hound." Nearly every house skirting the ravine, or on its ap- proaches, was visited, but nothing heard of the missing girl. "This anxiety is really wearing on my nerves," exclaimed Mrs. St. Johns, on the evening of the fifth day since the acci- dent. " Really, my dear Mr. Hastings, something ought to be done. Do, I beg of you, be guided by my husband. He THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 65 is a legal man, you are aware, and knows all about such mat- ters. Angle is quite losing her color, grieving in secret for her lovely friend." "We all miss her so much. I had a thousand questions I wanted to ask her, and so many places she promised to show me. I know those horrid people are keeping her against her will." And here the tears came into Angie's lovely eyes, adding, as she well knew, to her charms. Mr. Hastings looked distressed. " I would not have had this take place for anything I could name, and just at your visit too, dear friends, but my hands are practically tied. I am assured that my child is alive and probably well, apart from the injury to her foot. That she is now also domiciled within a few miles of this house, I am satisfied too ; but that is the extent of my knowledge, and all inquiry has proved futile. My only hope of near so- lution of this problem lies in Hiram, whose appearance I am anxiously expecting." "But, Kuskin, surely you can suggest something? Oh, how we all suffer. My heart bleeds for you, my dear friend," turning to her host. " I know well what a parent's anx- ieties are," and here the handkerchief did duty. " Indeed, Selia," returned her husband, "Mr. Hastings and I have gone over the ground so thoroughly, and sifted ever}' proposed theory or expedient so completely, that I confess I am fast coming to his belief, that the trapper is our best hope." " But, pa," interrupted his son, " surely a New York de- tective, one of the Bow Street stripe, for instance, would be of more service than a common ah peasant." " Detectives are all very good in their way, but, as Mr. Hastings says, if we bring a detective here, he will, not knowing the ground, have to employ some such person as this Hiram to really do the work. However, we still have the alternative of a detective as a final resort." 56 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. " But, father, it is truly awful to think of a beautiful and refined young lady having to sleep a single night in one of those huts, and on a straw bed, perhaps. Why, it makes nay blood run cold to think of the outrage." And here Roland looked so ludicrously pugnacious, that his sister Alfare.na laughed, and remarked : " Sleeping in one of those cottages is not so very bad, surely. I think I should like it. It would be quite an ad- venture, and I know Elsie won't mind that part of it so much." Roland tossed his head loftily, saying, "Young ladies don't know anything about such things. They think it very romantic. I've seen something of that life, and I know the difference." " Yes, one night in a fisherman's cottage. What an im- mense experience," said the young lady, provokingly. " Mr. Hastings, you must know that Roland and some of his col- lege friends went out on a boating trip last summer, and were driven by ' stress of weather ' that is the phrase, isn't it, Roland ? " smiling at the youth mischievously " to take refuge for the night in a deserted fisherman's hut. I ex- pect they suffered enough, poor fellows, for next day Roland came home blistered with the sun and reaUy half sick. But ever since his lordship uses this adventure to overawe us girls with his large experience." " Well," said the host, smiling genially, " the cottage life will have no terrors for Elsie, for she has spent many a night in one." Adding, with a wistful look : "However, I wish for all reasons she was home, and she will be so distressed to miss even a part of your visit." About 8 P.M., that evening, Mr. Hastings was summoned from the parlor where he was sitting with his guests, to see a stranger who had been shown into the library. The vis- itor proved to be the long-expected Hiram, who had re- quested the servant not to mention who he was to her mas- THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 57 ter. The gentleman was much gratified at seeing the tall form of the trapper as he rose to greet him. " Why Hiram, my man, I was afraid some mountain cat bigger than common, had devoured you." " Take a pretty big cat to fix Hiram, friend Alf," said the mountaineer, grimly. " But hev you heard anything of Miss Elsie ? " " Good Heavens ! why, I thought you had come to tell me something about her yourself. Here we have been waiting for you all this time, and now you ask me such a question as that ! " The woodsman worked his long fingers together, crack- ing the joints nervously, and with a report like a small pis- tol ; and then, looking askance at his companion, blurted out: "I guess she's well, friend Alf, I guess she's well." " I hope she is, indeed," returned the father, smiling in spite of his annoyance ; "but where is she ? Come, Hiram, my good fellow, you know how naturally anxious I am. Come, sit down and tell me all about it." Hiram sat down mechanically, and looked straight at a hunting picture on the wall. " Thet's a peart pictur, but the dug ain't right. Dugs doan't run straight like that un." At any other time Mr. Hastings would have enjoyed bringing out his guest's criticisms, which were quaint and shrewdly correct ; but now his anxiety to know about his child almost rose to fever heat. " Let the picture alone for the present, Hiram, and go on with your story. So you found Elsie ? " Hiram looked still at the picture, but did not seem to have heard the remark. " Tears to me, friend Alf, them keows ain't quite nat- teril, but it's a prime pictur, friend Alf." Mr. Hastings curbed his eagerness, feeling satisfied that 58 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. his strange companion would not be driven or coaxed to say anything he did not wish, and that what he came to say would be said in his own time and way. So, humoring the trapper, he began talking about the picture, and en- couraged the rustic critic to give his opinions on art. Hiram was such a true student of nature, in all her moods, that his ideas, crude as they were, were pithy and graphic ; but his hearer well knew this was only side-play, and was not surprised, though greatly relieved, when his strange visitor, looking him full in the face, said : "Friend Alf, did ee ever carry a dark lantern on the meountains at night, and kipped the dark side out ? " " I have certainly, Hiram, but what of it ? " " Wall," said Hiram, rising slowly from the chair, " I be carrying the lantern naow, an' I hev ter keep the dark side to thee, friend Alf. Elsie's well, I've seed her and talked wi' her, bless her, an' she sent yer this. Durn my butes. I'd most forgotten." So saying, Hiram handed to his outwardly calm, but inwardly eager and excited, listener, a piece of folded paper which had a variegated appearance from contact with its soiled hiding-place. "Good-by, friend Alf. Mebbe I'll see ee again purty soon." " Stop, stop, Hiram, you must have some supper before you go ; besides, you have told me nothing about Elsie yet. Come, sit down and tell me all about it." Hiram looked wistfully, but cunningly, at the gentle- man, as if in some doubt ; then said, steadily, but with a certain huskiness in his voice which his hearer quickly de- tected : " Mebbe, friend Alf, tother side of the lantern '11 be to thee next time. Mebbe not." At this moment there was a tap at the door and a voice said, as it opened a little : THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 59 /" " May I speak with you a moment, Mr. Hastings ? " "Certainly, Mrs. St. Johns," said the host, as he stepped into the hall. " I'll be back in a minute, Hiram, make your- self comfortable." " Oh, my dear friend, I heard from the girl that horrid man was with you, and I could not rest. Pardormez-moi, but my mother-heart yearned to hear news of the dear child. Have you heard anything ? " " Yes, here is a note telling me she is much better, and that she hopes to be able to walk in a few days." "But surely she says where she is, and urges you to come and see her, and I will go with you, and the girls, and Roland ; how delightful it will be." "My dear madam, Hiram will not tell where she is, though confessing to have seen her, and her note says only what I have told you." " Eefuses to tell what he knows ! The ingrate ! the mon- ster ! Let me see him ! I will get the truth out of him. "Women know how to deal with men. Please let me go in?" And without waiting for yes or no, the lady led the way into the room, followed by the rather annoyed Mr. Hast- ings, who, conscious of the woodman's peculiar and ob- stinate character, expected rather evil than good from the interview. " Hiram, that is your name, is it not ? " said the lady, putting on her most gracious but dignified manner. The trapper, who had risen on her entrance, stood in all his sub- lime lankiness, twirling his hat, like a furry benediction about to fall on a penitent, far above her head. " Hiram, mem, some folks calls me," replied the trapper, looking down on the imperious little woman beneath him. " Well, Hiram, sit down. I want to talk with you." Hiram dropped into his chair with military promptness, the lady also seating herself, but the relative disproportion 60 THE KUSSLAN EEFUGEE. in height remained about the same as before, only now the picture suggested one of the sitting kings of Africa re- ceiving a visitor of some importance, who, by special per- mission, was allowed a seat. The trapper's dress and general make up toute ensemble, as the good lady after- ward phrased it was remarkable, and such as might have suited barbaric notions of splendor. For on this occasion he wore a fox-skin coat trimmed with faded crimson, and a pair of very ancient hunting boots. His cap was of raccoon, peaked in shape, with a large, red, woollen bah 1 on the peak. His coal-black locks, streaming over the marvel- lous length of head and neck, coupled with the grotesque smile, meant to be at the same time respectful and reassur- ing to his interviewer, made him certainly imposing. " I am so glad you have seen Miss Hastings, and that she is well, and so anxious to see her father ; and so we are going to make up a party and go to-morrow and spend the day with her, and we want you to go with us, Hiram, as you know the road best." The trapper smiled with great superficial length, breadth, and benignity upon the voluble speaker, but remained at- tentively silent. " I should judge from Miss Elsie's letter to her father, that the gentleman she is staying with, Mr. Mi\ what is his name, Hiram, I've forgotten it ? So stupid of me, too." " So hev I, mem," returned the woodsman, with auda- cious mendacity ; " very stoopid of me too, but mebbe it's in the letter." Mrs. St. Johns raised her eyebrows. " Such singular impertinence," she said to herself. " I must pursue a different plan with this creature." So, with her most impressive tones and looks, such as she generally found effectual in overawing her servants : " Hiram, I want no nonsense. I insist insist, remem- ber," and here she held up the forefinger of the left hand THE RUSSIAN KEFUGEE. 61 significantly toward him " that you tell me at once the name of the gentleman and the place where Miss Elsie is staying." The mountaineer's countenance assumed a comically alarmed appearance. " Yer said yer'd forgotten the name, mem mebbe yer'll 'member it after awhile, an' then yer kin hev the picnic." " This is intolerable," said the indignant lady. " Really, Mr. Hastings, we shall be compelled to use harsher meas- ures with this this person." " Do you know, my good man, that you can be arrested and imprisoned for refusing to tell where Miss Hastings is detained. You can be put in the State's prison for ab- duction" and she emphasized the word, looking keenly at the curious visage, looming above with its merry, twinkling eyes, and half-respectful, half-obstinate expression. " Mebbe I kin, mem ; haow long do yer recken it'd be, inem ? " and here he looked down on her proud, vexed face with an appearance of eager curiosity, and profound faith in what she was about to answer. "For your lifetime as long as you shall live," she said, solemnly, delighted to think that perhaps he was yielding. " Thet's a long time, mem a big while. "Wall, I be ris- ing fifty, an' I recken, mebbe, if some darned critter or suthin' don't get hold of me, mebbe I'll live to be ninety or mebbe a hunderd. Grand'ther lived to a hunderd, and t'other grand'ther rising, suthing like ninety. Recken, Hiram, yer hit ninety," as if making the calculation with himself. "So, mem, mebbe I'll hev to be 'prisoned for forty year. Yer'll let Gretchen live with me, won't yer ? " His face wore such an expression of simple candor, that although she could not think the reply was sarcastic, yet she felt uncomfortable in the presence of this rustic, and impelled to change her position of attack and coercion to one more conciliatory. 62 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. " I know how fond you are of Elsie," she said, dropping the JMiss with an inward protest, but yet wishing to gain his confidence, and in some way, fair or foul, touch the heart of this savage, " and Mr. Hastings has the greatest faith in your honesty and fidelity, and I am sure you would not wish to keep father and daughter apart. You know they have never been separated, and it is very cruel. I didn't think you could do it ; " and here the elegant cambric went gracefully to one eye, its fellow meanwhile watching the effect of the dramatic attempt. Poor Hiram looked bewildered. He seemed visibly touched when she spoke of the faith of the father and daughter in him, but the climax of the appeal was too much. He sprang from his chair as if electrified and looked into the distance as if he saw a " critter" ready to pounce upon him. "Darn my butes," and then he stopped suddenly with a guilty look, and stammered, " I mean durn. Wall, mem, you know how I love Miss Elsie, and friend Alf, and Hugo and Ponto, and everything belonging to her. And dang me if I wouldn't fit two weights of her in cats to keep her right ; but mem," and here the honest fellow's voice became tremulous, " Hiram niver telled a lie, an' I hev giv the word to the old man." Here he turned saying, " Me an' Gretchen'll be ready for the prison, mem. Ef you wants Hiram, friend Alf, thee knows where he hangs up." And the trapper's tall form flashed out of the room. Mr. Hastings laughed heartily : " A rustic philosopher. I really thought at one moment there, that you had con- quered, but I ought to have known better." " I really think the brute was laughing at me about the prison," returned the lady, looking considerably chagrined at her signal failure. "Well, we got something from him at any rate. It's an old man who has Elsie in charge. I was really afraid that there might be a young one in the case." THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 63 The gentleman looked annoyed. " You do not think, Mrs. St. Johns, that Elsie has been deceiving me in the past, and that this present episode is merely a ruse. If so, you do not know my child." " Oh no, my dear sir ; but you know young women at her age have fancies, and do not tell everything to their parents. Even my dear girls do not tell me quite all. At least," she added, as if having admitted too much, "I sometimes fancy so." Mr. St. Johns entered here, and was informed of the in- terview with the trapper. " He would be an ugly witness on the stand. You can do very little with such men. However, this letter is proof positive that he knows all about it, and that Miss Elsie is safe." "I can see she writes under restrictions, and not in the full, free, frank way that she always has written to me when temporarily away from home," said Mr. Hastings. " There is some mystery here, and although I have faith in Hiram, and feel satisfied that in some way or other his hands have been tied too, yet I don't like the thought of any one pre- suming to hold such control over my child even if she may be under obligations to them." The gentleman spoke with more warmth than was his wont, probably under the irri- tation of Mrs. St. Johns' insinuations that Elsie herself might be partly in fault. An only child, and that child a daughter, the representative of an idolized wife, his com- panion, and, as he often told himself, the best part of his life how could he for a moment suppose that she could in any way deceive him. Mrs. St. Johns' remarks had jarred his already on account of the recent occurrence acutely sensitive nervous system, and he felt and showed an im- patience which was foreign to his usually placid and self-contained nature. Acting under the impulse of his present mood, Mr. Hastings listened to his friend so far as 64 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. to offer a liberal reward to the officers from tlie neighbor- ing town, who were already tiying to ferret out some clue to the robber of the desk, if they should succeed in bringing him any information relative to Elsie's place of detention. " Mark you, I do not authorize you to take any steps in case of your finding my daughter. There may be good reason for this reticence, and I would not willingly wrong those who have certainly befriended her, and, for aught I know, saved her life. I only ask you to discover her where- abouts and inform me." The officers, prompted by Mrs. St. Johns, urged that au- thority should be given them to bring the young lady home in case she were willing ; but Mr. Hastings was obstinate on the point, having a latent belief that his daughter was actu- ated by proper motives in concealing her residence, and that there might be no coercion about it. The two constables felt certain that, with their minute knowledge of the country, they would soon be able to claim the reward, and departed in high spirits. CHAPTER Vtt "OH! BRAVE NEW WORLD, THAT HAS SUCH PEOPLE EN'T." " SIAVA BOGU," said Elsie to herself, as Nadia and her daughter entered. ' ' I suppose that means good-day or good- iroming, or something of the kind, so she responded smil- ingly, " Slava Bogu." The two Russians looked surprised and pleased together, and exchanged smiling glances with each other. She by no means felt satisfied that she had put the right meaning into the words ; but, at any rate, it had been an attempt at a conversation in their own tongue, and that was something. In a very brief time her morning toilet was accomplished, and she in the big easy-chair by the glowing fire. In a few moments a nicely served and cooked breakfast came in, two of the dishes being entirely new to her, but of pleasant taste, especially one of them, a sort of delicate pastry, which looked very foreign to her, and proved on tasting it to be savor} 7 , instead of sweet, as she had sus- pected. Sophia waited on her assiduously, and seemed de- lighted to keep her well attended to. Seizing the child's hand as she stood near her she said, " Now, Sophia, tell me something about yourself. How old are you ? " The little maiden shook her head at first, and then her countenance brightened, and she answered, in her faltering English, " Of twelve years." Encouraged by this success she ventured next, "And were you born here?" But now she failed, for the child did not or would not un- derstand her. So she looked around the room and then 5 66 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. said inquiringly, " What is the name name of this place ? " 'Home," was the response, in the most smiling, unaffected way possible. It was no evasion, Elsie felt, it was the child's home, and perhaps she had no other word for it. Alex, the hound, here strolled leisurely in to pay his morning respects to the guest, and gave at once a topic for conversation, in which Russian and English were comically mixed. How- ever, each learned some words of the other's language and felt well satisfied. When, a short time after, Alex's master entered the room he found his patient looking very bright and happy. "And how is the dear child this morning? "he said, kindly, laying his hand on her head. " You have slept well, I see, and feel well, I ti*ust ? " Elsie assured him she never felt better in her life, and inquired eagerly when she would be fit to travel. "Are you so weary of us already? I hope Nadia and Sophia have done their duty by you? " " Weary ! oh, no ; but I am naturally anxious about home. Remember, or perhaps you do not know, I am an only child, and have never been long away from home before." " But you have not been long away. This is only the third day, and your father knows you are safe." "Ah, if he really knew where I am he would be satisfied ; but he does not know," she said, looking at him timidly. " But, my daughter, your father will not be very sad, not so sad as you think, for he trusts his child, and your letter would comfort him even if it did not tell him all. Mr. Hastings is a good man, and good men do not indulge idle fears." "Do not think I am ungrateful for an instant, and Nadia and Sophia have been so kind, and I will try to be quite contented as long as you think it necessary for me to stay in your house. But I feel as if I was casting the burden of my helpless condition upon strangers, which I have no THE RUSSIAN EEFUGEE. 67 right to do. How can I ever repay you for your kind care of rne ?" He looked at her with those piercing eyes, as if to read her sincerity, as written on the inner tablets of the soul, and then, apparently satisfied, replied : " Kindness when it comes from the heart can only be repaid in one coin kindness. If you think I have been helpful to you, be helpful to some one else. Be kind to some brother or sister of the great human family of which we form a part. All the great prophets of the race have taught this." In the mixed glow of the sunlight and firelight, he looked indeed like one of the prophet^ he spoke of, and his words came to her like the words of inspiration. Both remained silent a moment and then he resumed cheerfully, " Yet I am forgetting how naturally curious you must be to know something about us. It has been a great trial to be so un- expectedly thrown among strangers, and such peculiar strangers, too. It has, I regret to say, been necessary to be reticent to you, but some things I can tell you, and I will trust to your honor that you will hold my confidence sacred until I tell you to speak. I ask no promise," seeing she was about to reply, " I simply trust you." She pressed his hand. It was a tacit compact, but binding on a nature like Elsie's like ten thousand oaths. " You may have certain suspicions while here, but you will not put those suspicions in words. First, then, what sort of a house have you got into? I know you must have wondered at the curious ceiling or roof, and the absence of windows, and the singular way in which the sunlight comes in to greet us this morning." She smiled assent and acknowledged that it had puzzled her very much, and internally felt just a little compunctious that she had tried indirectly to obtain information from the little maiden, which he had intended to give her when he thought best. He smiled so pleasantly 68 THE EUSSIAN KEFUGEE. and intelligently at her as this came to her mind, that she felt certain that he read her thought, and colored under his gaze. "You need not feel ashamed, my dear," he said quietly, "it was very natural, the instinct of self-preservation, to try and know your surroundings. You shall see where you are." Here, clapping his hands together, Nadia glided into the room, and at a word from the Patriarch, for this was the name Elsie mentally gave him, drew out a slight basket chair on easy running wheels, from behind a curtain. The guest was quickly and easily transferred to this, and the old man leading the way, was pushed by Nadia in the direction from which the sunlight came. In a moment she found herself in another room, or rather it was a continua- tion of the same room only much wider and higher, open- ing like a huge funnel, from the narrow end which termin- ated the apartment she" had quitted, to the larger end which seemed lost in sky and foliage. " What an immense window," she involuntarily exclaimed. The leader smiled. " Yes, my daughter, a window framed and glazed by the Divine Architect, who likewise built the house. See " and the chair suddenly stopped in the centre of the " win- dow " which she now perceived had neither frame nor glass, and a vast ravine spread out before the startled vision of the maiden. Her amazed eyes looked down hundreds of feet below, for she saw she was on the very edge of a precipice. Shrinking back in the chair, she looked up at the smiling face of her companion with wonder and awe depicted in every feature of her expressive countenance. " Be not alarmed, my daughter, the floor on which you rest is the eternal rock on which the world is framed. Look abroad, grandeur and beauty are there. With your young eyes you ought to be able to see much that es- capes my dimmer vision." Her glance passed through the mighty crevasse with its innumerable trees and stupen- THE RUSSIAN EEFUGEE. 69 dous piles of rock and cliff, on, on, until it rested on the tall mountains, miles and miles away, and one peak proudly appeared above them all, bathed in the morning sunshine. As she gazed a sudden glance of recognition came over her face, she bent forward coloring with eagerness. " Surely not, but yet it is, it is, Big Ben. I cannot be mistaken ? " she turned questioningly to the patriarch. His smile reassured her. " Oh, how glorious ! that point and that huge tree they come back as in a dream, so like and yet so unlike ; everything seems turned round, and yet this must be the Big Ravine." "It is the ravine, but I hardly thought you would recog- nize it so quickly, seeing it from a new standpoint." After a moment's silence he said, " You must not tire your- self, suppose we go in ?" She begged for another look, and again feasted her eyes on the splendid panorama. " Oh, thank you, what a treat, now I feel at home, but, but," and here a puzzled look was turned on him, as she glanced above and below curiously. " Where are we liv- ing ? What sort of a funny house is this ? It seems built in the wall or on the very edge of the ravine ? " He laughed quietly at her seeming perplexity. "Yes, it is built in the wall of the ravine, a building planned by a wonderful Architect, and erected by a Builder whose foundations are sure. My child," taking her hands paternally in his and looking at her fixedly, but with that tender, winning smile which had already won her perfect confidence, "You are living in a cave !" Although in a sense half prepared for this announcement, yet Elsie was profoundly astonished. " In a cave ! " she exclaimed, " and so near the ravine and I never heard of it. And is it large ? Oh, how delight- ful it will be to explore it," she went on, as she was being wheeled back to the inner room. 70 THE RUSSIAN EEFUGEE. " Yes, mjk clear, it is very large and very curious, and as soon as possible you shall see as much as is safe to explore. Is this your first visit to an underground house ? " " Yes, indeed, I have often heard of them, but never saw one before. And have you lived here long ? " "Longer than you could suppose. This has been my home over fifty years." "Fifty years," she echoed, involuntarily. "Why, that has been nearly all your life ? " "No, little one," he said, with a tinge of sadness, almost of tiredness, in his voice ; "I am very old, much older than you think." His eyes closed, and he seemed to be communing with himself, and with the closure of those magnetic eyes she noticed that his face did look very aged, although fresh and healthy. Then brightening up and resuming : " Pardon me, my young friend, but your questions threw me back into other days. I was thinking of the past. Old men must be allowed that privilege occasionally. It be- longs to bright youth to live entirely in the present. But old age need not be pensive or gloomy even if it does claim the prerogative of wandering into half-forgotten fields now and then." " Oh, I never could imagine you to be either sad or gloomy for a moment. Indeed, fits of contemplation and reverie come over me frequently. So they don't belong to any age exclusively." " Was it in one of those fits of abstraction that you fell over the cliff? " he asked, with a mischievous glance. "No, indeed," and then she related all the incidents connected with her accident, up to the time of losing con- sciousness. He listened attentively and sympathetically until she concluded, only putting an occasional question to help the narrative. " My dear child," he said, impressively ; " how thankful I THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 71 feel that our attention was drawn to you so early, for there have been some ferocious looking wild cats seen in the ravine from time to time, and your peril would have been great indeed if one of them had scented you while lying insensible." She paled a little at the words, and slightly shuddered, then turned to him and said : "Please tell me now how you came to save me, and who helped you ? Believe me, I am not ungrateful, whatever I may seem," and here the emotion which she strove bravely to control showed itself by the tears which wetted her cheeks. " You have not yet recovered your normal strength, my child, but after you have dined, if you still feel well and so desire, I will relate what you ask." So saying he pressed her hand gently and left the room. Sophia came in shortly after, evidently sent to keep her company, indeed the little Kussian intimated as much, and they spent a pleasant hour trying to impart their re- spective languages to each other. Elsie found the pro- nunciation of the Slavonian tongue easier than she had hoped, but yet she almost despaired of ever conquering some of the sounds which the young girl rattled off so glibly. No such trouble was experienced on the other side, for the child could give almost any English sound at the first at- tempt, and showed marked linguistic ability. It was de- lightful work, and Nadia summoned her daughter to carry in the patient's lunch before they were aware that the hour of noon had arrived. "So we are living in a cavern, Sophia ? " said Elsie, pointing to the roof. " Were you born here ? " The girl laughed gleefully, but the answer in Russian was not intelligible. "What an adventure to be sure, living in a cave like the early men I used to read of in the library. Let me see, 72 THE RUSSIAN KEFUGEE. they were called the Cave dwellers, yes that was it. I won- der if the Patriarch is one of them, he looks nearly old enough. But he is a dear, good man, and I am growing quite fond of him. Those curious looking formations hang- ing from the roof must be the stalagmites I have read of, or stalagtites, which is it I wonder ? I must ask my Patri- arch doctor. Now, foot, you must get well, so that I can explore these subterranean rooms. What fun it will be. How I wish father could be with me, but no, I dare not ask." And she seemed to remember the peculiar look she received when she asked that her father be permitted to come and see her before. All this was uttered aloud in a sort of half soliloquy during her dinner, the little maiden flitting to and fro, delighted with the privilege of serving her, and smiling response to her talk, as if she knew every word she was saying. When the host of the cave mansion made his next visit to his guest and patient, he pronounced the foot so much better that she was allowed to put it down a few minutes at a time when she felt inclined. " You are so strong and vigorous, my dear, that you soon regain lost power, but we will go to the mouth of the cave where you were this morning as the afternoon is pleasant, and wrapped in this fox robe you will take no cold." So she was conveyed as before to the point of view she had occupied in the morning. "Do you see diagonally across the ravine southeast from us, the big flat rock you call ' Table Kock ? ' " " Oh, yes, I do see it plainly, why that is where I fell from, or rather from a point about twenty feet below." "Yes, that is correct, and I will now try and explain to you how I came to have you for my welcome guest and pa- tient. On that afternoon Alex, our dog, that you saw yes- terday, was prowling along the edge of the ravine here, for he is wonderfully sure-footed and makes his way deep down THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 73 into the depth by a pathway of his own. On this occasion he was attracted evidently by the landslide which carried you down. He has singularly keen sight and hearing, and he became very much excited. No doubt the dog supposed it was some large animal making the disturbance. How- ever, he made so much noise and seemed so terribly in earn- est that I told Adolph to take the field-glass, a very ppwer- ful one which I brought from St. Petersburg with me, and proceed to what we call the observatory, from which we can see the greater part of the ravine and the glen beyond. He returned in about half an hour and reported that there had been a slide, and that he could plainly distinguish a human figure, he thought a woman, lying in the broken mass of earth and trees. Having full confidence in his good judgment and visual power, for he has the unerring sight of a mountaineer for long distances, I resolved to make the attempt at rescue. It was a dangerous and difficult un- dertaking. Of course "we might have gone round and reached you from the other side of the ravine, or we might have roused the people near and secured assistance. But we are peculiarly situated here, as no doubt you begin to understand, and neither of these plans would have been feasible to render the immediate assistance which one pos- sibly seriously injured might require. Besides, I am too old to have accompanied Adolph, and he could not have acted alone. Only two hours of daylight remained to us and something must be done at once. You know the ra- vine narrows opposite the table rock so that it is not more than two or three hundred feet across. Yet at that point is the deepest part of the entire gorge. Now, some years ago when Adolph used to be out hunting and trapping on the other side of the ravine, he would at close of day find himself compelled to walk five or six miles heavily burdened with game, while his home was only about a stone's throw directly across the ravine. To find some way of bridging 74 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. the chasm was the problem, and finally together we solved it. I had spent two years among the Swiss mountaineers, after leaving my native country and before coming to this con- tinent, and had often observed them in their ingenious de- vices for crossing crevasses and chasms. "Without wearying you with details which might not be interesting, I will say that we constructed a wire cable reaching from one side of the Big Ravine at the narrow part to the other. The end on the far side being higher than the one on this. From this cable a strong basket was made to run suspended, and so Adolph is able to go back and forward as suits him. Of course none but a mountaineer or a sailor could attempt it, but he has been both and has no fear. It was by this road that we determined to fetch you, not knowing as yet who you were, only conscious that a feUow-being needed instant help. It was decided that Adolph and Nadia should go over together, and I was to give the help needed in assist- ing you up here." Elsie had listened with almost breathless attention, only showing her intense interest by frequent starts and alter- nate flushing and paling, but here she could restrain herself no longer. " Oh, surely," she said, bursting into tears and laying a hand upon the arm of the narrator ; " surely Nadia did not make such a dreadful trip. How could she ? " " Eussian women of Nadia's blood fear nothing," said the old man, proudly. "Besides she is remarkably strong and active. When you hear more of her life and what she has been through, this will seem a mere nothing. But we had better go to the fire as it is becoming chilly." When comfortably seated by the fire the exciting narra- tive was resumed. "Some time Nadia or Adolph may tell you how they managed to sling you, wrapped in a bear skin, from the point where they found you lying motionless, to the place THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 75 some sixty feet below, leading by a path to the basket. It was hard work, but they did it and did it bravely and well, as your living presence here to-night testifies. On this side we had to raise you up about one hundred feet, but we have been doing it for Adolph for the past five years once or twice a week during the season, so it was soon accom- plished. Sophia and I attended to that. I need not tell you how astonished and gratified I was to find I had been instrumental, under the Divine guidance, in rescuing the daughter of Mr. Hastings, of The Hermitage, for whom I have a profound respect." " What a grateful girl I ought to be for such courage and kindness. I must thank Nadia and the other kind brave friend. When may I do so ? " "Nadia and I are thanked already by the pleasure of having you with us, and Adolph will be happy to pay his respects to you to-morrow, perhaps. But you have had excitement enough for one day and so I will say good- night," and giving her his hand with all the innate good- ness and geniality of his nature beaming from the vener- able face, he left the room. Elsie was so excited by the story of her rescue that she could scarcely taste the delicate little supper which Sophia brought in, greatly to that young woman's annoyance, who manifested her vexation by making use of a number of frightfully long words in the language which Elsie was be- ginning to like very much indeed. Liking a language not our mother tongue consists largely in liking the people who first use it in our hearing. At least this is a not in- frequent experience. Before the time for retiring arrived, when Elsie knew that Nadia would appear, she could not resist the temptation to send for her so as to thank her for her courage and kindness in the rescue. They understood each other although very little intelligi- ble language passed between them. Elsie acted the whole 76 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. thing out in pantomime and ended by kissing her warmly, and Sophia too, greatly to that little lady's delight, who kept up a chatter in the expressive vernacular of her mother's land. The one thought now with Elsie was to see and tell her father all that had happened to her and to find out the under history of her benefactors, and try to reward them in some way. But sandwiched between these thoughts another would obtrude itself, and appear and reappear in the rath'er mixed dreams which came to her when she did finally fall asleep. It was the imaginary face and form of the hero who had dared so much for her. Adolph, who and what was he, and what relation did he bear to Nadia, and Sophia, and the Patriarch ? This hero did trouble her sleep and appear in a score of facial contortions through the visions of the night. CHAPTER VEI. SUNSHINE AGAIN. " HERE you are, Mrs. St. Johns. I have been looking for you everywhere. Here is a letter from my nephew in London, and he desires to be kindly remembered to you, as I had told him in a former letter that you would probably be with us about this time." " He is very thoughtful to remember us amid all the dis- tractions of London life. How is he getting on ? " " He writes very cheerfully, and alludes jocularly to another adventure he has had at the Thompson's Villa, some twenty miles or so out of the city." "An adventure, how delightful, do tell us about it, Mr. Hastings," said the elder Miss St. Johns, gaily. "If it is not a family secret," remarked Alfarina. " Of course I meant that, Alf," returned the elder, slightly piqued. " Mr. Hastings understood me, I am sure." " Certainly, and there are no secrets, I assure you," and here the gentleman gave a graphic description of the inci- dent as narrated in the letter. It appeared that on a recent occasion, while spending a few days at the Yews Villa, Seaman had accompanied Miss Thompson on a walking ex- cursion, and that while returning somewhat belated, cross- ing a piece of lonely common or moor, they had been accosted by a couple of sturdy tramps demanding alms. This being refused, one of the fellows addressed a rude ob- servation to the young lady, and was promptly knocked down by her companion. The two roughs, who were armed 78 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. with cudgels, then attacked him, and " for a brief season," to use his expression, " the air was merry with strife." Fortunately the American carried a trusty bit of blackthorn, and was an expert in handling it, being familiar with broadsword exercise. Yet it was doubtful how the affair might have ended, the assailants being stout and active, had not Miss Thompson, at first an affrighted spectator of the fray, promptly retreated to a near heap of broken stones, and thence directed such a vigorous fire upon the enemy, and with such skilful aim, that the diversion enabled Sea- man to " put in a few blows where they would do the most good," and the scamps took to flight. " Hurrah for the English pluck, British blood tells. That's the girl for me," said Roland, strutting up and down the room airily, as if he owned a large quantity of the afore- said fluid, and could in right of such ownership do doughty deeds if called on. Alfarina, who never lost an opportun- ity of " taking the young man down a peg," as she would express it, spite of maternal remonstrances, exclaimed : " Why, Roland, you've forgotten it was Miss Thompson, and not you, that did the fighting." " That makes no difference, Miss Saucebox. We come of English stock, and I feel the fire in my veins." " But, my dear Mr. Hastings, how could a young lady do such a thing ? I'm very sure I should have fainted. It was a dreadful thing to have to do," and here the lady shud- dered tragically. " Really, Mrs. St. Johns, you must excuse me, but I saw you face a pretty savage-looking foe some days since in this very room and you showed no signs of fainting." The lady colored, whether with annoyance or pleasure her host could not determine, and replied quietly : " Ah, yes. I can talk to such people, but I really could never fight them. I wouldn't even think of such a thing." " Not with Hiram, I hope," said Mi 1 . Hastings, and here THE RUSSIAN EEFUGEE. 79 the idea of this delicately-reared woman, who for all avail- able purposes of life, was one of the most helpless of her sex, engaged in single combat with such a specimen of the race as the Giraffe, almost overcame the gentleman's gravity and politeness at the same time. " Still we must all allow that the English girl did the very best thing under the circumstances," quietly insinuated Alfarina, " for if she had not helped, and so turned the tide of battle, it might have been very bad for them both." " True, Alf," said her father, who just entered, but had read the letter earlier, " fainting would be a dangerous thing under such conditions." " I agree with you, father, and it was very plucky of them both. What a rare couple they would make if things should turn that way." " There, now, Roland, weaving one of your romances already. I should think Dr. Seaman would prefer a more delicate I mean a more refined lady for his wife," saying which the young lady turned toward the window, with a tell-tale color suffusing her face, followed by the mischiev- ous looks of her sister Alfarina, who slyly and meaningly remarked : " Yes, Angie, and you and I know the young lady who would just suit, don't we, dear ? " All smiled, and Roland laughed heartily. " See what you get for attacking your brother, Angie. Just serves you right." "Where is Dr. Seaman now, Mr. Hastings ? You say they caught those two scoundrels ? " interposed the mother, fear- ful that under the vexation of the moment her favorite child might say something not quite refined. " He is at his studies again in London, and says he shall probably return to this country in a month or six weeks. Yes, the assailants are locked up, waiting the meeting of the assizes, so I suppose Seaman must remain for that anyway." 80 THE EUSSIAN REFUGEE. " So the constables are rather disheartened in their search for Elsie, and are no wiser as to her locality than they were two weeks ago ? " inquiringly remarked Mr. St. Johns. " Oh, they go so far as to declare that she is not in this part of the country at all, in spite of the glaring fact that four communications have been received from her." " And that long-limbed hunter " here the wife glanced at her husband approvingly ; to have said long-legged would have been unpardonable in her eyes "is as dumb as an oyster, and yet evidently knows all about it ? " " True, and that is the most singular thing concerning it, for I know Hiram would almost give his best rifle, ' Squeak- ing Jim,' as he whimsically names it, to bring her home to me again, and yet he seems as helpless as any of us. Never- theless I know she is safe or the honest fellow wouldn't look as cheerful as he does. Goodness gracious ! There they are now," and dashing forward, forgetful of his usual equanimity, Mr. Hastings opened wide the door-window leading into the lawn, and was clasping his child in a fond embrace before the startled observers had recovered from their surprise. " No ghosts this time, but real flesh and blood," said the radiant parent, as he led the restored one into the room, where all crowded forward to welcome her. " Ghosts ! " said Elsie, after salutations on all sides had been given and received, even the servants coming up in a body, to shake hands with their young mistress, and wel- come her home again ; " why, who has seen any ghosts ? " " Several persons have declared solemnly to having seen you wandering about the grounds lately by moonlight," answered Koland, looking at her with undisguised admira- tion. " I wish it had been my good fortune, but no such luck, though I have searched the whole country for you." "How kind of you to remember a delinquent so well, THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 81 and take so much trouble. I am afraid I have caused you all an immense amount of trouble and anxiety, and that has greatly distressed me, but I really could not help it," and here she looked from one to another with tears in her eyes. " And father all alone without his housekeeper to entertain his friends." " Everything has been admirable, my dear, only our sorrow for your absence ; it did seem as if we could hardly bear it. How well you are looking," and here Mrs. St. Johns kissed her again with almost a motherly fondness. "How good it is to be home again. Have you had tea yet?" 'It must be on the table now; but where is Hiram? I certainly saw him with you before I opened the window." "Yes, father, the faithful fellow saw me safely home, but I fear he has left for his house." Such seemed to be the case, for search and inquiry failed to produce the Giraffe. The joy of the household was com- plete, for not only was a cloud of anxiety removed, but the sunlight of a bright, healthy nature was restored to the mansion ; and the singular experience of Elsie furnished an inexhaustible subject for conversation. Of course, she was subjected to a small battery of questions, which it required all her ingenuity to answer without giving offense on the one hand, or breaking faith on the other. The parting words of the old patriarch yet rang in her ears : " My child, I exact no promises, I simply trust you. We are unknown to the world ; let us remain so. When the ne- cessity for this isolation ceases to exist, I will inform you, and you can speak freely." When they were snugly seated at tea, the attack was be- gun by Mrs. St. Johns, who, indeed, had put one or two questions before, which had been simply avoided by Elsie, but now directly asked, " Where have you been living, Elsie ; we are all dying to know ? " 82 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. " Stopping with some very kind, pleasant people, Mrs. St. Johns ; I never was treated more generously and hos- pitably in my life. I only wish you could know them." "But, Elsie," said her father, noticing the want of direct- ness in the answer ; " if they are really good people, why should they be so studious to conceal their identity ? " " I would stake my life on their integrity and genuineness, but there are reasons why they wish to remain unknown." " It is very difficult to understand how such a thing can be possible in a civilized country like this, if the people are living correct lives," returned her father. " I can easily understand the feelings of gratitude you entertain toward them and I have the same, and would be glad of an oppor- tunity to thank them in pei'son, but yet you must know, my dear child, that this concealment does not look well." Elsie had steeled herself for this ordeal, and had re- hearsed it in her own mind during the past few days a hundred times, perhaps, but it tried her more than she had anticipated. When among her new friends and ben- efactors, she had felt it would be easy, comparatively, to pro- tect them, in their wished concealment, against all assault ; but, removed from their immediate influence, and with the presence of her beloved parent, and these friends, and the home associations all powerfully swaying her naturally frank disposition to unconstrained conversation on her singular adventure, she began at once to realize she had no light task before her. It would have been joy beyond measure to have unbosomed herself to these sympathizing- hearers, but all her instincts of honor forbade. She had the irksome task before her of appearing to tell much, but in reality revealing nothing. "If you are bound by a promise exacted from you under compulsion, you are not legally bound to keep it, my dear. Don't you agree with me, gentlemen ? " suggested Mrs. St. Johns, suavely. THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 83 " Certainly," assented her husband, " no agreement under coercion is binding in law, if such coercion can be proved." " If it is a question of honor then Elsie must decide for herself. Of course we shall all regret it, but if my daughter feels that it would be against her conscience to break si- lence on this point, I would not urge her for a moment. I can trust you, Elsie," looking at her fondly. The young lady left her place at the table, and stepping to her father's side imprinted a kiss warmly on his fore- head. " Nothing would please me better than to tell you my adventures, if such they can be called, freely and fully, but I cannot do so conscientiously, and so for the present must appear in an unfavorable light, which I regret exceedingly." " At least you will tell us if you are bored by any horrid promise or midnight oath backed with all sorts of dreadful penalties," said Roland, dramatically. This query brought back Elsie's cheerfulness, and re- moved the feeling of restraint which was beginning to creep over the company. " No promise or oath at all," she replied, " I am simply on my honor." " Then we are all bound in honor to help you keep your faith," remarked Alfarina, warmly. The young hostess turned toward her with a grateful look. " At least you will not be angry with us for asking ques- tions, for I know I shall forget myself twenty times a day unless you positively forbid me to speak at all, and then I will take the vow of La Trappe and say nothing," urged the young gentleman of the party. " Not at ah 1 ," laughed Elsie, " to have you silent would be too cruel a penalty for us all. Ask all the questions you please, and I will take my chances of being entrapped into admissions." 84 THE EUSSIAN REFUGEE. " A fair bargain," said the young man, delightedly. " It will be a case of diamond cut diamond." " I think you are really mean, Roland, when Miss Hast- ings told us she did not wish to inform us of her curious life of the past three weeks," Miss St. Johns ventured to remark. A certain sarcasm in the tone touched Elsie, who replied gently, " Call me Elsie as you used to, Angelina ; but your brother is fair enough, for he warns me in advance, and I do not wish this matter to cause the least restraint in our intercourse. Ask any questions you Eke about anything, and I wih 1 answer as I can." This settled the question, and now the conversation be- came general and the young hostess found that she needed all her mental resources and adroitness to hold her own. When the party separated for the night it had been ascer- tained by the assailing ODCS that Miss Hastings' entertainer was an old man, a very old man. Also, that there was a young married woman whose husband was absent, and a little girl of twelve or thereabouts, daughter of the other. Also, Roland was satisfied that he had trapped Elsie into admitting that there had been a young man of fine appear- ance and manners in the strangers' family, and this gave him more annoyance than he was willing to admit even to himself. His sisters denied that Elsie had admitted the existence of this Apollo, and Alf rallied her dandy brother unmercifully about his persistent efforts to entrap Miss Hastings into an admission of the fact. However, ah 1 went to rest in the best of humor and with pleasant anticipations of the morrow. While the inhabitants of The Hermitage are slumbering, we will try to take up the dropped thread of the cave ex- perience to the point of Elsie's appearance at home again. Under the skilful treatment of the old doctor, the patient rapidly convalesced and was able in a few days to bear the foot on the ground without much pain. Her interest in the THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 85 new acquaintances deepened as she came to know them bet- ter : their simple life and habits ; the kind generous feel- ing they manifested toward the guest whom accident had placed in their midst ; above all, the deep affection shown constantly in their intercourse with each other, touched her exceedingly. She felt sure that no guile lurked here. No criminal career rendered this retirement from the world necessary. They were entirely unknown to the neighbor- hood she was satisfied, with the exception of Hiram, who seemed to be on very friendly footing with the patriarch, and for whom the little maiden manifested a sort of won- dering friendship ; for her eyes, Elsie noticed, seemed to fairly dilate as she gazed on him, seemingly speculating as to how he ever attained such an altitude. Yet they were excellent friends, although each tune he visited the cave- dwellers the acquaintance with the little Russian seemed to to be begun from the foundation. He had visited them three times during Elsie's sojourn in the cave, greatly to her delight, for as she told him, "it was next to seeing home again," which remark so pleased the honest fellow that his contortions to express his joy sent Sophia flying into the end of the room in a comic paroxysm of fear. " Darn mybutes, Miss Elsie, Hiram 'd give six cat pelts to brought yer father to this house. An' I reckon, rayther, the squire 'd give a hoss to come. But couldn't be, Miss Elsie, couldn't be. Yer see, Miss Elsie, Hiram give his grip to the kernel here, and no going back on that, if he be a furrener."~~ Elsie ventured to question him as to how he became ac- quainted with the strangers, but he suddenly became deaf, and the conversation was entirely one-sided until she changed the topic. She described her escape, but soon found he knew all the details of it, the location of the cable, the working of the basket, everything seemed quite famil- iar to the woodsman. 86 THE RUSSIAN EEFUGEE. " Why, Hiram, I really believe you Lave been across the ravine in the basket yourself ? " The trapper smiled in his grotesque way. " Yaras, I rither should say so. More times, mebbe, than you've had full moons." One thing excited her surprise somewhat, and that was that the patriarch was never in the room when the trapper was present. This might be, she argued to herself, from a delicate consideration for her on the part of the host, who might naturally suppose she would wish to talk with her old friend about home matters, and would not put the constraint of his presence upon her freedom. This she knew would be quite in keeping with his character, so far as she had observed it. Yet she naturally suspected that another motive operated also, the desire to avoid questions before a third party. She had hoped to explore the cave before leaving, but as the old Russian said that it would involve considerable fa- tigue and her remaining four or five days longer with them, she decided to forego it. "But, my child," he remarked on the day of her depart- ure, " I now consider you one of us, and we shall see you here again ; then you can examine the cave and the mar- vels which are created by the viewless power working in the secret places of the earth." " Oh, I should like it above all things, but how shall I know when to come. I do not know your name even, and " here she paused, trying to avoid even the appearance of a curiosity which she felt she had no right to ask him to grat- ify, since he had not volunteered the information himself. " You know I may have trouble in finding my way here." " That can be easily managed," said her host, reading her thoughts beneath the veil of words, and smiling at her, re- assuringly. " Tell Hiram when you wish to come, and a way will be provided. As for my name, names are little value THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 87 when we know the person, but you shall know mine some day, for the present call me the * Exile,' for such I am. My native land can never know me more. The true sons of Russia must leave the home of the unnatural parent or else band to compel reformation, though it be through blood and fire." The old man's frame seemed to heighten and expand, and his eyes glowed with a fierce and lurid light which his hearer had not seen there before. She felt awed before the deep, intense passion which seemed to surge through his aged frame with all the intensity of youth. She felt that a dynasty, no matter how strongly entrenched in dignity and power, must yet have in it elements of weakness and deprav- ity, when by its acts it made exiles and enemies of such men as this. No father, she thought, who alienates his best children, and turns their hands against him, can be right, no matter how fair he may appear to the world. The Exile had barely touched on his misfortunes when in conversation with her, on the contrary, he had studiously avoided personal topics. Yet he had hinted that political reasons compelled his present life ; that he was a member of some secret organization she concluded from several matters which had accidentally come to her knowledge. As to how Hiram came to be associated with the cave-dwellers she could not even form a conjecture, for he took little or no interest in the politics of his own country, having often declared in her hearing that he never had voted and never would vote, for fear "H'd help put in some tamed var- ment of a critter as'd do some pesky thing or other, an' kinder put shame onto we who put 'im thar." He was a simple, unlearned fellow devoted to nature, and in her school had garnered much lore. His integrity was unquestioned by any who knew him, and his shrewdness, when he chose, was phenomenal. No, Hiram was connected with the cave folks by some other tie than a political one. CHAPTER IX. A CONUNDRUM. ELSIE'S return to the mansion was the beginning of a series of rides, excursions, etc., which had been postponed on account of her absence, and the uncertainty which hung over her condition. She had to submit to an unlimited amount of teasing and quizzing from the young people, and remarks from the older, all of which were given and received in a sort of serio-comic way which did not interfere at all with the general enjoyment. She had a secret to guard which she had unwittingly challenged them to find out, and no efforts were spared in that direction. If she had simply requested that her confidence should not be tempted and that her enforced absence be not alluded to, the desire, as said before, would have been granted at once. But she was not one to recede from any position she had once vol- untarily taken, and her associates were glad of some object to aim at, and Roland had promised a box of kid gloves to whichever of his sisters should find out the secret of the residence, and the name of the young lady's entertainer. If, on the contrary, he was the fortunate discoverer, some- thing very choice was to be the memento of his triumph, from their hands. One matter, however, puzzled the young man exceedingly, and that was the fact of Elsie always be- traying a half-confused consciousness whenever the sup- posed young man in the case was alluded to. It had been a mere random shot of his, and he quickly noted that her response was not in the same light vein in which she had THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 89 so dexterously parried their other questions. To be sure, lie had failed completely in trying to entrap " the astute defendant," as his father termed her, into any damaging admissions, although he had examined and cross-examined the " accused " before his sisters, empanelled as a special jury, one morning for nearly an hour, ending where he be- gan, so far as information was concerned. He ended his examination by reading from the lexicon all the Christian and Hebrew names of men there given, slowly pronouncing each one and scrutinizing closely the fair face of the sus- pected one to detect aught of confusion or self-conscious- ness, but all without avail. " Upon my word, Miss Hastings, you would make a cap- ital witness ; I think I could trust you before any jury. Not that Roland is an expert in examining, but he has shown more legal ability than I ever suspected, in this audacious examination to which he has subjected your good nature." " Really, you ought to make a profound apology to Miss Elsie, and be indicted yourself and heavily fined," went on Mr. St. Johns, who presided as judge, " or be imprisoned for false accusation." "I am quite willing to forego any redress that the law might afford me, provided the accuser will declare publicly that he believes me innocent of the charge." " Let the case go to the jury," urged the persistent Ro- land, " for I am almost sure I saw the accused change color at one of the names." " It is no case for the jury, sir, you have no case in this court ; nevertheless if the jury have determined on a verdict they are at liberty to announce it without leaving their seats. What say you, ladies of the jury ? " " Guilty ! " said Alf, solemnly. "Guilty of what?" ejaculated her father, with a ludi- crous look of astonishment. 90 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. " Guilty of concealing the facts of the case," returned the jury spokeswoman. " The jury is discharged in disgrace, and I charge the sheriff never to empanel any member of it again within my jurisdiction," said the judge loftily, leaving his chair. Mr. Hastings was much amused when this comic trial of his daughter was recounted to him, by the young lady her- self, in a most pathetic manner. It was in presence of her persecutors. "Ah, my dear, you now find how hard it is to keep a secret." " If Miss Hastings finds it so hard to keep the secret her- self, why, ah ! if she will share it with me I will help her to keep it, you know. ' Two heads better than one,' you know," said the young gentleman, with an insinuating air. "Yes, do, Elsie, for as Eoland has plenty of vacant space in his mental habitation, he can easily accommodate your secret without injuring it by crowding," quickly observed the watchful Alfarina. A vengeful look was shot from the languid eyes of the dandy, and to soothe his ruffled feelings Elsie hastened to remark : " If I had such a secret as you seem to credit me with, Mr. Eoland, I do not know of anyone to whom I would sooner impart it than yourself. I know it would be safe in your hands." It was the oil on the troubled water, and all was harmony again. But apart from this repartee and good-humored raillery, Elsie really was aware of a certain self-conscious- ness in herself whenever any allusion was made to the young man of the family, meaning, of course, the family of the unknown benefactor. She was angry with herself for this, as she had never seen the individual in question, and only knew of Adolph's existence from the Exile. Singularly enough, while daily expecting to meet the un- THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 91 known hero of her escape or rescue, he had not appeared during her seventeen days' residence in the cave. She was more disappointed than she was willing to own, as her grateful heart longed to thank him for his courage and kindness on her behalf. Still she could not but admit that this studied avoidance of her, for such she felt sure it was, only enhanced the curiosity and interest she felt concerning him. She recollected well, how, that early in their acquaint- ance the Exile had hinted that she would have opportunity of thanking Adolph personally, but day after day passed and no Adolph appeared, and latterly she was sure she de- tected a slight shade of annoyance in the patriarch's tone> whenever his son was mentioned in her presence. He had informed Elsie that Adolph was an adopted son, "but yet my son," he added, emphatically. " I had a son, the hope of my lif e, but" and here he paused and seemed to be looking dreamily into the past " he died and left me in a winter of bereavement and sorrow. But from the frosty winter came bright spring, and renewed life is mine again in Adolph." His language was mystical, but she inferred that he in- tended to express the satisfaction and comfort which his adopted child gave him in his old age. Also she thought the obscurity of his words arose from the natural difficulty most foreigners have in clearly putting their thoughts in idiomatic English. The early winter kept bright and crisp, the days were glorious, and Christmas arrived before the storms had fairly put in an appearance. The St. Johns, after a five weeks' visit, had returned home, first exacting a promise from Elsie to spend Febru- ary with them in the city. "Now, my dear girl, I shall expect you, and can take no excuse, so no more adventures in funny places, masquer- ading among curious people that your friends mustn't know. 92 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. There, there, don't blush child, its all right, I dare say, and when you come, in February, you will tell us all about it. The mysterious ogre will let you by that time, no doubt." And so they departed, and Elsie gave almost a sigh of relief, for the young lady had been sorely tried between making her guests happy and at the same time avoiding their questions. However, they were gone, and really no wiser concerning the secret than when Elsie returned home from the cave. The father and daughter were alone again, and things resumed their wonted channel. "Father, I hope you do not blame me in this matter. If you knew how hard it is to keep anything secret from you, you would pity me." "My own one," said her parent, kissing her fondly, " your father has not been an uninterested observer of your struggle between duty and inclination. I am proud of you, for even if your view of this matter is a false one, yet I always wish you to be guided by conscience and obey what to you is the higher law. Your promise is, as I understand, rather implied than expressed, to preserve silence in this matter, but I am satisfied to wait patiently uutil you can honorably give me your confidence. One question I will ask, leaving to you the option of answering. Have you had any communication with these people since leaving them ? " " None whatever, but I will say that I more than ex- pected it, yet nothing has reached me." " That is well, and although I will not bind you by a promise, I will say that it would be a great satisfaction to me if I thought all connection with them had ceased for- ever." " Oh, father, don't say that, after saving my life and treat- ing me with so much kindness. It is not like you." " I recognize the obligation, Elsie. I would gladly repay it, but what I mean is, secret communications. Anything above board is all right. Anything in the broad daylight, THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 93 but things which have to be concealed are always suspi- cious, and, remember, your knowledge of the world is limited." Elsie looked distressed, and the tears began to flow. " Father, I could not bear it if you suspected me for a moment. I will promise you this, that I will do nothing in this matter unworthy of my father's daughter." "That will do, my dear," taking her hands. "I have trusted the child and the youth, I will trust the woman ; for you are now a self-reliant woman, and this incident of the past few weeks has helped your maturity wonderfully. No, I will not curtail your freedom, but will welcome your confidence in this instance when you feel you can properly give it me." " Many thanks, my father and mother in one," kissing him twice, " and I shall not rest until I can bring you into friendly contact and acquaintance with my new friends." This settled the matter between these two, so dear to each other, and between whom no concealment of any- thing had ever occurred until the young girl's adventure and rescue, and the subsequent detention in the subter- ranean home of the friendly Bussians. CHAPTEE X. A NEW FACE. BY the middle of January the winter, after raging for some time in varied transitory phases of its power, fairly settled down to its work and held the earth in a firm em- brace. Ice and snow everywhere gave wheels a resting spell and called into active service everything in the shape of cutter or sleigh. One bright, cold morning, being alone, for her father had been called to the city on business, Elsie resolved to take a trip to the table-rock, where she had not been since the accident, and obtain a view of this wondrous gorge in its wintry setting. The morning was perfect, everything white and still, only the sleigh-bell breaking the frosty air into rhythmic waves as her horse sped swiftly on. She soon ar- rived at the road leading along the far side of the ravine, and was then compelled to travel more slowly, as the snow was deeper and less compact on account of the limited amount of travel in that direction during the winter season. She reached the table-rock and checked her horse, so as to command a full view of the valley beyond the deep, yawn- ing abyss below. The silence, now that the bell had ceased tinkling, was eloquent, and reached her soul with a power and meaning that no speech or sound could have done. One never realizes their personality and intensity of being as when alone in a profound silence. It gives the idea, in a fee- ble sense, of the condition which prevails in the eternal space an intangible ether and the central Me. But so long as THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 95 our two feet rest on mother earth such moods must be brief, and the earth life will not let us be. The scene and the memories of her last visit, and what it led to, drew her thoughts gradually to the "House in the Earth," away across the gulf, and she tried to determine its locality. Suddenly a loud report burst upon her ears, scattering her thoughts and day-dreams in every direction, and startling Gyp so, that before she could firmly grasp the reins, they were jerked out of her hands, and the black horse, with his ears close to his head, was speeding down the road like a meteor. In vain his mistress called to him, trying to soothe him with pet phrases. On he fled, like the wind, and, in a min- ute or two, a sudden whirl, and the young lady found her- self plunged into a chaos of snow and cutter robes. It did seem as if she could never extricate herself, so thoroughly was she entangled in the wraps, and imbedded in the deep snow. As soon as she had freed her head she obeyed her first impulse and laughed gleefully at the pre- dicament she found herself in. " Oh, Gyp, Gyp, you villain. I never thought you would serve me such a trick. To desert your mistress in such a plight as this." " Allow me to assist you," said a pleasant voice. " I fear I was the cause of your mishap." And immediately a strong hand began to remove the encumbrances which beset her on every side. " Thank you very much. If you will just help me with this heavy robe I can manage well enough." So dexterously did the stranger work, that in a minute or so Miss Hastings was on the road feeling none the worse for her snow bath. " I am indeed obliged to you, but where can Gyp have gone to?" " Don't be alarmed about him, there is a pretty big snow- 96 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. drift about half a mile on, and he will run into that if he does not stop before. I will go on and find him, if you don't mind staying here." " I will walk on with you ; it will be safer than staying here in the cold," said Elsie. The stranger seemed pleased at the suggestion, and after feebly opposing it, on the ground that she might be tired, yielded, and piled up the robes by the side of the road, and they started in the direction taken by the horse. The new friend, as Elsie observed, was a tall, well-devel- oped, vigorous-looking man, seemingly in the prime of life. He had regular features, and wore a full brown beard. He walked with the easy, careless grace of conscious physical power, accompanied by excellent health. His manners were frank and unrestrained, and, yet, she was puzzled ex- actly in what rank to place the new acquaintance. He was hardly a gentleman, according to the village conception of the term, meaning the professional men, leading merchants, manufacturers, and those of independent fortune, or favored birth. In truth, Elsie had never yet been able to decide in her own mind what the conventional gentleman was. She had. a very decided opinion of what a true man was, but, somehow, those called by common consent, gentlemen, did not always exhibit the traits of exalted manhood. One thing she quickly decided on, her companion was not an ordinary man, such as she had met in that region repeatedly, and sometimes in her benevolent expeditions been brought into contact with yes, often into closer con- tact than was pleasant. The stranger spoke with a decision and promptness that denoted one who did his own thinking and had decided opinions on most subjects. He did not, she quickly noticed, speak like a college or school bred man, that is, a bookish man ; in fact from one of his remarks she inferred that he was inclined to despise such, but his lan- guage, though simple in choice of words, was good, and did THE RUSSIAN EEFUGEE. 97 not seriously infringe on grammatical rules. Their talk was of the neighborhood, the mountain scenery, and natural history, in which latter field he seemed an enthusiast, and yet his knowledge was, she concluded, entirely the result of observation and personal investigation, for when she mentioned an important discovery made by a German savant, and quoted in the scientific journal her father received, with reference to what they had just been discuss- ing, and called to her memory by a remark of his, he showed great surprise and interest, manifesting by his re- marks that scientific books were largely unknown to him. They found the horse standing up to his neck in a snow- drift looking penitent enough, and he neighed pitifully on seeing his young mistress. Fortunately, the cutter was un- injured, with the exception of one of the shafts; which was splintered. They concluded to walk back to where the robes were, the gentleman leading the horse. " I have a strap attached to my game-bag near by, which will hold the shaft secure until you reach home." It seemed that his shooting a rabbit had been the cause of Gyp's sudden make-off, he not knowing that anybody was near. "It has been a lesson to me that I will not forget," he said, " and I know you will try to forget it." " Why, you need not apologize," regarding him wonder- ingly that he should be so much annoyed at an accident. " It might have happened in a score of ways. It was this naughty Gyp's fault. He ought to be ashamed of himself." The shaft was soon put in safe condition and the vehicle ready for the homeward start. The lady took her seat and her companion put the lines in her hand. He then removed his beaver hunting-cap, showing a high, white, intellectual forehead in contrast with the bronzed face and hands. As he stood respectfully on one side, cap in hand, clad in his close-fitting fur hunting-jacket, and 7 98 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. with that independent, yet deferential bearing, she could not help thinking, " What a manly looking fellow." " Believe me, I am very grateful to you for your assist- ance," offering her hand to him on the impulse of the mo- ment, the thought coming quickly to her, " What would Mrs. St. Johns say to my shaking hands with a mere stran- ger ? " He took her hand eagerly, and then to her surprise raised it to his lips. " I will gladly drive you home, if " hesitating " if your horse is not safe." She read his thoughts in the hesitating manner, and laughed merrily. " Oh, I am not afraid of Gyp ; I am used to driving pretty wild, or at least, spirited horses." " They say Miss Hastings is afraid of nothing, that is," as if afraid he had used an awkward word, "is very fearless," with emphasis on the last, as if satisfied he stood on firm verbal foundation now. The sudden elevation of her brow and wide opening of the black eyes showed her astonish- ment at hearing her name. " Is it possible you know me ? We certainly have never met before." "I think everybody around here knows Miss Hastings," he returned, evasively, and then, as she thought, a little bitterly, " No, it is hardly likely we should have met before, or at least, not to notice me." He loosed the rein which he had held under the appear- ance of straightening it, and there being no reasonable excuse for further delay, she bowed and smiled, saying, " Thank you, very much, good-by ; " and Gyp darted im- pulsively forward under the relaxed rein. What trifles, light as snow-flakes, may influence our thoughts, our words, our deeds, our lives. What singular accidents seem to often govern our acquaintanceship with THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 99 each other. What a trivial matter often decides that an- other shall come forward out of the great multitude of the unknown, and become an acquaintance, friend, intimate companion, even life associate, and influence our mental and moral growth through time and perhaps on into the eternities. The amount of influence which we exert on one another is, in most instances, an unknown quantity, but often can be traced back and estimated with sufficient accuracy. It is a curious and interesting thought that, standing amid the known to-day, to-morrow may bring us into contact with a stranger whose life-sphere touching ours shall outweigh in the balance of results all we have known to the present. Perhaps some such reflections often come to the thoughtful on meeting one who impresses us favorably at first coming within our individual range of social vision. Elsie as she drove rapidly homeward could not forget the fur-clad huntsman who had served her with such a singular mixture of gallantry, independence, and timidity. Her social instincts told her he was not in her own sphere of life. Amid the scenes where she had encountered him he seemed a sort of sylvan knight, a doughty follower of Diana. His presence there seemed natural and consistent. There was the vigor and color and graceful self-reliance which bespoke a son of the mountain, a votary in nature's own temple. But how would this follower of the chase acquit himself in the halls of frivolity and fashion, amid those scenes of counterfeits and glittering mockeries, where color, brightness, glow and beauty, with wit, talent, genius, art, and science, all band in strong brotherhood to enrapture the soul, charm the intellect, and enthrall the senses ? She smiled at the idea, so incongruous did it appear to her, for something told her that the new acquaintance knew no more of such scenes than he did of the scientific books of the day. "An illiterate man, what a pity, with such a 100 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. head, too," said her intellect, but her higher thought, which seemed more instinct than intellect, pronounced him manly, courteous, brave, intelligent a natural gentleman, and a scholar in the deeper erudition a graduate in the outside uni- versity which numbers among its alumni some of the best of the race. " Nature's gentleman," was her final verdict, as she drove up to the gate. " I really wish I knew who he was." Elsie's training under the careful eye of her father had been more varied than that of most country maidens ; for her parent had, for her sake, spent two winters in New York, and she had mingled in a good deal of fashionable life, although her wise guardian would not consent for a mo- ment that her robust health should be risked by turning night into day. So she would only accept one invitation, where her aunt, Mrs. Grace, a leading woman of fashion in the metropolis, wife of a prominent lawyer, would have wished her to accept four or five. She had been quite a belle, and could easily have been married to one of the exquisites, with money in place of brains, who hung around hex-, but she held such firmly aloof. Although at first fascinated by the adulations and atten- tions which were lavished on her, and attracted, as all young people are, by the kaleidoscopic changes of brilliant cos- tumes, bright faces, music, and gaiety, and the pleasant social pretty nothings which formed so much of the conversations she heard, the time of unmasking came, and she saw behind the scenes. She realized that society acts its little dramas and uses a variety of machinery for the purpose. She had been taken once, by her wise parent, into the green-room and behind the scenes when he feared the mimic life of the stage was taking too strong hold of her imagination, as she pleaded, with girlish enthusiasm, to be permitted to become an actress, after seeing a few good performances. The contrast was appalling, for here dingy little dressing-rooms, garments of all colors trimmed with THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 101 cheap tinsel, and imitation gold-painted paste-board crowns and tiaras, trap-doors, ropes, and blocks, and pulleys, in short, the usual unwholesome unattractive medley of sights and sounds found in such places, grated on her senses. Men and women, on whose faces ihe red and white, not placed by nature's deft hand, showed repulsively, strolled about half clad in the gaudy costumes in which as kings, queens, lords, knights, squires, ladies of rank, and maidens, nobles, and peasants, they had gaily strutted the brief hour before the footlights, and so dazzled and delighted her* that she had supposed, for the short period of delusion, that surely 'twas heaven on earth to play a noble part before a crowded house, and win the plaudits of the multitude. And when the leading lady was gracefully led out, in response to the repeated demand of the enthusiastic public, and bent her queenly form hi acknowledgment, Elsie felt that she must be some superior being, living, in some way, apart and dif- ferent from ordinary mortals. To kneel before this superb creature, the cynosure of all eyes, at whom every opera- glass in the building was levelled, like so many mimic rifles ; to bow reverently before this half-human, half-divine being, and kiss her hand, she felt would be bliss indeed. But now she saw the goddess smoking a cigarette, and exchanging badinage with some of those lower attendants who, a few moments before, approached her only with extreme defer- ence, not daring to speak except by permission. It was an awakening, and perhaps an unkind one, for some of the most enjoyable moments on earth are those spent under the magic influence of a delusion. The jests, laughter, carelessness, and altogether very human conduct of these superior beings, who, before the public, seemed, with the exception of two or three necessary villains, to be incapable of uttering aught else but elevated sentiments in a dignified and very becoming manner, grated harshly upon her sensitive nature. 102 THE RUSSIAN EEFUGEE. "Oh, father," she said, pitifully, "is there nothing real on earth ? " " Certainly, my child, and this is real that you see around you, the other was the unreal, and yet only unreal in a sense. All those noble acts and exalted sentiments which so pleased you in the play, and which these people so well presented to us, are to be witnessed and heard among the common men and women of every- day life, only they are not massed before us, so as to attract special attention. And some of these people here, who are unbending so thor- oughly now their stage-work is over, no doubt in their homes are good daughters, or wives, or mothers, husbands, brothers, fathers, or citizens. An actor off the stage re- sembles a bow which has been kept taut by the string while being used. This is the rebound when the string is re- laxed." " But that queen who did seem too lovely for anything, why, she appears really coarse and almost vulgar." " Yet, Elsie, I believe she is a very good woman and the mother of a family. However, I do not fear that your pas- sion for the stage will do you much harm. This will be a life lesson for you. There is, perhaps, no occupation so full of temptations and hardships in a certain way as that of an actor. It is full of peril, and perhaps the large number who prove too weak to resist the evil influences incidental to it is not to be wondered at. The excitement, late suppers, consumption of stimulants to urge nagging energies, an aiiificial and unnatural life, generally coupled with the fact that the demand for the greatest mental and physical out- lay is at that period of the twenty-four hours when the nervous system is naturally most exhausted, hurry scores to untimely graves. Nothing but the most rigid self-denial and discipline can preserve health and. vigor under the ex- acting demands of an actor's life. But they are prover- bially the most careless and reckless people in existence." THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 103 The young girl, for she was only fourteen at the time spoken of, never forgot that " behind the scenes*' and it led to the habit of looking beneath the surface in connec- tion with the facts of life as they came to her. Not that it rendered her suspicious, but rather cautious in forming definite opinions of persons or things. Yet now deluded by her social instincts and by the specious glittering baubles of fashionable society, and for a time made giddy by the con- stant whirl of gaiety, she forgot to gaze beneath the sur- face and blindly floated with the tide. But this was only for a brief season, her country breeding and the abundant out-door exercise she had always taken gave her endur- ance to resist the enervating inroads of dissipation. But, although her cheek held its fresh color and her step its elasticity, she suddenly found, to her alarm, that she was fast losing her taste for thinking or solid reading. Her mind was constantly filled with the petty nothings and butterfly interests of the life around her. She noticed, too, that her father, the dearest being to her in the world, would look at her occasionally with an anxious, questioning gaze, which somehow made her feel culpable, she knew not why. Yet he never uttered a syllable of blame. One morning, when she came down to the library in the handsome house on Madison Avenue, where her uncle lived, after a late breakfast, looking and feeling somewhat lan- guid, her father looked up from his book, and, after kissing her " good-morning," said pleasantly: "I have just been reading something which brought to mind the visit we paid to the theatre some years ago. Do you remember it?" His remark brought the color to her face, but she an- swered brightly : " Remember it ! indeed I do. It was the best lesson of my life." " I am very glad you have not forgotten it, and what a wide application the lesson you then learned has. I feared it had escaped your memory." 104 THE EUSSIAN EEFUGEE. Nothing more was said at the time, for some one else entered* the room seeking her father, but that hint was sufficient. Elsie felt it was time she looked beneath the surface of the social sea on whose glistening waters she was floating so heedlessly. She began to investigate and to seek for the true meaning the real soul of this, so fair a body externally. Alas ! the revelation was even more astounding than that which came to her when venturing behind the stage scen- ery. Fashionable society, she discovered, was a mask and, like all masks, was hollow, a mere thin paste and color, paper and paint hiding a very different face beneath. She found, just under the gay shimmer on the surface, jealous- ies, vanity, slanders, ignoble rivalry in still more ignoble causes ; she found heart-burnings, natures calloused and seared by dissipation, empty minds and dwarfed souls shrouded in languid, nerveless bodies. That expressive French word blase, for which our language gives no exact equivalent, seemed to be written on the foreheads of most of the votaries of fashion, men and women that she knew. Of course, the evil effects were more pronounced and de- plorable among her own sex, as, with the exception of the gauzy-winged fops, and the class of merely idle pleasure- seekers, aimless beings who floated on the summer clouds of youth, pecuniary ease, and rose-tinted leisure, the men, whose wives, daughters, and sisters really constituted the major part of the social whirl, were compelled by business responsibilities, ambition, and a score of other influences which they could not escape, to stand aloof largely from this destructive and unnatural life. In short, the young country girl found, after careful scrutiny behind the scenes that fashionable life was a delusion and a snare. She recoiled as from the brink of a precipice on which she had unwittingly been walking, and shuddered to think of the escaped danger. " Is it possible that I could ever THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 105 become like one of these pale-complexioned, cosmetic- tinted, harmless, meaningless, languid beauties, who have no more idea of the real meaning, responsibilities, and grand possibilities of life than one of the veiled inmates of an Oriental harem has of the free, independent individ- uality of an* American or an English lady." Mr. Hastings remarked to a friend about this time who urged that his daughter was too ascetic in her tastes in so often refusing invitations to the gay life which she so adorned, "Elsie has awakened from her dream, and, with- out any help from me, come to the conclusion that the pur- suit of pleasure in fashionable society inevitably leads to physical, mental, and spiritual bankruptcy ; and being at present solvent in these respects, she wisely decides to re- main so." So, with the exception of a few days, occasionally, on a visit to the St. Johns or her aunt's, her fashionable life practically ended at the time referred to. CHAPTER XL A WARM EXPERIENCE. LONDON, February 19, 18 . MY DEAR COUSIN ELSIE : It is certainly time for a letter to your sweet self, as my last was to the much-respected parental relative of the aforesaid sweet self, and uncle to the present unworthy writer. Well, coz, I'm coming home. There, now, is an announcement for you calculated to make your pulse beat at least a fifth faster than usual. " Conceited and vain ! '' Oh no. Such qualities find no lodgment in this bosom. Of course, your cheek flushes with pleasure, or (?) at this very moment, and the pulse-beat is at least 85 ; normal, about 68. I don't blame you. It is neither your misfortune nor your fault to re- joice that a strong, faithful, and very devoted cousin is coming to ad- vise, guide, and generally take care of you for a few days. "When?" ah ! there's the rub. Well, inquisitive one, know that your medical relative expects to sail for the land of Washington, and Franklin, and Brigham Young, about April the primus. "What have I been doing with myself abroad ?" Oh, no, you wouldn't say abroad, that is the Hinglish term. Let me see, you would say, in proper Yankee phrase, " Yurrup." You're not a Yan- kee ; perhaps not, but you're an American, and that's just as bad ; we make no distinction here. Well, to answer your question, I have been visiting the hospitals and working hard generally. " What about the Thompsons ? " Indeed, I could tell you a good deal about them, but must defer until we meet. I mentioned my little adventure with the tramps in a former letter to uncle. You should have seen me handle the stick, and Miss Thompson handle the stones and mud. You know, you always made fun of my devo- tion to the manly art of self-defence, but you would have modified your opinion and modified your strictures, too, had you seen that fight. I laugh now when I think of the amazed and enraged ex- THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 107 pression of that big rascal's face when he first felt the clay and stones rained upon his visage. Keeping one eye for me, he tried to glare at the new enemy with the other, and when a well-directed shot from Miss Thompson's hand closed one optic, and my shillaleh descended upon his confused pate at the same time, the yell of baffled fury was almost worthy of Lucifer (as per John Milton). Miss Thompson is the only woman, I believe, in the wide world who can throw straight. So, miss, you have been having an adventure too, hiding away from your father for three weeks, and then refusing to tell anybody anything. I know what it means. You are only waiting for a cer- tain beloved cousin to return from England, to make a full, free, and frank confession. That is right ! Don't you tell them anything about it, Coz. It is merely idle curiosity on their part, which ought not to be gratified. What a delightful talk you and I will have about it in the early days of May, or before. If you find, of course, that you cannot keep the secret until my arrival, why you must write it to me in full, and I will help you take care of it. Two strong healthy people like you and I ought to be able to keep one secret, even if, as I suppose, it is a pretty big one. Now for the bonne bouclie of my welcome epistle. Don't start so with that resentful gesture, you came near making me blot the fair, white page. You will say it is doubly welcome when I tell you. But come to think, I ought to " swap," that's not a slang term is it ? Ought to trade, then, if you are so particular with a fellow and your first cousin, too ought to swap, or trade, or exchange, my secret for yours. How would that do ? But no, I will be magnanimous, and not bind you to make any return, but leave that to the eternal prin- ciple of justice within you. Now listen, as the children say, let a pin drop so that I'll know everything is quiet while I tell you. What do you think ? Oh, you're getting impatient, and say you don't want to hear. Really I've half a notion to keep it for my next letter, but no, I'm too kind-hearted to punish you so severely. So here goes. Mr. Thompson and his two daughters are are going to take a trip to U. S., and perhaps spend the summer there, and further, per- haps, may go in the same vessel with your honored cousin. Don't you owe me something now ? Yes, and I'll claim it when we meet. They are charming girls ; the eldest just after your own heart, and I know you will be fast friends. Love to uncle, and a re- fined and elegant elixir of the same article for my cousin Elsie. Yours in exile, WAKBEN SEAMAN. 108 THE KUSSIAN REFUGEE. " Father, just read this letter from Warren, you will enjoy it better by reading it all through to yourself, and it has some news in it, too. He does love to tantalize." "I must say the young man has quite distinguished him- self in that letter," said her father, after reading it. "I suspect Warren is pretty deeply impressed by these charm- ing English girls, for he is not wont to indulge in much sentimentalism. I am truly glad they are coming. I met the father ten years ago, but do not remember much about the girls." " I think they must have been at school at that time, father. Well, it will be good to have Cousin Warren with us again. I do wonder where he purposes making a new settlement?" "I have been thinking of that lately, and considerable inquiry has convinced me that he could not do better than open an office in Melville." " What ! so near to us ? That would be delightful But is there a good opening ? There are, at least, eleven physi- cians now." " Very true, but how many really good ones ? Dr. Rogers is intemperate, and his once large practice is fast leaving him. Smith never has had the confidence of the people, owing to his unsteady habits. Dr. Skyler is too old, and never ventures out at night or in stormy weather. Then Drs. Armstrong and Canby are a firm of medical adventur- ers of the quack class, who are not likely to remain long." " That leaves six, and, papa, I am afraid young Dr. Peet is intemperate, too, for Mra Wood said he was under the influence of liquor when he came to see her baby last week. She was afraid to give it the medicine he left, and asked me to advise her about it. I just told her to throw the medi- cine away, and give the baby a warm bath." " Very sapient advice, no doubt, quite safe anyway ; but I am sorry to hear that about Peek How can a medical THE RUSSIAN EEFUGEE. 109 man be such a fool as to touch stimulants ? No physician who is not totally abstemious in that respect should be al- lowed to enter a family. I would not trust any medical man who touches liquor to prescribe for a cat of mine, much less one of my family." " Cousin Seaman will only have five competitors, and with his ability he ought to be able to take the lead after a while," remarked Elsie, gleefully. " Shall I tell him about it when I write ? " "I would not enter into particulars, but just hint that I thought there might be a good opening here, which he had better investigate before looking any further. But what about the lecture to-night, I have procured tickets, thinking you might care to hear it ? " " Yes, indeed, but I had almost forgotten it. What is the subject ?" "'Rome and its Environs,' illustrated by dissolving views. The lecturer's name is not familiar to me, but I s.ee he is highly endorsed by the city journals." At 8 P.M. the lecture room of the Town Hall was com- fortably filled, and the oxyhydrogen apparatus in the cen- tre of the room was smiling a faint circle on the great white sheet stretched at the back of the platform. The lecturer being formally introduced, seemingly a most absurd and unnecessary performance, but demanded by cus- tom, began by graphically sketching the history of the " Mis- tress of the World " in outline from the mud walls erected by the wolf-fed brothers, to the unrivalled magnificence of its summit power when it gave laws to the world. Thence to its decadence and gradual transition from a vast politi- cal to an equally great religious capital. " We will now look at the Rome of the past, and by gradual approach come to the Rome of the present." At a signal the lights were lowered until the room looked dark and sombre in contrast to the platform, where on the white surface now HO THE RUSSIAN EEFUGEE. glowed an intensely bright circular disk, in response to the fiery torrid eye of the instrument. The views were very fine and well thrown upon the screen, also the running lecture of commentary was direct and to the point. The speaker had spent months in the Eternal City, and had drank in inspirations on the spot which remained with him and gave vitality to his rapid descriptions. Elsie was delighted, for she was ardently fond of history and geography. Her father, too, pronounced it a superior entertainment of the kind. About half the lecture was over, and a remarkably fine view of the Coliseum was on the sheet, when someone in the rear of the hall suddenly shouted " fire ! " The cry was repeated by a hundred voices, and at once the entire audience was on its feet in a wild whirl of confused strug- gling for the aisles and doors. The lecture-room was on the second floor of the building and was entered by two pretty narrow staircases leading from the hall below. The darkened state of the room made the scene more terrifying. In a second the aisles and doorway were filled by a dense writhing mass of panic-stricken humanity. Elsie and her father rose at the first alarm to make for the door, but a voice near them said in a low, clear tone, "Keep your seat Miss Hastings, if you join that crowd at the door you will be crushed." They obeyed mechanically. "Friends, the fire is below us, escape by the door is impossible. Keep the doors shut. Turn up the lights, those near, and open the windows." The loud, full im- perative tones rang clearly above the din and uproar, and some paused in their wild efforts, and presently a light here and there began to appear. " Throw up the lower windows, work lively, two men take charge of each. Pass the long cushions to the windows. If you do as you are told every one can be saved." So saying, the speaker's tall sinewy figure could be seen making his way to one of the THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. Ill windows with a long cushion. Stepping on seat backs or convenient shoulders as he could, he gained the window. " Pass those cushions to the men at the windows. Now cut places in each one for the foot. The men at the win- dow hold the cushions outside, they will reach near the ground. One at a time now, the ladies first, put your toes in the cuts and hold on the sides with the hands. Steady ! " These rapid instructions were given and obeyed in less time than it takes to describe them. There are always will- ing, capable men in every crowd, who will act bravely, skil- fully and efficiently, if some one will only lead and direct them. As a rule, everywhere workers are many ; capable, wise leaders few. The man who had taken charge of pro- ceedings was almost an entire stranger, so it was remem- bered afterward, but he was obeyed readily. A natural leader, he was acknowledged at once, and no one seemed inclined to question his authority. What the world asks for is help in time of emergency, and it willingly obeys and honors him who can furnish it. The roaring of the flames could now be distinctly heard below, and the floor became unbearably hot. The people stood on seats awaiting their turn to descend. I said no one ventured to dispute the authority of the self-elected leader, but exception must be stated. Some rough, selfish brutes forced their way to one of the windows, and putting aside the women congregated there and those preparing to de- scend, were making their way rapidly into the street. The reckless element in the throng took the hint, and a deter- mined effort was made to take possession of the windows. " This is madness," shouted the director, " act like men, not base cowards ; no you don't," as a big fellow jerked aside Elsie, who was about to climb up. "Let him go, I can wait," urged she, who when she first heard the voice was confident she detected a familiar ring 112 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. in it, but failed to connect it with any friend she could think of. "Not for a moment," and a hand of iron was laid on the intruder's collar, while the fellow hand dealt him a blow under the ear, which hurled him half-unconscious on the crowd. " I will shoot any man that tries to force his way past a woman," drawing a formidable looking revolver as he spoke. The weapon, coupled with the determined manner, produced the required result, and in a few moments more the room was emptied. Of course in the rapid descent of some three hundred peo- ple even from so small a distance as twenty feet some casual- ties might be expected, and several were injured by letting go before reaching the ground. The cushions were four- teen feet long, so that a person of ordinary height on reach- ing the end would be within two or three feet of the ground, and ready hands were willing to assist them down, but some few dropped on fairly getting outside the win- dow. These were nearly all women, as might be expected. "Girl's ought," as Mr. Hastings said in reporting the incidents of the fire afterward to a friend, "to be taught gymnastics at least to the extent of being able to support their own weight with their hands, and be able to de- scend by a rope, or pole, or board if necessity demands. I have Elsie so trained that she can go up or down by her hands as well as any boy, and on the night of the fire she went down that cushion like a cat." The whole affair of the fire, from the time of its discovery until the last person left the building, was barely ten min- utes, and owing to the double ceiling and stout ironclad doors comparatively little smoke entered the audience room. The stairs took fire early and so prevented escape that way, and the doorkeeper, finding this, fastened the door, and so kept flame and smoke outside. A few moments after the escape of the audience the en- THE EUSSIATif EEFUGEE. 113 tire building was enveloped in flames, and eventually de- stroyed, in spite of all that the rather tardy firemen could do. Various were the surmises as to who was the man of re- sources who directed, with such energy, promptness, and wisdom, the escape of the audience. Somebody said it was a Mr. Bartram, who occasionally appeared in town, but was not familiarly known there. " I would like much to have shaken hands with that man, and thanked him for his coolness and courage. No doubt it saved several lives, and many more from the injur- ies which always ensue from a panic in an audience." " How fortunate, pa, that the building was free on both sides, and standing by itself. I thought," Elsie said, after a momentary pause, as if searching her memory ; " that I knew the gentleman, and he mentioned my name." " He is certainly not one of your city friends, I should think," said her father, smiling ; " for his manners were hardly what would be called polished." " He reminds me more than anybody else of the stranger who helped catch Gyp, when I went to the table-rock that day last month ; but no, they looked different. Yet the voices are something alike." " No more romances, young lady, with peculiar strangers. I hope you have had enough for one season." Elsie colored involuntarily, but answered in the same vein : " I am afraid, my good sir, papa is fearful of some fine- looking monster running off with his daughter. Never fear, the right fellow hasn't come thus far." " And will not for a long while, I hope. I cannot spare my housekeeper yet." His daughter responded by kissing him fondly, and then catching sight of some one coming up the avenue, ran to the window. " Oh, father, here's Hiram and his wife. They do look so comical together." 114 THE EUSSIAN REFUGEE. Perhaps a more remarkable looking pair never agreed to travel in matrimonial double harness down the hill of life, for they had both arrived at the top of the hill before, " jining in the bonds of mattermoony," as Hiram phrased it. The " Giraffe " stalked along in a sort of " pay by instal- ments " fashion, for as his wondrous length of limb could not by any possibility accommodate itself to a short step, he com- promised the, to him, very puzzling matter by taking an enormous stride and then pausing for the little fat pudgy woman to waddle up to him. He looked at a little dis- tance as if measuring and staking off the length of the road, and waiting at each stake set for the rear chain bearer to come up to him. Gretchen was a widow when he married her, with one child, a boy, now grown to man- hood, and of whom she was very proud indeed. Nothing pleased the whole-souled, good-natured Dutch woman so much as for Miss Hastings to inquire particularly after the welfare of Hans. " Why, Hiram, I really began to be afraid you had for- gotten us, or that some wild animal had got the best of you at last. And Gretchen, too ! Elsie will be so glad to see you, she wants you to show her how to make some German dish, I've forgotten what it is." "Wall, friend Alf, I reckon I'm too many for the moun- tain critters yet, them varmin are mighty skeery when Jim squeeks. Hev been pooty busy of late, that's sartin. I kind o' hungered to see yer and Miss Elsie here, an' the old woman, says she ' lets a go to Meester Hastins this af- ternoon.' Capn, I tell yer it was kinder tough a gittin on her here," and here Hiram dropped his voice confidentially toward the gentleman, "I'm sorter dazed and tired like, resting so kinder much along the trail." Elsie, who had been listening to the husband while seem- ingly occupied in talking to the wife, turned toward him with a cheery laugh, " Hiram, I never thought you would THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 115 treat your wife so, such a good wife too, as I know Gretchen is, making her walk all this distance ; why you ought to have carried her." " Curried her, curried Gretchen ! jewwhatiker ! " This was the nearest approach to an oath that Hiram ever in- dulged in. " Why Miss Elsie, Gretchen way up there, and I way down here," and the "Giraffe" acted in pantomime with his hands ; " whew ! pears to me Gretchen'd feel kinder dizzy, an folks'd think we was a cirkus, sure." " Go long mit you, great big sky scraper, make fun of you wife. Ven you vas home mit me, you vas so goot cause you vant goot supper, go long mit you already," and here the jolly woman shook her fat fist at her elongated spouse. It was always great amusement for the inmates of The Hermitage to have a visit from this couple. Both good na- tured to a fault, and yet so different in every possible way. However, Elsie, thinking Hiram might have something to say to her father particularly, began talking in an undertone to Gretchen, " And how is Hans, Gretchen, I heard he was home ? " " Miss Elsie," said the fond mother smiling all over, "ain't dot a fine boy ? Ven he vas twenty-von yahres old, dot vas last Tuesday, he comes to me, as I vas his mudder, und say, ' mudder, I vant ter see der world yet.' He is a fine feller rait straight legs." Elsie laughed heartily at this. " Go on Gretchen, Hans is a fine looking young man, we all know." " Veil den I say to him, Hans, you vas now twenty-one yahre old, an your old mudder vill give you one present for your birthday. You go to the Schneider in Melville and let yourself made a fine schwallo tail sute, und den you go to de hat macher und buy one fine hat.' Dot sute und hat cost me more as forty dollars mit a white nectye und a pair of boots." Here the good woman paused, quite red in the face with the exertion of talking. 116 THE EUSSIAN KEFUGEE. " Why, how nice that was of you, such a useful birthday present too," said her hearer, greatly amused at her voluble description. "Och! but I vas to plame, too. I say, now mein boy Hans, you see vot your m udder done for you. You make dot sute on, und go nach Millville und show you Aunt and dose Dutchmans there, vot a fine son Gretchen has got." "Hans must have looked very fine, indeed, with that new suit on," smilingly remarked Elsie, who knew Hans to be as good-natured lazy fellow, rather too fond of beer. "Ya, y a, "laughed the pleased mother, "Hans is a fine fel- ler, but he treat too much." Elsie now noticed that Hiram was making grotesque signs that he wanted to speak to her. Carefully watching Mr. Hastings, he would take advantage of any momentary inattention, to distort his visage and signify by marvellous jerks of his head that the visit was for her and not for her father. It at once occurred to her that he had some mes- sage from her cave friends, from whom she had not heard directly or indirectly since parting from them. " Father, Gretchen wants to explain to you about Hans' little trouble in the village the other night, and Hiram will come and show me how to fix a place that Zoe can't jump out of. You know you promised to come and fix it for me ever so long ago, Hiram." Hiram rose with alacrity, his face showing how gratified he was, both at her remark and also at the opportunity her tact afforded him to deliver his message, or make his com- munication, whatever it might be. Zoe was a fawn, a few months old, which Hiram had captured and presented to Elsie, and which had developed a jumping power which nothing in the fence way had hitherto been adequate to restrain. Elsie knew that Gretchen had come with Hiram much against his will, for he rarely brought her, if he wished to transact any business for himself. Gretchen's THE EUSSIAN KEFUGEE. 117 object, she surmised, was to ask Mr. Hastings to take Hans into his employment ; and as the young German had become intoxicated in the village on his birthday, and had suffered temporary detention by the justice, in consequence, this was what his mother meant when she said he treated too much. Hiram lost no time in revealing the cause of his eager- ness for an interview. He immediately, with many watch- ful glances around, with the small ferret-like, but wonder- fully keen eyes, produced a letter from one of the immense deerskin depositaries which he termed his haversacks. ''The old one sent yerthis, Miss Elsie, and told me to guve it inter yer own two hands ; an Hiram's jest the boy ter do it." So saying, he put the folded paper into her outstretched hand, which he imprisoned in his mighty palm, until he brought her other hand and placed it on the top of the letter ; then, holding both her small hands with the letter between them in the depths of his own, completely hiding them from view, letter and all, he stood for an instant in- tently regarding her, and then laughing softly to himself. " Guess Ve done it cordin' to ther old one's directions, guess that's right. Naow, Miss Elsie, read that are an' tell me what yer think." So saying the captives were allowed to emerge from the darkness of their fleshly dungeon with the white messenger between them. Elsie eagerly opened the letter and read : "MY DEAR CHILD : This will be put in your hands by the ever faithful Hiram. We have mourned much at your absence. Nadia is sad, and Sophia sheds tears at your leaving. We so wish you to come and see us. Trust Hiram, he will arrange all. The harsh winter hindered our sending to you before this. Hiram will guide you all right. Your father and doctor gives his blessing. THE EXILE." 118 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. Elsie looked up inquiringly at the countenance which she knew was watching her every motion. There was a mere suspicion of a smile on the rugged face, but he was evidently waiting for her to speak. " You know what is in this, Hiram. "When shall we go ? " The trapper smiled one of his wonted facial grimaces and answered, softly. "Tell me the writing ; durn me ef Hiram hisself kin fix it." Elsie recollected that the honest fellow could not read written characters, although he was a fair reader of print, but, the letter being unsealed, she naturally supposed he was acquainted with the contents. She read the note to him, and was much gratified in witnessing his satisfaction at the way in which he was alluded to in it. " To-morrow ? " he said, interrogatively. "Yes," she responded, brightly. "I can easily go to- morrow. What time ? " " The old one, said he, ' Hiram, bring Miss Elsie soon's you can,' an I jest telled him ' durn my butes ef I don't.' " "Well then, Hiram, I will be ready at ten o'clock. Shall we ride or walk ? How far is it ?" " Mebbe we'd better foot it, 'tain't far, leastways for folks as yerself." Hiram was very proud of Elsie's walking ability, prob- ably because she was in this such a contrast to other women, especially his wife, whose locomotive powers he held in unlimited contempt. The trapper fidgetted around nervously, as if he had still something on his mind, which his companion perceiving, said, encouragingly : " You want to tell me something else ; speak out plainly." "Wall, Miss Elsie, I du feel kinder put aeout. Twist his neck but it's sorter wrong. Blamed ef it ain't." " Just you tell me and then I'll decide whether it is wrong or not, Hiram." THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 119 Again those movements and that stride up and down the yard, where they had been talking in the warm sunshine of the early spring. Finally he paused in front of her and, looking off into the distance, blurted out : "Durn my buttons, but the old one said, 'Hiram, tell Miss Elsie from me,' thet's the old one's self mind ye, Miss Elsie ; says he, ' it may be best to blind yer eyes fur a bit afore going in ' der yer see? " The poor fellow seemed so utterly distressed at having to even hint such a thing to her, that she hastened to re- lieve him by saying : " Of course, Hiram, if the doctor wishes, I don't mind one bit." "Wall yer know," the trapper quickly added, much re- lieved at the little annoyance she manifested, " the old one, said he, ' 'twill save Miss Elsie from heving to answer onpleasant questions, cause she kin say she don't know, ef she don't.' " So it was all settled, and the fawn being duly inspected, and suggestions given and received concerning its future restraint, the two friends for such in a very real sense they were, if affection on one side, and a thorough respect for courage and incorruptible manhood on the other, can con- stitute a basis for friendship returned to the room where they had left Mr. Hastings and Gretchen. The latter seemed in high spirits, for Mr. Hastings had agreed to take Hans into his employ, on condition that he agree to leave his wages in Mr. Hastings' hands to be banked for him, clothing and necessaries being bought for him when needed ; " but he can have no money until such time as I consider that he is cured of this abominable bar-drinking habit." "Danke Meester Hastings. Hans must do it already. Ach I vas to plame. Mein boy is a fine feller, only he treat too much. Ya, ya, he treat too much yet." CHAPTEK XH. SUBTERRANEAN HISTORY. BEFOEE departing, Hiram had arranged to meet Elsie at a certain unfrequented spot about a mile from the Hermitage. She did not inform her father, for he had left her free to act as she saw fit in reference to this matter. Early the next morning she was selecting and putting in shape some little presents which she had procured for her friends of the cave weeks before, in anticipation of this visit. Then she took a brisk walk in the bright spring air, for March was almost gone, and winter had gracefully yielded to the more genial season. Of course, it was to be expected that the grim white frosted old veteran would occasionally return during the coming few weeks, in order to note how his fair-haired son, with the rosy cheeks and sunny smile, was behaving himself, before he surrendered matters to him entirely ; but he had not shown his face for several days. " Wall, du tell, Miss Elsie, yer tripped along so kinder light and quick that I sorter thought'd mought be a rabbit or fawn, and put up squeaking Jim here," patting his gun affectionately, "ready like, yer see." " "Why, Hiram, you don't mean to say you would have shot me for a rabbit. I think I had better wear a bell round my neck so as to warn you of my coming, another time." "No no, Miss Elsie, Hiram niver shoots tall he sees what kind o' game is er going to drop." " Well, then, I hope you'll always take a good look before you point squeaking Jim in my direction." THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 121 " Miss Elsie, ef squeaking Jim iver points at any critter thet critter's gone shure." It was no idle boast, for the hunter was considered the best shot around. His strength of hands and extraordi- nary eyesight gave him almost unrivalled skill as a marks- man. Hiram proposed to walk on ahead so as not to attract notice to them, in case they should meet any travel- lers, Elsie to saunter leisurely after until she observed him halt, as a sign to her to stay at that point on reaching it, until further directions. The country was quite familiar to her she had been over the same part frequently, al- though it was out of the line of ordinary travel. " I wonder where the entrance to that cave is ; strange that it has not been discovered by some of the long-time dwellers here ? " she said to herself. After keeping the tall form of the trapper in sight for about a mile, she saw him suddenly pause for an instant, raise his right arm, and then vanish from her sight. So sudden and totally unexpected was his disappearance, that the young lady was startled ; but, recovering herself in a second, she started briskly forward toward the spot, laughing heartily to her- self at the celerity with which the guide's tall figure had been hidden from view. Reaching the place she peered around in search of any opening or chasm or hollow where Hiram might be hidden, but in vain. No living thing was in sight she seemed to stand alone upon a little mound which gave a pretty fair range of view for several rods round her. There were clumps of stunted bushes here and there, and she not unnaturally supposed the trapper might have glided along the ground to one of these, and she knew he was agile enough for anything. She stood viewing the landscape, and trying to identify different dis- tant points so as to get her bearings, when, in turning finally, in the direction from which she had come, she saw the trapper's tall person between her and the horizon. 122 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. His uprising was as surprising and unexpected as his downgoing, but here he was close to her, advancing with something else than squeaking Jim in his hand this time. It looked like a flag, and he carried it as an enemy might bring a flag of truce to the commander of the opposite forces. Only a silk handkerchief of some foreign pattern the supposed flag proved to be, and this, Hiram, with many apologies, asked that she would bind over her eyes, before they proceeded any further. He seemed to be devouring some internal chagrin at having to ask such a thing. Elsie cheerfully did as requested. "It will be like playing at blind man's buff again, Hiram. There, I am as blind as a bat, and you will have to lead me." "Miss Elsie," said the trapper, solemnly, "I'd ruther'd lost squeaking Jim than ter hev to fix yer in this sorter style, blamed ef er wouldn't." Whereupon Hiram lightly touched her arm, saying, hus- kily, "you'll exquize Hiram, but mebbe if I tooken yer hand I kin sorter show yer the way easy like." " Just the thing, Hiram," Elsie promptly answered, sym- pathizing with the poor fellow's vexation at being a party to what he considered an unpardonable imposition upon the young woman. " You know we walked many a long mile when I was a little girl this way. You don't forget the long trips we used to take together ? " " Sh'd think er did member' em. True's preachin', Miss Elsie, yer was a streak er sunshine in Hiram's old life, liv- ing alone an hunting critters." " That was before you met Gretchen," said his compan- ion ; " she makes sunshine for you now ? " " Gretchen, wall mebbe she does," repeated he, slowly, and as she thought, somewhat doubtfully. " Mebbe she does, but 'casionally the sun pears to hev forgot to riz, or cloudy or suthin' ; yaas Gretchen's sunshine's pooty good when it's not streaked with thunner an lightning." THE KUSSIAN KEFUGEE. 123 Hiram here paused in their rapid walk, -which had been taxing Elsie's breathing capacity to the utmost, al- though he thought how nicely he had succeeded in mov- ing forward, as he expressed it afterward to Gretchen, " suthin' like er snail, jest to soot her." Saying softly, " Yer'll not be scared," he whistled a few notes so marvel- lously like the whippoorwill that his companion was start- led at finding the bird so close to her, and then laughed at her own mistake, remembering how he used in other years to delight her childhood by his wonderful mimicry of the different cries of the denizens of the wilds and woods, the " folks in fur an feathers," as he termed them. " Mind yer foots, Miss Elsie, we're kind er goin' down hill here." She followed his lead with perfect confidence, conscious that they had left the daylight and were prob- ably underground. Presently she heard him strike a light and could half distinguish the flash of it through the folds of the silk. The world changes when we cover the sight. The other senses are sharpened immediately, and the whole inner life seems pressing to the surface, asking, as it were, to be enlisted in the service to substitute the lost vision. Peerless sense of sight, what can atone for thy ab- sence? Nothing on earth. How tenderly and helpfully we should feel toward those who walk the sun-lit earth, shrouded in night seen, but alas ! unseeing ! After about ten minutes' almost silent travelling in what the chilly, damp atmosphere convinced her was a subterranean pas- sage, her guide, who had only spoken a cheering word now and then, suddenly stopped and exclaimed joyfully : " Here we be, Miss Elsie ; durned ef I bain't thundering glad too, so'ser put that pesky thing off yer eyes." So saying her faithful pioneer carefully untied the knot and restored her vision. Somewhat blinded at first by the light, dim as it was, she stood a moment to recover her balance and then opened her eyes widely to find the old 124 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. familiar room and objects which had, during those few weeks of her cave life, become so dear to her. " Slava Bogu " saluted her ears, and a small form com- ing swiftly out of the shadows seized her hands and kissed them eagerly, first one, and then the other. Taking Sophia in her arms the visitor kissed her fondly, and "Slava Bogu," said another well remembered voice, as she turned to be warmly greeted by Nadia. All the English expressions which these two had learned from her were speedily brought into practice, and indeed she found that the girl had added considerably to her stock and could hold quite a conversation. As far as possible, considering the verbal limitation, questions were asked and answered, and the two Russians were made happy by the presents which were brought for them. A handsome necklace and warm, pretty shawl for the young maiden, and a small gold watch with her name engraved on it for the mother. Elsie felt that she would not dare to offer direct remuneration to the cave Patriarch, for on hinting such a thing while un- der his care, his brow had darkened and he informed her that to his race the laws of hospitality were sacred, so she adopted this plan of showing in some degree her gratitude. Hiram had disappeared on the entrance of the others, with- out even waiting for her to recover clear vision. But another was soon added to the group, and the friendly hand of the Exile clasped hers, and his paternal kiss on the forehead with the words "welcome my daughter" made her feel thoroughly at home. She looked at him earnestly. "With that rare grace of manner and dignity of demeanor she thought he was indeed the finest example of majestic age she had ever beheld. The mild features, wreathed by the snowy hair and beard, seemed on this oc- casion unusually benignant. And the voice so full and mellow had little of the tremulousness of very advanced life. THE RUSSIAN EEFUGEE. 125 " We have been pained at your lengthened absence, my dear child, but we knew of your welfare." "Oh, I have thought of you all ever so often," returned Elsie, warmly, " and I am so glad to be with you again." " Hiram brought you quite safely. He is a faithful fel- low and much attached to you and your father." " One of the best men in the world. He has known me ever since I was three years old. Yes, he took every care of me, even to blinding my eyes," she said, smiling. They all laughed at this, even Sophia and her mother seeming to comprehend the point. Nadia soon left, but Sophia seemed as if she must hold on to the newly recov- ered treasure, and held her hand fast, sitting by her side. " I should have asked you, my child, to visit us before this, but it was difficult during the severe winter to reach here without hardship, and also another reason which I will explain." At a sign from him the little maiden rose reluctantly to leave the apartment, but she cast back such yearning, tear- ful looks at Elsie, who also looked distressed, that the old gentleman relented, and at a word from him in Russian she eagerly resumed her former position by her friend's side. " Sophia knows so little English, and as our conversation must be in that tongue, her presence will not matter." Sophia was so delighted at the favor that she rose, and passing to his side took his hand reverently in both hers, pressed her lips to it fervently, and then resumed her seat. " I have for some time wished an opportunity to explain to you, my daughter, much that may have surprised and perhaps vexed you. I refer to the concealment, the mys- tery, which seemed to characterize our dealings with you. Why should we live in a cave apart from the outside world ? Why be averse to answer questions ? Why refuse to per 126 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. mit your friends to visit you, or even know your location during your residence here ? Why ask that you consent to be blindfolded while being led to this place ? These and many other questions must have often occurred to you, both during your stay with us and also since. I am pain- fully aware that our conduct, especially in the last two in- stances, must have appeared suspicious, unreasonable, and even cruel." He paused for a moment, and his hearer at once ex- claimed earnestly, " Oh, no, no, not cruel. I may have thought these things were peculiar and strange, but never unkind or cruel for a moment. You could not be that." " Thank you, my dear, for your confidence in us, and to- day I purpose showing you that your trust is not mis- placed. We do live peculiarly and unlike other people, but there are abundant reasons for it. I told you I was an exile. I am more. I am also a refugee ! " She started, which he, observing her keenly, noticed at once, and repeated a trifle bitterly, " Yes, a refugee from justice, that is," he added, seeing her look of distress, " Eussian justice, which in any other country on the globe would mean injustice, despotism, tyranny." " In my youth," he resumed, after a pause, which she did not try to interrupt, so completely did he seem to be lost in thought, " a hot-headed student at college, I joined a radical club in St. Petersburg, which had for its object the civil and political freedom of our beloved country. The members were drawn from the students' ranks principally, and it numbered in its fold some of the best and bravest blood Eussia could boast. We were reckless and inexperi- enced, and owing, I must confess, largely to our own indis- cretion, we finally became objects of attention to the police. To be once suspected in Eussia is to be con- demned in advance, and all that the authorities then desire is an opportunity to bring the victim to trial, in order THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 127 that by a legal farce they may be able to formally indorse the sentence long before passed on the accused. But with the vast majority of suspected political offenders in my country, this trial, farcical as it is, is not public, for the citizens at large are assumed to have no interest or rights in the matter. It concerns the government alone. However, to lessen the fatigue of listening, let me hasten to explain my own connection with the ' Scarlet Circle,' the name of our society. Each member was obliged to take a most impressive and stringent oath weighted with penalties from mutilation to death, according to the offence to obey un- questioningly all commands of the council whatsoever- You will say it was madness to take such an oath, and it was, but we were full of enthusiasm and generous ardor, deeply feeling the hideous wrongs under which our country was writhing in agony in short, we were young, and when does youth reason ? I said we were indiscreet and young, but our enemies were old, crafty, and as silent as the grave, they encouraged indirectly our meetings and inflammatory utterances, gradually weaving around us the meshes of one of the most astute and wide-reaching systems of surveillance that exists on earth, not even excepting that in Paris. The end might easily have been foreseen. It was the old story of the moths and the candle. One night the police swooped upon us, as an eagle on its prey, and with the exception of some five or six, who by sheer strength and some favoring opportunity from the confu- sion and darkness, captured the entire society. It was a special meeting called to consider a measure which we had long contemplated, but now proposed to take measures to carry out. Not a man was absent, and the success of the authorities was complete, with the few exceptions men- tioned, of which I happened to be one. I weary you with this long story, in which naturally your young life cannot feel much interest." 128 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. "No, indeed, I am intensely interested and curious to hear the rest," returned his listener, whose thoroughly absorbed manner and attitude during the recital proved the truth of her statement. The old man smiled in a way that showed his gratifica- tion and at once proceeded with the history. " How we managed to hide ourselves from the persistent and relent- less agents of the government is not pertinent to my story to relate, at least not at present. It taught the St. Peters- burg police and the Czar's army of spies and secret agents that they were not omnipotent, for they were com- pletely foiled. Of those arrested, after the usual travesty of justice behind closed doors, it was publicly announced that forty conspirators against the peace of Russia had been convicted and sent to Siberia for life. The rest suf- fered various terms of imprisonment, so the 'Scarlet Circle, ' those in power fondly believed, was destroyed root and branch. Unfortunately, on account of the Circle, I had a short time previously been brought specially under the notice of the police and was now diligently sought for. Doubtless every house in the city was entered in the search for me and my comrades, but, as I said before, in vain. Although every avenue leading fro,m the capital was watched by sharp eyes, yet we managed to escape and reached other countries. I came to America, very doubt- ful if I could ever live safely in my native country again, but yet more determined than ever to work for her en- franchisement. It requires opposition to develop the la- tent resources of humanity. " In spite of the immensely powerful machinery under control of the authorities ' Scarlet Circle ' societies sprang up everywhere. Within a year after my leaving Russia there was not a town of any importance in that country but had a branch of the secret organization, whose symbol was the blood-red ring. There were hundreds of political THE ETJSSIAN KEFUGEE. 129 refugees in this country who, like myself, had escaped from the tender mercies of the Czar, and sooner or later became members of the association. Indeed, they were eager to join any body or engage in any work which had for its ul- timate object the relief of their Fatherland from the de- structive rule of an iniquitous despotism, which regarded the people as so many rightless feeders of the rapacious imperial house with its army of conscienceless myrmidons. On account of my previous experience I was soon elected as chief of the 'Head Circle' on this continent. We had constant communication with each other and with our friends in Russia. What occurred in our circle was soon known in every other, the world over, for we have members wherever Russians live. Finally I was summoned by the controlling council to return to Russia and join in their deliberations. So very many years, over forty, having elapsed, I did not much fear recognition, and yet despotic governments never forget. The memory of hate is tena- cious. I had some misgivings at going and leaving my wife and son, for I had long years before met and married a native of sunny Italy, and my only child was a boy of tender years. But my oath was sacred, and having prom- ised obedience, I should have gone even if the danger had been very much greater than it really was. I was not recog- nized, for comparatively few of my foes who had known me in my former experiences were living. I remained some months in the metropolis of the empire, and executed sev- eral urgent and perilous commissions for the Grand Chief. Singularly fortunate in my enterprises, I seemed not even to have drawn suspicion on me, when one unlucky night, leav- ing the council chamber with credentials and special instruc- tions for a provincial council some hundreds of miles away, I felt that I was being shadowed. " As I was to start for my destination before daylight next morning, and should probably be absent several weeks, 130 THE EUSSIAN REFUGEE. I felt confident in ultimately outwitting the police, even supposing they had recognized me, which was hardly likely, if I could elude the foe who was now dogging my footsteps. The case to me was plain as daylight. I was suspected. The government hounds were on my track, and I was to be run to kennel with abundant evidence on my person to send me to Siberia for life. All the horrors of that north- ern servitude, separation, worse than by death, from my family, now looking for my near arrival home, stared me in the face. To go to the Siberian mines would be burial alive a tortured existence, with no hope of escape but by death. I resolved at once that I would not be taken. I was well armed and I would defend myself to the last. To proceed to my lodgings would be fatal, so nothing was left but to try and lose my follower in the varied windings which one as familiar with St. Petersburg as I was could easily make. After a couple of hours spent in this attempt, but without avail, I knew that matters must speedily be brought to a crisis, for my conveyance left for the West at two o'clock, and it was now after twelve. On, on, like a sleuth hound came that untiring enemy. Now and then I caught a glimpse of him, but he was wary, and gave me no fair chance to determine his special character, although I was satisfied from his bearing that he was a government detective and a man, I judged, of about the same age as myself. " 'Heaven help him, then,' I said to myself at length, 'he must die for the good of Kussia.' I shrank from taking life unnecessarily, not being naturally bloodthirsty, but I would not go to Siberia, and at the same time by suffering myself to be arrested implicate my associates by the opera- tion of circumstances which would then be beyond my control, giving a clue to their identity and residence. I at once made my way rapidly to some vacant lots in the sub- urbs, and not very far from my lodging. Here I decided THE RUSSIAN BEFTJGEE. 131 to conceal myself until the spy came boldly to the front and showed his real intention. I soon found shelter be- hind an old wall, on one side of a small parade ground, which had been deserted for some time. In a few moments my relentless pursuer came up and stepping cautiously from the shadow into the imperfect moonlight peered anxiously about. There was no time to hesitate ; in a mo- ment more he would see me, so I resolved to take the in- itiative, and sprung toward him pistol in hand. "'"What do you mean,' I exclaimed, 'by following me in this way? what do you want with me ? ' " The man stepped back, seemingly startled by my sud- den appearance, but immediately recovered himself and covered me with his weapon. " ' Outlaw ! ' he hissed, venomously ; 'I know you ; the game is up ; surrender on your life ! ' at the same instant throwing open his loose outer garment and displaying his badge as a captain of the secret police. At once his identity flashed on me, and I remembered him as a man who had professed great friendship for me in my early experience with the Circle, and after the arrest had shown himself par- ticularly zealous in collecting evidence against the captives and in instituting rigid search for those of us who escaped. Too late we discovered that he was a spy in government employ, and so well had he dissembled that he was once ballotted on for admission to the order. " Many an oath had I heard registered to take the life of the spy Rignault if opportunity ever offered, and here was the man now facing me in the moonlight, with a sneer of triumph distorting his hateful features. Yes, the recog- nition was mutual, although his discovery of my personality had doubtless been made some hours before. I rapidly reasoned that he was too eager to capture me and so earn reward and promotion by the arrest of an old offender for there was a standing price upon my head and so 132 THE EUSSIAN REFUGEE. would not fire unless as a last resort ; so when he again summoned me to surrender, at the same time advancing upon me, I rapidly raised my pistol and fired at his head point blank. So sudden had been my movement that he had not time to anticipate me, although as my bullet en- tered his brain his weapon was discharged, but the ball failed to touch me. He fell prone, and without pausing to examine further I fled the scene, and making my way rapidly to my lodging, was within an hour speeding away from the city. My passports having been carefully pre- pared and signed through the influence of a member of the Council, who was related to a prominent official, I had com- paratively little trouble in reaching my destination. Here I executed my commission, and on telling my story it was decided that it would be madness for me to remain in the Czar's dominions any longer, and so after one or two narrow escapes from capture, I succeeded in reaching this country again and was reunited to my family. I soon received in- formation from Kussia that Kignault had informed the Bureau of Secret Police of my presence in the capital, and that plans had been taken to capture me the next day, but that he, seeing me leave the Circle rooms, had somehow di- vined that the prey was about to escape, by one of those in- tuitions which detectives and policemen sometimes have, and determined to follow me and, if necessary, make the arrest himself and so forestall any possible intention on my part. When his body was found, it was at once surmised as to the author of the tragedy, and search was being instituted everywhere. I should probably be traced to America, and requisition would be made for me as an escaped mur- derer, so I was warned to keep out of sight for a time at least." The aged narrator paused, and fixing his piercing glance upon the young lady, asked, in a low, impressive tone, " Can you marvel at my isolation from the world, or the THE KUSSIAN KEFUGEE. 133 mystery and secresy which surrounds and envelops me and mine ? " " Oh, dear, what a wonderful life, what an eventful his- tory, but surely you are safe now. All these dreadful things happened so long ago, the Kussian Government has forgotten, has it not ? " said Elsie, trembling with emotion and interest, for the singular story had impressed her al- most beyond expression. "No, my child, not so. Governments never forget. Individuals pass away, but governments or dynasties en- dure, and their memories are eternal. In my country, if I can be said to have a country, political offences are neither forgotten nor forgiven. True, I am no longer hunted for, as I am naturally supposed to be dead, but should I again appear to the world, strange questions would be asked, my nationality soon discovered, and some travelling fellow- countryman would carry the tale. Besides, I have a cer- tain task to do in forwarding this great work going on in ' Europe, and especially in Russia, looking to the destruction of despotisms and the elevation of the oppressed masses." " But surely, surely, you are not a oh, it cannot be, I will not believe it of one so good and kind," exclaimed the impulsive hearer, clasping her hands together fervently. " Let me say it for you, that dreadful word which your gentle lips refuse to utter. My daughter, I see the word in your mind Socialist. That word is not so bad when it is spoken, is it?" said the old man, smiling. "Yes, I am afraid I am, but not in the sense perhaps that you under- stand it. Some time when you come to appreciate the full iniquity of our rulers and our hideous wrongs wrongs enough to make the very stones rise in bloody mutiny then you will have a kinder feeling toward the poor So- cialists. But let us have some refreshment and then I will show you the cave as I promised so long ago." Giving signal by clapping his hands, presently Nadia 134 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. and her daughter appeared bearing the necessary things, and soon a substantial lunch was spread upon the snowy cloth. "Sophia, you must sit by me," said the young lady. " I must see as much of you as I can while here," to which the young Russian, who had been summoned from the room before the patriarch's story ended, to help her mother as Elsie supposed, joyfully assented, but her parent, with due regard to the proprieties, urged that they should wait on the table, and lunch by themselves after- ward. " No, indeed ; please let me have my way for this once," pleaded the guest ; "let us all dine together and help our- selves it will be much nicer so. " And, of course, she car- ried her point, and a very joyous little party they were. Elsie was delighted to be able to use her Russian again, and with the skilful aid of the exile, who, like most of his educated countrymen, was an accomplished linguist, she succeeded in mastering the pronunciation of some words that she had in vain attempted under Sophia's tutorage. But where was the other member of this simple-hearted kind family Adolph whom she had never seen ? She would fain have asked after him, but somehow shrank from doing it. The burden of her gratitude weighed upon her, for she knew that he had been the chief instrument of her rescue, and she longed to thank him. She saw signs of him everywhere, for most of the ingenious things which had attracted her attention and admiration in the room, Sophia had informed her, were his work. Indeed, the young Muscovite thought there was nobody quite equal to " Un- cle Adolph," as she called him, for she soon learned to substitute the English word uncle for the Russian word of the same meaning, which she had first used in speaking of him to Elsie. " Uncle Adolph " was her hero, and the lit- tle maiden rang his praises constantly. THE RUSSIAN EEFTTGEE. 135 Elsie found the cave much more extensive than she had anticipated, and indeed more interesting. There were about thirteen chambers or apartments of varying size, and some of the lime formations the stalagmites and stalactites were " grandly beautiful," so the visitor expressed herself. The cathedral, as the largest room was named, for each com- partment bore some significant title, was magnificent. It had an arched or dome-shaped roof, which glittered like a firmament of diamonds ; crystals, icicles, pendants, curious and grotesque forms countless shapes of the sparkling material reflected the torchlight in every direction. It was to Elsie a very Aladdin's palace of wonders, and her brain was fairly bewildered by the treasures which nature had so lavishly scattered on every side above and below. Then there was the waterfall, and the grotto, and the council chamber, and the " Last Supper," having a singu- lar resemblance to the celebrated picture bearing that name. The whispering gallery, too, was remarkable in its acoustic conditions, rivalling the noted circle in the London Cathedral. Altogether Elsie was exceedingly pleased with her visit, and sorry when the time warned her to prepare for the homeward trip so as to reach the Hermitage by dark. " Oh, I do wish you could know my father ; I am sure you would like him, and I have often heard him express the greatest sympathy with the oppressed people in Kus- sia. I heard him say once, after reading of the brutal act of some official there, that if he lived in Kussia he would be a Socialist," said the young lady, clasping the hands of her host warmly at parting. The old man's eyes sparkled, and a faint tinge of deep- ened color came to his face, as he answered : " Did he, indeed ! then I hope things will so point that we can meet, and that very soon. Farewell, my dear daughter, may the angels guard you. We shall soon meet again." 136 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. Hiram now appeared on the scene, as the exile departed, and again apologized for binding her eyes. "Really, I rather enjoy it, Hiram, and it prevents my seeing the dis- malness of this passage," was her cheerful response. The homeward journey was similar to the outward, only after parting from her Hiram followed at a moderate dis- tance, keeping her in sight until she reached her own gate. CHAPTER XTTT UNWELCOME VISITORS. ONE morning, shortly after Elsie's visit to the cave, Mr. Hastings was summoned to the parlor to meet a stranger. A plain, matter-of-fact-looking person, dressed like a me- chanic, greeted him on his entrance. " Mr. Hastings," he began at once, before the gentleman had time to speak, " if you will close the door and assure me that we are away from other ears, I will disclose at once the object of my visit." The owner of the premises was rather disconcerted for a moment and looked scrutinizingly at his visitor, but seeing no cause for suspicion in the calm business-like face and manner of the other, promptly recovered his ordinary self- possessed bearing. Closing the door carefully, he said : " Be seated, sir, we are entirely alone ; that is, so far," he added, cautiously, "as ordinary conversation is concerned." The stranger smiled at the last words, and evidently ap- preciated the hint they were intended to convey. " Your suspicions are natural, but will disappear when I inform you of the purport of my visit." "Please proceed," said the host, calmly. "I am await- ing your statement." " I am an English detective, and am in this country on the track of a criminal," promptly returned the visitor, fixing his eyes keenly on the gentleman. " I understand that you were robbed a few months since, and have failed as yet to obtain any clew to the identity of the burglar. Is that cor- rect ? " 138 THE RUSSIAN EEFUGEE. "His; but I fail to see any possible connection between your escaped criminal and the attempt on my house." "Be patient," responded the other, coolly; "I have good reason to believe that they are very closely connected." " Indeed," said Mr. Hastings, now thoroughly interested ; " but upon what do you base your conjecture? " " Pardon me if, from prudential motives, I do not give you the full details of my investigations so far, as they are not quite completed, but I am gradually weaving a network around this accomplished scoundrel from which he will find it exceedingly difficult to extricate himself. I come to you for a missing link in the chain of evidence." "But even supposing your proofs are complete for con- viction, where is your man ? First catch the hare before you proceed to cook him, I should think." "I can put my hand on him at any moment I choose ; but, as time is valuable, let us proceed. Are you willing to answer my questions ? " " Certainly, so far as they have a bearing on the subject. I am a magistrate myself and am always wilh'ng to aid any officer of the law in the discharge of his duty," said Mr. Hastings, whose doubts were now entirely dissipated. In the succeeding half -hour the detective, by a few adroit questions, succeeded in obtaining all the details of the rob- bery of the desk, so far as the proprietor knew them. " Thanks, Mr. Hastings, these points will help me con- siderably and may indeed prove the missing link in our chain ; but the fellow, it seems, did not succeed very well, after all ? " "No ; so far as cash was concerned his booty was small, but he carried off some valuable papers." " But why should he have gone right to that desk, un- less he knew of your habit at some time of keeping money there ? " said the detective, meditatively. " That is the singular part of it, for I did keep cash there THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 139 at one time, sometimes in considerable amount, but have not done so lately not for some years." 'Your servants know that you frequently have large sums in the house, and probably are aware of your place of deposit." " I suppose some of them are, but I have no reason to suspect any of them. So far as I know, they are honest and above all suspicion." "So far as you know yes," said the stranger, a little sarcastically ; " but, my dear sir, if you had been a detective as many years as I have, you would trust no one until the proofs of integrity were piled ' Pelion on Ossa.' " His hearer looked up surprised, for the man spoke with a precision and accuracy which was unusual with his class, and then answered : " Heaven forbid that any experience should ever be mine which should give universal distrust of my fellow- men." " Humanum est errare" quoted the detective to his won- dering listener ; " but we must take care that they do not err too much, or good-by to our chances." Thanking the gentleman for his courtesy and informa- tion, the Englishman closed his note-book, in which he had carefully entered everything of any importance communi- cated by the master of the villa, and took his departure, saying that he might possibly call again or send for further information before very long. "I suppose you would allow me, if I should deem it necessary, to examine the servants, especially the govern- ess ? " he asked, while standing on the doorstep. " Certainly, I have no objection to any measures neces- sary to subserve the interests of justice," was the answer, and the officer sprang into the waiting cab, and was driven rapidly away. A week later, Mr. Hastings was again asked to meet a 140 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. stranger in the parlor, and responded to the summons promptly. Elsie, who had been in the room when the visitor entered, and had retreated at once, met her father in the hall, about to enter, and detained him for an in- stant. " Father, he is a most peculiar-looking fellow. He quite startled me at first, his eyes looked so like " she said, in a whisper. "If I did not know it was impossible, I should be certain it was he." " Don't indulge in baseless fancies, my dear. It is the English detective, I have no doubt, that visited me last week. He is a peculiar man, and has a history, I should say, that might be interesting, at any rate, he is much better educated than most of his class. However, I must not keep this dreadful fellow waiting, good-by." "But, pa, take care of yourself. Mrs. Wagrani said she saw the other man last week, and didn't like his appearance at all." "I am not a bit surprised at Mrs. "Wagram talking so, but when did my fearless daughter begin to grow timid. A young lady who could live among total strangers for three weeks and then pay clandestine visits, alone and un- protected since, keeping all her friends in the dark, surely cannot be afraid of anything." Elsie knew by the expression of her father's face that he was speaking mainly in jest, and yet, in spite of herself, her lip quivered and her eyes filled with tears. " Oh, father, you know how gladly I would tell you all, if I possibly could, but " " There now, Elsie, you know I would not hurt your feelings for worlds ; we two know each other too well for that. You will explain everything to my satisfaction one of these days, I am confident. I only spoke so, to scare away your timid fit which is unlike you." Kissing his forehead, she pushed him toward the parlor THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 141 door, saying, " Now go and see your detective if you must ; good-by." On entering the room Mr. Hastings was astonished to find an entire stranger instead of his interviewer of last week. So impressed had he been with the idea that he was to meet the English detective, that he could not help show- ing his surprise in his manner. This the new-comer no- ticed at once, for his quick restless eyes seemed to let noth- ing escape ; and yet Mr. Hastings thought that he avoided his full gaze. Whether his daughter's words had exerted any influence or not, he could not help receiving the same impression which she did. "You did not expect to see me, Mr. Hastings, I perceive ; that is, you expected another man, did you not ? " "I certainly did, but perhaps you have come in his place ? " " I am, that, but when did he say he was agoing to come again ? " "Well, he did not say he was coming back at all, posi- tively, but might do so, or possibly would send." "That's jolly right," said the listener, with a gratified manner, still rolling the eyes around furtively "an' he's sent me." " And what is your name, please ? " " Name ! Oh, Lukens ; yes, Lukens, at your service." " Your name is not Lukens, or I am mistaken," thought the gentleman; "but I suppose detectives have as many aliases as the scoundrels they try to bring to justice." " Well, Mr. Lukens, what do you wish this morning ? " " Ah, yes, business before pleasure, that's correct" The fellow's assurance was so irritating, that his hearer felt strongly inclined to order him out, but he controlled his feelings and suffered him to proceed. " Perhaps, then, you will be good enough, Mr. Hastings, to go over, ah, well, recapitulate is the word," and he 142 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. smiled in a satisfied way as if pleased with himself at having found such a fine word. " Kecapitulate," he repeated, "I think, covers the ground, so that I may know precisely yea precisely 's the word, precisely, what my pal no not that " " Confrere" suggested the hearer, who was now really amused. " Confrere ? " said the other, slowly, as if handling a new species of verbal monstrosity for the first time, and a little afraid it might bite him, or might express something oppo- site to his wishes. " Colleague, then," again interpolated Mr. Hastings. The visitor seized it with the avidity with which a trout snatches a fly, when temptingly offered. " Colleague, that's the word. What fine things words are, Mr. Hastings, when you get 'em right, an' I'm blowed if you haven't a purty good stock on 'em, and all hummers too, I'm blessed if they ain't." " So you wish me to inform you of what your colleague did while here ; is that it? " " Blessed if it ain't right to a trivet." This appeared reasonable and, although somewhat sus- picious, the gentleman, who was becoming rather impatient, gave a detailed account of what had transpired at the in- terview with the previous detective. The listener lost not a word but carefully noted everything in his case book, a new one, with the words, Case Book No. 5, showily printed in gold letters on the outside, and which he took good care should be seen. " So, ah, Madam Wagram Wagram, I think you put it ? " Mr. Hastings nodded ; " this lady was not examined ? " " No, and perhaps you would wish to interview her," said the gentleman, who was anxious to escape. "Just the thing, and we need not detain you, Mr. au Hastings. Let me see this Mrs. Wagram, please." THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 143 So the housekeeper was summoned, and Mr. Hastings left them, saying : " Mrs. Wagram, this gentleman is an Eng- lish detective sent to obtain information concerning the robbery of my desk. Will you please give him an account of it as far as you know ? " When alone with the Frenchwoman the detective's man- ner changed completely, and he became obsequious and even fawning. "I am pleased beyond measure to meet a lady of your intelligence and a French lady, too noted all the world over for their wit and observation. I know you can tell me everything, for I have heard of you before, and how very lucky the family here is to have you to take charge of things." The result was, the delighted lady's tongue was loosened and she literally told him everything ; told him where the family plate and valuables were stored, where money was kept when in the house, and also the fact that the follow- ing week the proprietor and his daughter were to be absent on a visit for a few days ; and she confided that she meant to take advantage of the circumstance to go and see her married sister who lived about twenty miles off. " Of course I shall only be away for the day and shall re- turn in the evening, Monsieur, for I must take great care of the house when Meester Hastings and Mademoiselle are away." " Now, Mrs. Wagram it is a shame, a burning shame to keep you confined so. You lose your bright color and that complexion for which your countrywomen are so famous," said the detective, gallantly. " Why not stay two days at least with your sister. The house is safe enough I'm sure. We're watching the house, and I assure you, my dear Madame, it is absolutely safe. Go and stay two days. It would be cruel to go twenty miles and back on one day. Why you couldn't get half your visit out." " Oh, how I should like it ! Dear Annetta, she say to me 144 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. last time, ' Ma sceur, you must come one week.' Oh, I am only afraid Meester Hastings will not let me go only for one day." " Don't tell him anything about it. If the house is safe that's all he cares for. Jest you go." "And Monsieur you be really watching la maison truly la verite ? " "Yes, my pal I mean my colleague and me, we never takes our eyes off it night or day. Looking for this thief, you see. Why, the house's as safe as if it was in the Queen's Palace." Having obtained all the information desired and also a half promise from madame that she would take the two days' holiday with her sister, the detective departed. Mr. Hastings and Elsie the following Monday left for the city to pay the long postponed visit to Mrs. St. Johns and family, Elsie to remain for two or three weeks and Mr. Hastings to return at the end of the week. Within an hour of their departure Mrs. Wagram was en route for her sister's abode, having made up her mind to spend two days at least before returning. That night the Hermitage was entered by burglars and the family plate, some valuable jewelry, and other things taken, besides some $300 in money. The total loss was about $3,000. The robbery was skilfully accomplished and the booty carried off, and not a trace which could avail as a clue to the per- petrators of the act left behind. A diamond cross worth $1,500, an heir-loom of generations, was among the miss- ing valuables. This, with several rings, bracelets, neck- laces, and earrings, some of which were very precious, both from intrinsic and associative value, were deposited in the strong closet in Mr. Hastings' dressing-room. The jewel- box containing them was taken away by the thieves, in all probability, without being opened. The robbery was evidently the work of professionals THE RUSSIAN EEFUGEE. 145 who had knowledge of the interior arrangements of the building. No one sleeping in the house was disturbed, and not until late in the next morning was it suspected that the mansion had been invaded by midnight prowlers who " had at their leisure worked their pleasure," as James Martin, the coachman, pithily put it, when informed by his sweetheart, the upper housemaid, of what had taken place. " Indeed, James, and it's just dreadful, it is, and Mrs. Wagram away too ; and, poor soul, she'll cry her eyes out when she hears it, she jest will." " Jane, in my opinion Mrs. Wagram never oughter have gone away from home and the master being away." " But, law bless you, James, she couldn't have stopped them thieves, s'posing she'd been here, now, could she? Women can't fight, and she sleeps as sound as any on us." This was unanswerable, but yet James, who was not too fond of the fussy Frenchwoman, held privately to his first opinion, although he would not dispute the matter with Jane, whom he well knew was much attached to the house- keeper. So, wise man that he was, he improved the shin- ing hour of leisure in furthering his courting interests and having a delightful talk about pleasant matters with the girl of his heart. When Mrs. Wagram did return it was pitiable to behold her grief. She cried and moaned like some poor denizen of the woods when wounded by the cruel sportsman. She was implicitly trusted by the family and she returned their trust by all the affection and devotion that her Gallic nature was susceptible of. " Oh, Jane, I shall die ; oh, ma tete, ma tete I " clasping her head with both hands. "Je suis tres mal." Then, a new idea seizing her, she started up. " Oh, that villain that one traitor. Je crois. Oh le grand bete le diable ! I will kill him, I will." " Why, Mrs. Wagram, what is it who do you think of 10 146 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. where is the villain ? " said Jane, bewildered, and wishing that James was there to explain matters and tell her what she had better do, for she really was afraid the impetuous Frenchwoman was going crazy. " Le villain le grand villain ; why the detective to be sure. He no detective he one grand robber. Je suis sure, je suis." Jane, who knew nothing about the communications made by Madame in a moment of vanity and confidence, in the full belief that it was all right, or at least safe enough, was more puzzled than ever, and looked anxiously toward the door in order to be sure of an exit in case a violent fit on the part of the excited housekeeper should render re- treat advisable. But Mrs. Wagram after a while quieted down, and although most of the time dissolved in tears, yet resumed her ordinary duties with increased alacrity, for she was a notable housekeeper, and a capital manager, in spite of her vanity and eccentricity. Mr. Hastings returned about Thursday, having been hastened by a letter from Mrs. Wagram, telling him, amid numerous expressions, mostly in French, of sorrow and re- gret, of what had occurred. "It is too bad," he said to his daughter, " but this poor woman seems to blame herself, and I cannot see how she is to blame. That cross I intended for your wedding pres- ent when that day arrived, as I suppose it will. It was your grandmother's, and I meant to have had it reset." " Don't let that vex you, father ; my wedding is a thing of the very uncertain and remote future, if ever at all, and I really don't like crosses anyway, even if they are diamond. It isn't as bad as if there had been a fire and we had lost all." It was with some difficulty that Elsie was persuaded to remain longer at the St. Johns'. She would much have preferred to return with her father for several reasons, but THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 147 especially on Mrs. "Wagram's account, to whom she was sin- cerely attached. But Mrs. St. Johns wouldn\ hear of it, and she was forced to remain for a few days longer. The young people at the city mansion were very fond of society, and Elsie found herself in a round of balls and festive gatherings that taxed her nervous system, vigorous as she was, and made sad inroads upon her time. She lit- erally found time for nothing like study or thought. But study and thought were at a discount in the Si Johns mansion, where, during the season, life passed in a whirl of excitement and so-called pleasure. Not but what the country maiden enjoyed the change for a time ; but her healthful habits were too strongly established to submit to such a complete subversion of former customs. It was a positive relief to her to steal away from the parlor, or easy room where Mrs. St. Johns received her milliners and dressmakers, and indeed where she and her daughters spent a good part of their leisure and have a good talk with Mr. St. Johns in the library, about some favorite author or some place which both had visited or known. The talk up-stairs about the gay world and its costumes, the petty scandal which is retailed among fashionable people, and empty small talk, was sometimes so unendurable that she felt as if she must go somewhere to breathe. If people talk at all, it must of necessity be of what they know, and the light surface life of gay city dwellers affords much material for conversation in the form of amusing so- ciety episodes and personal peculiarities which obtrude themselves daily within the charmed circle. Then, again, the drawing-rooms of fashionable life are by no means bar- ren of intellect or destitute of thinkers, for these are some of the many fields in which thinkers glean, and some of the brightest utterances, most brilliant flashes of genius and keen mental scintillations veritable coruscations of wit and fancy are thrown off during these moments of 148 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. relaxation and leisure, when the brain is stimulated by the dazzling su/roundings. Yes, the subtlest play of the im- agination is often witnessed on such occasions, but it is usually the offering of some casual visitor at the shrine, not that of the constant devotee. Like the rare floral ornaments often seen at such places, the rich products of very different conditions than those presented by the glare and gas and impure unhealthy at- mosphere so the intellectual jewels and flowers of thought occasionally delighting one at fashionable gatherings, are usually from afar, the products of solitude, the study, the solitary ramble amid nature's own oracles the healthy offspring of careful observers and profound reflectors. These occasional pilgrims to the temples of pleasure, these whilom perusers of the motley page, these laughing phi- losophers, furnish condiments which season what would otherwise be a very insipid dish, even to those who by daily partaking have inured their palates to its flavor. " You must really persuade your father to sell the ' Her- mitage,' my dear, and come and live in the city. It is not safe for you there. Just think of two robberies in one sea- son, and then your detention or imprisonment. There now, don't be excited, I must call it by its right name, for those people couldn't be really friends when they would not al- low you to inform your friends of your whereabouts. Friends indeed! enemies I should call them, to keep you from your own father and other friends who were almost frantic to find you." " But, my dear Mrs. St. Johns, I could have left the very next day had I so chosen ; besides, you know, a bird unwil- lingly kept in a cage doesn't often return after being re- leased, and I have been to see these enemies, as you term them, and had a most enjoyable visit." "No, Elsie, don't tell me that you went to see those people again. It cannot be possible," said the horrified lady, THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 149 rising in her astonishment from the fauteuil in which she had been reclining ; the young ladies in various easy atti. tudes and neglige costumes, sitting near, engaged in fancy work. " Oh, mamma, how delightful ! How I should like to have gone with you, Elsie. Do tell us all about it ! " said Alfa- rina, clasping her hands enthusiastically. Angelina, whose curiosity was as strong as her sister's, thought it necessary to look reproachfully at her. " Alf, how can you talk that way ; besides, Elsie is still bound by her promise, no doubt," the latter words uttered with the delicate sarcasm for which she was noted. "But, my darling, did your father know all about it? Surely you didn't venture alone ? " "I would have gone alone," said Elsie, simply; "but I didn't know the way, and so Hiram you remember Hiram conducted me." "Hiram, that great awkward ogre ! I cannot believe that you went alone to a strange place with him. I wouldn't trust him as far as I could see him." Elsie looked hurt " Mrs. Si Johns, I would go with him to China, and would trust him with my life anywhere. He is fidelity itself." "Fidelity long drawn out," interrupted Alf. "I beg your pardon, Elsie ; go on." "Long fidelity at any rate," resumed Elsie, smiling at the sally, "for I have known him all my life." " Yes, my dear, but it is so different knowing such people as a child and knowing them as a young lady. I daresay he is very honest, and all that, but he is certainly no fit com- panion for you. You must let me speak to you plainly, for you have no mother, and I regard you as a daughter." " Thank you very much, Mrs. St. Johns, but really you cannot understand Hiram as I do, and father thinks almost as much of him." 150 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. It was the renewal of an old battle, for Hiram was no favorite with the St. Johns family. To them he was a gaunt, uncouth, crafty sort of wild man of the woods, and they could not possibly understand him, as they only looked on his exterior, and that was unattractive enough. City people almost necessarily have a different standard of comparison for humanity from country folks. For in the country, em- ployers come into more direct and personal contact with their employes, and with the working classes generally, than is possible in the city, and the man or woman is judged and estimated less for their appearance than for their quali- fications. Elsie's training had given her this deeper knowl- edge, this insight, and she knew that there was more genu- ine humanity and true manhood under the trapper's rough exterior than under many a fine city gentleman's expensive and elegant attire. Indeed, she vastly preferred the common sense utterances of many of these rustics, with whom she was often brought into conversational contact, to the vapid, silly simperings of the ordinary society beaux. She rather enjoyed setting society at defiance, and while her instincts always saved her from doing anything really unladylike, yet she frequently broke the conventional rules and usages, es- pecially where they trenched too closely on the liberty of her sex. It was keen enjoyment to her to witness the aghast man- ner in which poor Mrs. St. Johns, who was trammelled hand and foot by society a slave of etiquette listened to her description of the visit to the cave. The meeting the hun- ter on the lonely moor, and following his lead so far, and then the climax horror of horrors ! binding the eyes with the silk, and permitting herself to be led blindfolded through the darkness into the dwelling. To the sisters it was like a fairy tale. Alf loudly expressed her delight, while Miss St. Johns preserved a discreet silence and demure air. " It is really dreadful, my child ! Why, if this was known THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 151 your reputation would suffer terribly ; your father must be mad to permit such things. I must write to him at once." "He knows all about it, for I told him, and some day I am going to take him with me at least the Patriarch said I might after a while." " The who ? " ejaculated both girls, at once. " "Who did you say the patriarch who's the patriarch ? " Elsie blushed, conscious of having made a slip of the tongue, but immediately answered, "Oh, I mean the old gentleman who owns the establishment." But they were in great glee at having, as they thought, captured part of the secret which she had guarded so sedu- lously during all these months ; and so the patriarch was frequently on their lips, Roland especially asking her on all occasions when she had heard from the patriarch, etc. The city visit was cut short, however, for at the beginning of the third week, Elsie received a note from her father, saying that Dr. Seaman and his English friends were in New York, and expected to be at the Hermitage by the end of the week. Mr. Thompson, it seemed, was accompanied by both his daughters, Ellen having, at Seaman's urgent so- licitation, agreed to join the party at almost the last moment. Mrs. Thompson would not venture on the voyage, and so was to take advantage of the vacation to visit an only sister living in Newcastle, who had long been urging her to visit Northumberland and the lake district. It seemed the party had stood the voyage well, and were in the best of spirits. So Elsie decided to go home at once, to play hostess, in spite of the remonstrances of the St. Johns family, who wished the Thompson and Seaman party had been detained by adverse winds, so that they could not so soon rob them of their guest. At least this was Roland's gallant senti- ment, and there was no dissentient voice. However, Elsie felt she must go, and go she did, arriving home the day before the guests were expected. CHAPTER XIV. TRANS-ATLANTIC VISITORS. " WELL, Cousin Elsie, it seemed as if I never was going to see you again," said Dr. Seaman, saluting the young hostess on both cheeks in a truly cousinly manner. " Mr. Thomp- son, let me make you acquainted with the best girl in the world that is," glancing quickly toward the young Eng- lishwomen, " in the western world." " Too late, Dr. Seaman ; but really, from the glowing ac- counts he has given us of you, Miss Hastings, he should be ashamed to try and qualify his remark," said Louisa, as she and her sister were cordially greeted by Elsie. The travellers were rather fatigued by their journey from the metropolis, and readily agreed to the suggestion of the young hostess to retire for a couple of hours to their rooms, and come down to a five o'clock dinner, it now being about three. "Do not disturb yourselves until you hear the bell, which will ring half an hour before the dinner is served, giving you ample time to make your toilet," said Elsie, as she left the sisters in their apartment. Five o'clock, or rather half- past five for Elsie purposely delayed the dinner to give the guests another half-hour's rest found the whole pjy.'ty at the table ; and a very merry party they were, indeed. Anecdotes to relate of the voyage, impressions of the new world, and the differences in cus- toms and manner, giving abundant material for light, easy conversation, kept all tongues busy. The genial Englishman and Mr. Hastings having met once before in London, nat- THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 153 urally enjoyed the occasion, while the young ladies and Seaman kept up an unceasing fusilade across the table. " Why didn't you answer my last letter, Elsie ? I have a bone to pick with you about that ; and such a beautiful letter as it was, too." " Such a letter, so full of conceit and assurance. I really didn't feel myself worthy to write to such a dignified indi- vidual." " You wouldn't have thought him conceited if you'd seen him last Wednesday, during the storm, Miss Hastings ; pale as a ghost, and so woe-begone," remarked Louisa, while her sister looked at him commiseratingly. "Yes, I'm sure, poor fellow, you would have forgiven him all his sins had you seen him, Miss Hastings." "Keally, your sympathy repays me for all I endured, Miss Ellen ; I confess I must have been a sorry-looking mortal, for I felt bad enough. However, Neptune has no more claims on me ; I paid him in full of all demands." " But were you not sick, Miss Thompson, or your sister ; surely you did not escape ? " " Let me tell the story, Elsie," returned Seaman, quickly ; " Miss Ellen, I verily believe, was not sick at all ; one of the lucky few, but Miss Louisa, well but I'd better not tell." " You didn't see me sick once, sir, and I was on deck every day. Don't mind your cousin, Miss Hastings, he's only trying to spoil my record as a worthy seaman." "If you were not sick, how was it that you only appeared at dinner during the last three days ? " " Because I didn't like the cooking, and the odor of the saloon was nauseating, but you only make the charge from hearsay, not being present yourself to note my absence." " Miss Ellen, you must decide between us ; I appeal unto sar." Knowing very well that Csesar herself was not at din- 154 THE KUSSIAN REFUGEE. ner more than half the time, preferring to remain on deck ; besides, he fondly imagines, Miss Hastings, that Ellen would be sure to notice him whether she was aware of my pres- ence or not." " Indeed, I think you were a pretty sick pair, and I can't give either of you much credit for sea-going qualities," said Ellen, quietly. " That's right, Ellen. You and I were the only sailors of the party," remarked Mr. Thompson, " but we really had some most abominable weather, although we made uncom- monly good time." Mr. Thompson after dinner walked about the Hermitage grounds with his host, and pronounced it a most delightful place. " But what a singular style of house ; it seems to belong to no special order of architecture. When was it built ? " "About seventy years ago, or rather more than that, for it is almost fifty years since the builder sold it, after occupying it himself for many years. I judge it must be fully eighty years old." " The man who built that mansion, Mr. Hastings, was no common man, or at least I should say, it was erected with no common object in view. Why, it bears some resem- blance to an old-fashioned dagger in shape." " Oh, no, surely not ; I always supposed it was meant to resemble a cross." " Take my word for it, the man who erected your house had more faith in daggers than crosses. Don't you see the point, I don't mean of my remark, but of the dagger?" On close inspection the proprietor acknowledged the point, for the long building behind, which formed the blade of the dagger, according to Mr. Thompson, and the stem of the cross, according to the hitherto accepted view, was really brought to a curving point, although it had not been specially noticed before by anyone, so far as the THE EUSSIAN EEFUGEE. 155 present proprietor knew, and during the summer was al- most hidden from view by dense shrubbery. The English- man was much elated by his discovery and manifested a little pardonable vanity in dwelling on it. "I am naturally antiquarian in my tastes, Mr. Hastings, and my father before me, too, had the same fancy for the antique, and as a boy I used to go poking about old abbeys and ruins in studying them, and tracing up the history of such places, by the windows as they successively changed from a mere slit or arrow shape, through succeed- ing stages of architectural development, to the arch and other graceful forms of later clays." " Elsie, Mr. Thompson has made quite a discovery on our old place here." " Indeed ! why, I supposed everything was known that could be known about it." "Let me ask you, Miss Elsie, what shape or form you think this building is ? " " Our house ! why, a cross ; I think it can be seen quite clearly if you stand on the knoll at the end of the gar- den." " No, Miss, you're wrong, quite wrong ; it's a dagger, and a foreign dagger, too." " A dagger ! Why, the end of the stem is too round or blunt for a dagger, Mr. Thompson ; surely you must be mistaken ! " " Ah, my dear, that is what has served to deceive you all. The dagger is in a sheath, which is generally blunt or curved at the extremity." "Let us go and see this discovery of father's," said Louisa, springing up, and all passed through the library window into the garden, led by Elsie, who was as eager as anybody to verify the statement if possible. On ascending the mound they obtained an excellent side view of the house and all agreed at once that the intention of the arch- 156 THE EUSSIAN REFUGEE. itect was one of the two forms named, but they were about equally divided as to which one. The three ladies held for the cross, although Elsie conceded that her conviction was not so strong as before, since the possibility of the dagger form had been suggested, while the host now fully agreed with his guest, and marvelled that he had not ob- served it earlier. " I suppose I heard someone say it was a cross and took it for granted that he knew," remarked the proprietor. "I sometimes think that more than half that we have been ac- customed to accept as true on the say so, or teachings, of others, would, if thoroughly examined and tested, be found to be without any reasonable foundation." " Yes," assented the Englishman, " and if people began to use their faculties and weigh evidence, how much of the accepted doctrines, dogmas, dicta, and hitherto considered facts in popular systems of sociology, politics, etc., would last a month ? " " Truth, with a large admixture of error, has seemingly always been the food of mankind, and it may be that the mental and moral digestion would not tolerate the pure article, at least at this stage of development, no more than the physical system seems able to assimilate foods or carry on its digestive process thoroughly without a certain pro- portion of waste material mixed with it," returned Mr. Hastings. "But you gentleman seem to think that you have estab- lished your point your dagger point, I mean whereas you are only a minority, the majority, the intelligent majority, still holding on to the cross," archly insisted Louisa. " But here comes Dr. Seaman, fresh from his after-din- ner ramble," said her father. " Seaman, what does this building remind you of ? " " If I were still in Europe I should say a cross, but here it would seem singular to build a private house in such a THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 157 form unless the man was very high church ' indeed, or else a Roman Catholic." " But it was built, so far as I can find out, by a Russian," said his uncle. " Was it ? Then undoubtedly it is meant for a cross, for that is the commonest symbol in Russia." " Let me shake hands with you, Dr. Seaman," said Lou- isa, with mock gravity, after a little peal of triumph had been uttered by the ladies. "I knew you could tell a cross from a weapon of war." In vain Mr. Thompson tried to point out the suggestions of ornamental clasps as shown in the stone-work, also the scroll- work where the blade entered the sheath. " Yes, and here is a circular projection to represent the ring by which the dagger was attached to the person." It was no use ; the majority, exulting in their new ally, refused to be converted. Elsie, however, after the mention of the Russian origin of the building, could not help thinking of a certain pict- ure, evidently an allegorical composition, in which a dag- ger of curious workmanship was shown piercing the centre of a blood-red circle. She remembered this as one of the strange things hanging on the walls of the cave, and she could not help wondering if all Russians preferred the cross exclusively as a symbol. The inmates of the Hermitage were delighted with their new guests, and tried in every way to make their visit a pleasant one. They intended visiting Niagara Falls and other prominent points, and even, if time allowed, to cross the continent and see the Yosemite and other wonders of California and the Pacific coast. Elsie and the young Englishwomen agreed charmingly, and after Ellen's reserve wore off, so that her true, gentle nature could be appre- ciated at its full value, Elsie became greatly attached to her, and she half suspected a certain cousin of hers held similar or warmer sentiments toward the fair Briton. 158 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. Elsie and Seaman were one day conversing by themselves, and they soon found they had touched on an old but favor- ite topic the adaptability of different temperaments to each other. Elsie mischievously hinted that, in spite of his theories, she expected soon to have a new cousin in the person of the frank, energetic young Englishwoman with whom he had had the adventure, as narrated in his letter. "I know it will be a struggle between your philosophy and your affections, Cousin Warren, but when did phil- osophy get the better of love ? " she laughingly asked him. " You mean that Louisa and I resemble each other, being of similar dispositions and temperament? That is true, my sapient cousin, for we are both of the vital tempera- ment, and of the sanguine persuasion." " Then she is not your what is that learned expression of yours that you were so fond of ? " "Physiological complement," interposed her cousin. " Oh, yes, physiological complement. Then she is not your ' physiological complement ? ' Upon my word, that is a pretty pet name to apply to a young lady. I think I must tell Louisa." "But I told you she was not my physiological comple- ment," persisted Seaman. "Then how dare you pay court to a lady who is not your 'physio, com./ which is short for the jaw-twisting phrase ? " quickly remarked Elsie. " Prove it. I deny the allegation and defy the allegator." " Well, then, I know who is your p. c., and it may be you have been trying to throw sand in my eyes, you sly boots, you. The young lady has a sister, and it may be that with her, love and philosophy can harmonize. I shall watch you, sir," pointing her finger at him mischievously. Under her seri-o-comic look of accusation she was de- lighted to see the color spring to her cousin's face, and THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 159 indeed for a moment he seemed utterly nonplussed by her change of base, but he soon resumed the defensive. "My dear Elsie, even your bright optics may not be sharp enough under such severe conditions ; let me offer you a pair of eye-glasses for the purpose in view," at the same time producing a queer looking pair of magnifying lenses from his pocket. " Don't trouble yourself, sir. What my eyes cannot detect in this matter won't be of much account ; besides, I may en- list some other optics, as you call them, in this noble service." " Success to you, fair coz, and when you find out my p. c. please introduce me." Dr. Seaman listened favorably to his uncle's suggestion that he should open an office at Melville, although he con- cluded not to decide until thorough investigation had been made. He was much discouraged at first by the number of physicians already located, but Mr. Hastings soon showed him that this drawback was more apparent than real. From various causes, which have been alluded to before, the bulk of the practice had fallen into the hands of about five men, who were most of the time crowded with work. The new- comer might have up-hill work for a few months, but the prospect was that at the expiration of a year he would be in active practice. " The truth is, as I think I mentioned in my letter, we are in a sort of crisis with regard to our medical men here, and a good, conscientious, temperate physician coming in will have nearly as good a chance as the older practitioners. Several of our doctors have been spoiled by success and fallen into bad habits, and the best families will not employ them. Even if they should reform it would be long ere they could regain the confidence of the community, and in any case would probably do better in a new place," said the owner of the Hermitage when his nephew approached him on the matter. 160 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. Seaman was not at all familiar with the neighborhood, having only been there once before for a couple of weeks when a boy, but Elsie, knowing the region thoroughly, soon posted him concerning everything of importance, and they and the two English girls had a variety of most delightful walks and drives far and near, so that he soon felt quite at home. "Uncle," asked he at dinner one clay, "I think this is the only place I have ever seen, that is a private residence, having a circular enclosure. The house is in the centre of a perfect circle, and yet you have straight fences enclosing the entire property, which seems to be square or rectangular." " I noticed the same thing as the doctor, and was a little curious about this circular fence. I confess I rather like it, for it is uncommon. How much land have you enclosed in the circle ? " queried the English guest. " Somewhere about fifteen acres," returned the host, " but the circle was not my own choice. I found it so enclosed and left it. It was a whim of the former proprietor, the man who built the dwelling." "I do not wonder at your leaving it alone, uncle, for it would have been a formidable thing to have removed or altered a solid stone wall like this which composes the cir- cle." " No doubt that was the chief reason for its remaining undisturbed," said his uncle, " for Mr. Whitely, from whom I purchased the place thirty years ago, told me it was al- ways an eye-sore to him, as it made his fields such awkward shapes." " I notice the wall seems to have been painted on the in- side ; rather a useless expense, I should think, for a stone wall," remarked Mr. Thompson. " True, and of all colors in the world, it was originally painted red, which Mr. Whitely, on taking possession, cov- ered with a deep brown, and occasionally I have given it a THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 161 coat of the same color ; but, as you say, it is a useless ex- pense, and I do not think I shall continue it." Elsie, who had listened to the latter part of the conversa- tion with dilated eyes, observed eagerly, as her father ceased speaking : " Mr. Thompson, I am a convert to your opinion. I am satisfied that this house was built intentionally in the form of a dagger." "Bravo ! Miss Elsie," said the guest. " I knew a sensible girl like you would take the right side eventually. Now the rest of you had better surrender while the door of mercy stands open." "Why, Elsie, what has brought you round so suddenly? But we don't propose to abandon our colors in any such dastardly manner, do we, young ladies ? " asked Seaman. " No, indeed," returned Louisa ; " ' Britons never will be slaves.' We stand by the cross." " An evangelical sentiment, even if not necessarily a pat- riotic one," said her father. " Elsie, you said you were satisfied that the house was intentionally built in the form of a dagger. Will you ex- plain what you mean by intentionally ? " asked Mr. Has- tings, regarding his daughter keenly. She blushed painfully, and hesitated for an instant. Her cousin, perceiving her embarrassment, came to the res- cue. " Oh, uncle, isn't it a little cruel to ask any young lady for an explanation of her emphatic utterances. She wished merely to impress her hearers that she had a reason for changing her mind, which, some wicked people say, is a little unusual with the fair sex." Elsie looked half gratefully and half saucily at her cousin, as she answered, "Well, father, I did think I saw a reason for the building taking this shape, but, as it is a mere sur- mise, I had better verify it before making it public." She 11 162 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. really felt thankful to Warren for so dexterously giving her time to recover herself, though she was well aware that her explanation would not satisfy him. " I wish Dr. Seaman would give us his authority for the quotation he used with reference to woman's reasons," Louisa Thompson remarked, with an assumption of offend- ed dignity. "I really cannot do it, but it is a common saying that no woman ever gives a reason for changing her mind." " Ah ! a very different thing from not having a reason. Men cannot always be trusted, and so wise women keep their own counsel, which probably exasperated some weak- headed individual of the sterner sex into originating this saying, which is so greedily seized on and quoted by his brethren." This reply produced considerable merriment at the table, especially when Seaman replied : " Weak-headed individual and his brethren ! Isn't that a little personal? " "Present company excepted, of course," Ellen said, quietly, looking at the doctor. " That depends on the motive which prompted the quo- tation. If an evil one, then I move that the sentiment of the valiant defender of her much-abused sex stand approved as delivered, and no exceptions be allowed, present or ab- sent," promptly answered Elsie to Mr. Thompson's great delight, who shouted : " Bravo ! bravo ! no chance for you, Seaman, not one bit, unless you apologize." Seaman tried to look comically penitent and at once dis- claimed any evil intent whatever in his remarks, but Louisa declared that there was a vicious look in his left eye which flatly contradicted what his lips uttered, and urged that his apology be refused. It was finally agreed on, at Mr. Has- tings' suggestion, that he be condemned to pay a penalty THE RUSSIAN EEFUGEE. 163 commensurate with the offence, said penalty to be decided by the young ladies after mature deliberation. The next morning the guests started on a two or three weeks' trip to Niagara and the West, accompanied by Dr. Seaman, and the inmates of the Hermitage found themselves again alone. The curious coincidence of the red-painted circular fence and the dagger-shaped building in its centre, with the pict- ure in the cave, caused Elsie much reflection. She felt now that at the dinner-table she had rather hastily drawn a conclusion on insufficient data ; yet the more she thought the subject over, the more she doubted its being a mere coincidence. But she regretted her rash expression, which she was aware had much surprised her father, al- though he made no subsequent allusion to it. His confi- dence touched her deeply, and she longed for the time to arrive when she could tell him everything and no longer have any secret from him. There had been such very open relations between them in the past that the present im- posed reticence was peculiarly irksome to her. She now felt almost feverishly impatient for another visit to the cave so that she could examine the picture again and find out something about it also, and, more important still, that she could in some way or another contrive that her father and the " Refugee," for so he had spoken of himself, should meet, and her beloved parent share the confidence in rela- tion to these interesting strangers which she herself en- joyed. CHAPTEE XV. PACE TO FACE AT LAST. " GOOD morning, Mr. Hastings," said a memory-rousing voice, as that gentleman was about to enter his grounds after a brisk early walk in the balmy spring air. "Might I detain you for a few moments before you go to the house ? " " I remember your voice, but cannot recall your name nor face," said the owner of the grounds in a puzzled way, as he sharply regarded the other. The stranger raised one hand to his long flowing gray beard and the other to his cap and both disappeared in a twinkling, and the astonished observer beheld the calm, res- olute features and bushy head of the English detective who had first called upon him. Mr. Hastings recoiled a step and then advanced almost threateningly, as the other thought. " What do you do here ? What do you want with me ? Have you come to prepare for another robbery of my premises ? " " Pardon me, Mr. Hastings, my intrusion on you, and I will pardon your remark. I regret to know that you have again suffered at the hands of that accomplished villain, but surely you are not justified in connecting me with your misfortunes." " Did you not call on me a few weeks ago and make various inquiries, leading me to believe that you were an English Bow Street officer, a special detective sent out here to arrest a notorious criminal who had escaped from Brit- THE RUSSIAN EEFUGEE. 165 ish justice, and who, furthermore, you declared had un- doubtedly robbed my desk ? " The other merely assented by nodding his head, at the same time restoring his cap and beard to their former places. The gentleman went on : " After taking full notes of everything connected with the desk robbery, you left, saying that in a few days you might return and question the servants, especially the governess." The other again assented. "A week later another detective " (and here the speaker emphasized the word scornfully) "called on me and repre- senting himself as your colleague, did, with my permission, examine the housekeeper to such good effect that, a few nights later, my dwelling was entered and thoroughly robbed, and by parties who knew the premises and had carefully laid and executed their plans on information pre- viously obtained." The countenance of the visitor as the narration pro- ceeded, so far as could be told, concealed as it was by the great beard and slouched cap, expressed unbounded sur- prise, succeeded by a smile of satisfaction or admiration, the irritated and indignant observer could hardly tell which, as Mr. Hastings told of the visit of his colleague and sub- sequent successful robbery. As the narrator paused, almost choked with anger, which his strong self-control could hardly keep within bounds, the stranger burst out with : " By George, that was the sharpest trick I ever heard of. I'm blessed if it isn't/' " I don't doubt it. Of course, you admit it, and consider it very cleverly done. Pray, what share of the proceeds did you receive ? " " I understand you perfectly, my dear sir, and pardon your suspicions. In fact, after hearing your story I don't wonder at them at all, but, the truth is, this clever rascal has stolen a march on me, and actually, while in the very 166 THE RUSSIAN EEFUGEE. meshes of the law which he has so frequently outraged again and again, has played a successful ruse worthy of Napoleon. I respect him for it, Mr. Hastings. I always admire the man who can outwit me." This was said with an undisguised professional admira- tion of the sharp trick which had been played, that half disarmed his hearer for the moment. "In your enjoyment of the success of your accomplice you forgot to answer my question as to your share in the proceeds, or swag, as, I believe, you gentlemen call it ? " The detective regarded the speaker with a twinkle in his eye, which denoted ill-suppressed merriment, but without the slightest shade of resentment at the insulting imputa- tion, and then, seemingly mastering his risibilities by an effort, answered : "Mr. Hastings, can you in common reason suppose that, were I ' particeps criminis ' in this affair, I would voluntarily put my head in the lion's mouth ? Why, man, you could arrest me at once on suspicion and so defeat all my plans. No, sir, you have been deceived by a consummate actor and thief, who, knowing of my presence in this country, and surmising its object, and also knowing, by some means which I cannot at present divine, of my visit to your house, determined to circumvent me by a master-stroke, and fill his pockets at the same time." "Then you disclaim any connection with this thieving gang, and still insist that you are a bonafide detective ? " " Most emphatically I do, and if you will accompany me to my hotel in Melville, where my valise is, I think I can satis- fy you by unmistakable evidence of the truth of what I aver." " Well, then, I must hold my judgment in suspense, but warn you that I can hold no official relations with you, nor admit you again to my house on any pretext whatever, until I am fully satisfied of the truth of your claims. You must concede that I am justified in this course by recent events." THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 167 " All right, but I shall take it as a favor if you will afford me an early opportunity of verifying what I have stated, as in your capacity of J. P. I may have to apply to you for authority to make some arrests before long. To be frank with you, a gang of English burglars and forgers have crossed the ocean, and I am one of four detectives \vho are in pursuit, with the intention of extraditing them as speed- ily as possible. They have engaged in profitable work here, as the entry on your premises clearly shows." " Bat why not arrest them at once, if you know them, and also where they are, as you certainly stated to me at our first meeting ? " "For several reasons, of which the principal is, that our chief, with the necessary documents to authorize arrest and application for extradition, has not yet arrived, and so all we can do is to watch the game." " But why not arrest them on suspicion and hold them until your chief arrives ? Perhaps I asked you the question before, but have forgotten your answer." " You did, and I will answer more fully than I did on that occasion. If I did arrest these men, they would im- mediately fee a couple of your sharp, tricky lawyers who would dare me to produce my proofs, and these not im- mediately forthcoming, the magistrate would release the prisoners at once, and then our game would be up ; for, hav- ing been compelled to show our hands, all chances of success would be gone. Now I have been frank with you, which is an unusual thing for a detective, I assure you ; but I trust to vour honor that everything that has passed between us will be kept sealed in your own breast, and I on my part in return for such favor will leave no effort unmade to restore you your property and convict the robbers." So saying the officer or robber, whichever he was, raised his cap, saying, " Au revoir," and departed leaving his hearer in serious doubt whether it was not his duty as a 168 THE EUSSIAN REFUGEE. magistrate to endeavor to secure his arrest and detention until he could prove his identity. However, the strong doubt in the man's favor, which had been increasing during the last few moments of conversation with him, paralyzed any such intention in the gentleman's mind until it was too late to put it in execution. On Mr. Hastings' return to the house, he found Elsie in her walking-dress, apparently just waiting his arrival before starting out. " Father, I just waited to say good-by, as I shall prob- ably not return until evening." "Why, my child, isn't this a rather sudden freak? I thought you were to spend to-day in the garden arranging those new flower-beds ? " "So I was; but Hans brought me a note from an old friend, who wishes to see me, and so I thought I would postpone the flower-beds until to-morrow that is, if you don't mind." The fact was, Hans since early morning had been watch- ing and making sundry sly visits to the house on one pre- text or another, in the hope of seeing his young mistress alone, in order to deliver to her the precious note intrusted to him by Gretchen, with many cautions to give it to no one but Miss Elsie, and when no one else was looking. " Now Hans, mein one son, you tooken dis lettaire to Meese Elsie und put ento her hands youself. An den, Hans, your mudder will haf somedings goot for you dis nacht." And Hans, who was very fond of "somedings goot," re- solved that Miss Elsie should have that letter, and no one else. Hans, under Mr. Hastings' new system with him, had managed to keep sober longer than since he became his own master, and was doing very fairly as under-gardener and man of all work. The truth was, that Hans was merely one of a large class who are decent people so long THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 169 as they are under rigid discipline, but who have not de- veloped yet to the point where they can control their appetites and govern themselves. Grown-up children are not by any means uncommon that is, people in adulthood, with all the child's ungoverned im- pulses, with none of the controlling power which maturity commonly gives. It becomes a nice question whether the state should not stand in loco parentis to such unfortunates, and keep them in leading-strings of legislative control, so enmeshing them by legal bonds that they cannot go very far astray ; controlling, too, with iron hand the scoundrels who reap a golden harvest by pandering to the weaknesses of their fellows. Elsie's letter was from the patriarch, asking her to visit them again, as he had something to communicate to her which he knew she wished to hear, and saying that the same arrangements would be made to conduct her to the cave as before. It particularly asked her to come on the day of receiving the letter, if possible ; otherwise, the following day at the same hour. Elsie was too anxious for another visit to delay, and so prepared at once, merely awaiting the arrival of her parent before starting. " Elsie, my dear child, I know it is something in which you are much interested, or you would not give up our garden plan ; but to-morrow will answer just as well for the plants. May you have a pleasant journey to the unknown, for I suppose it is there." " O father, you don't know how anxious I am to bring this secrecy to an end between us. However, I hope some- thing will grow out of this visit." The young woman soon reached the same point where Hiram had been awaiting her before ; but this time no Hiram appeared. Was she too early, or had the trapper forgotten ? Yet she felt certain that the faithful fellow would sooner have waited 170 THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. all clay than put her to the inconvenience of waiting ten minutes. Presently in the distance she saw some one coming, and she sat down on a convenient log to await the hunter's arrival. " It is about the same time as before," she said to herself, looking at her watch ; something must have hindered him. But as the traveller appeared, she became doubtful if it really was the "Giraffe." " No, it is not Hiram. Who can it be ? I have surely seen that figure before that firm, strong walk, that rather proud bearing." A moment more, and the new-comer had raised his cap in salute, revealing the strong, manly features of the energetic stranger, -whose skill and courage had proved so efficient on the night of the fire. " Miss Hastings," he said with a smile, but somewhat dif- fident air, rather at variance, she thought, with the calm self-reliance which had excited her admiration at their former interview. She started up impulsively, and offered her hand. " How glad I am to have an opportunity at last of thank- ing you for your courage and tact in helping us from that terrible fire ! My father has long wished to meet you and thank you, and so have I." His face glowed with evident pleasure as he grasped the extended hand. "Believe me, Miss Hastings, no commendation goes so far as yours in rewarding me for the little I was able to do on that occasion." " I don't know what we should have all done, if it had not been for your self-control and presence of mind. Why did you go away so abruptly, and gave no one a chance to thank you ? " "I will tell you as we go along, for I believe we walk in the same direction." THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 171 " Do we ? " she said, with a puzzled air ; "I came here to meet a friend," and here she hesitated, as if in doubt. "And are not quite satisfied to take a substitute," he said, anticipating, as it were ; but immediately added : " Oh, no, I do not mean that ; but you would like to know by what authority I claim to be a substitute." A new thought struck her. "Did you really come here in place of ? " "Hiram," he supplied quickly with a meaning smile. "Yes ; and although I can never hope to equal the gallant ' Giraffe ' in his manifold accomplishments, yet if Miss Hast- ings will trust me, I will do my best to lead her safely to her destination." " But do you know where I am bound for ? " she asked quizzingly. "To the cave to see the 'Exile' and Nadia and Sophia," he answered promptly, looking at her fixedly, as if to note her surprise and the effect of his words. She was indeed surprised so much so that for a moment she could not find words to respond. " So you know them too. Is it possible ? How strange ! I thought they had no acquaintances outside." " Neither have they, so far as I know, with the welcome exception of yourself," he returned, still regarding her with that meaning glance which she could not understand. She felt bewildered, almost irritated, like one who has lost the way, and still in the darkness gropes painfully for the path. All at once a great light burst upon her, and her countenance fairly beamed as she uttered, confidently, " Then you must, be Mr. Adolph are you not ? " "I have that honor ; for it is an honor to bear a name so kindly remembered by Miss Hastings." " How glad I am at last to meet one, face to face, to whom I am under such obligations ! " "Please don't use that word please don't ; it jars on my 172 THE RUSSIAN EEFUGEE. feelings painfully. It was the star-pleasure of my life to have been able to serve you. But if you can trust me now, suppose we move in the direction of the cave." Cheerfully assenting, they moved forward in the direc- tion she more than half -remembered ; but, instead of leading- some distance ahead, her companion walked by her side, busy answering her eager questions regarding her rescue from the ravine and removal to the cave. So absorbed had she been that she was startled when the gentleman halted abruptly, saying : "Miss Hastings, you are not afraid of the dark, are you ? But I know you are not." " Not a bit. This is the place for the handkerchief, I suppose. I don't mind at all. You know I have been through it before." "I shall not bind your eyes, Miss Hastings, nor exact any pledge whatsoever ; we feel quite safe in your hands." "I really think you had better bind my eyes please do." " If you really prefer it, I will do so." So saying, a silk bandage was produced and skilfully adjusted, and in a few moments she felt that they had quitted the upper air and were in the subterranean passage. " Thank fortune, here we are, safe and sound ; and this intrusive silk must cloud your bright eyes no longer, Miss Hastings," her companion said as they halted. And Elsie found, with the restored sight, the familial- surroundings and the pleasant faces of the cave friends eagerly crowding round to greet her. " Slava Bogu," said Nadia, while Sophia seized both hands of the visitor, saying in pretty fashion, with just a slight accent, " How are you very good?" Elsie kissed the little maiden, and then was warmly greeted by the venerable master of the underground house : " My daughter, pleasant as the spring to see you again. Adolph brought you safely ? " looking with parental pride younger man. THE EUSSIAN REFUGEE. 173 " Yes, indeed, and I was so glad to meet Mr. Aclolph at last, and to have a chance to thank him ! You know how much I wanted to see him, and tell him of my gratitude ; " then turning to Adolph, " You must allow me to ask you why you did not come to see me, or put in an appearance while I was here so long, or at my last visit." "I will tell you as we are going home," he said evasively, coloring like a boy under her glance. Indeed, she noticed the singular combination of confi- dence and diffidence, of courage and timidity in the charac- ter of this interesting stranger. She had an indefinite memory of observing a similar union of traits before, but could not quite recall where. She saw at once that Adolph was the idol of the cave-circle, and had a contagious good- humor that seemed to spread sunshine through the apart- ment. Although it was late spring, the great fire still glowed in the fire-place ; but the " Ancient" informed her, in answer to her exclamation of surprise at this, that it was necessary for ventilation and to keep away dampness. " We keep some fire all summer, and find it very pleasant, too, in the evenings ; for our cave is much cooler than any upperground house, and correspondingly warmer in win- ter." "Father has shown the cave-rooms, or at least part of them, Miss Hastings ; but perhaps you would like to see a new chamber which I have cleaned out since you were here," asked Adolph. " Oh, thank you ever so much ; I should, indeed." "It is called the 'Harper's Grotto,'" said Adolph who led the way, the whole party following as if unwilling to lose a moment of the guest's presence with them. It was some little distance from the suite of dwelling rooms, and was altogether the handsomest Elsie had yet seen. The formations were white as the purest Parian 174 THE EUSSIAN REFUGEE. marble, and indeed the first impression on the mind was that of -a hall of superb statuary. In the centre was a fac- simile of an enormous Irish harp with an ancient harpist, whose snowy locks streamed to his shoulders. So superbly realistic was this piece of natural statuary in outline that the visitor at first could not be persuaded that it was merely the work of blind force and accidental arrangement. The entire scene was strangely weird and impressive ; grand and awe-inciting beyond expression. These wonder- working agencies, these unseen sculptors, these invisible magicians, what were they, and where were they ? Elsie almost momentarily expected to see solemn spectres stalk majestically upon the scene out of the dim shady vacancy around, with tools and implements of artistic toil and begin chiselling and shaping and forming new creations of fancy, wild and strange. The room, or hall, or studio, whatever it might be called, looked precisely as if the workers had been suddenly surprised and had deserted the premises in alarm, leaving much unfinished work. Numerous un- completed groups stood around, to which fancy soon gave shape and meaning puzzling masses, with curious re- semblances, which fantastically changed and varied as the spectator moved from point to point. There is a peculiar sensation experienced in gazing on the singular formations, often met with in large caves, that is unique. There is something that at once appeals to the latent superstition in the blood when one gazes on these marvels, made without hands, in the inner parts of the earth, the work of ages and ages in the darkness and slime and damp. Blind, dead matter seems to have a purpose, an intention, and to be moved by an instinct. It appears to be feeling its way toward a higher stage, groping in the gloom for something which is suggested and hinted but never fully expressed. Elsie could have passed hours in this strange place, if THE RUSSIAN REFUGEE. 175 she might have yielded to the fascination which it exerted over her. " Better not remain too long in the damp atmosphere of this chamber. When the summer heats have penetrated the cave somewhat, and we have arranged a better ventila- tion, then come some time and spend as long as you like," said Adolph in a low tone. The fire felt pleasant after the chilly air of the other parts of the cave, and dinner over, all gathered round for social enjoyment and converse with the welcome guest. "You expressed great desire, my daughter, that we should meet your father, and I promised that I would give the matter attention and see if it would be possible ? " " Oh, yes, that is my dearest wish, if it can be arranged some way." Here she met Adolph's gaze and colored, she hardly knew why, unless it was at the admiration which she read in his expressive face. " Yes, Miss Hastings, father and I have considered the matter with carefulness, and feel that your father is one of us in heart that we can trust him." " How kind of you to say so, and I am sure you are not mistaken," and her face glowed with filial pride as she spoke. Suddenly her eyes rested on the symbolic picture hang- ing on the wall, before referred to, and the question she had determined to ask the " Refugee " sprang to her lips : " Would you mind explaining to me the meaning of that curious picture. I have seen something since that reminded me of it." The two Russians exchanged significant glances. "What have you seen, my child? Perhaps I can explain it for you." She then told of the discussion relative to the shape of the house and the painted wall, and how she had been in- duced to change her opinion by the memory of this picture. 176 THE RUSSIAN EEFUGEE. The father and son exchanged a few sentences in their native language, and then the elder, turning to the maiden with a pleasant smile, said : " You are a very intelligent young lady. Did you ever hear that one of my country- men once owned your place ? " "Yes, I have heard father say so many times, but I never thought of it until they began talking about the house being in the shape of a dagger, and in a circle, and then I remembered about the picture, and the Eussian gen- tleman who had built the house, and laid out the grounds, and I thought that possibly he might have belonged to the order you were telling me about." During her excited, or rather animated, statement for her cheeks were flushed and her eyes shone brightly, show- ing how interested she felt in the matter the two, or indeed we might say the four, listeners sat earnestly regarding her. Nadia and her daughter, of course, could only guess at the subject under discussion, or from the few words passed be- tween the two gentlemen might have partly understood it, but the Kefugee and his son drank in every word with eagerness. Elsie noticed by their manner that it was a matter which awakened profound feelings and stirred up far-reaching- memories. A few more words in Eussian and then Adolph said gently, bending toward her : " Miss Hastings, the original owner of your property was a member of our noble baud, 'orm L9-40m.7,'56(C790B4)444 .