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Full Title	The Story teller, v. [I], no. 37, January 8, 1898 [sic 1899], [Incomplete].
Contributor	Barrett, Frank, 1848-1926.
Date Added	3 March 2020
Format	Newspaper
Language	English
Publish Date	1899-01-08
Publisher	[Dubuque, Iowa] : Globe-Journal
Source	Dime Novel and Popular Literature
Alternate Title	Out of the jaws of death / by Frank Barrett. Sunday Times and Globe Journal
Topic	Popular literature > Specimens. Story papers > Specimens.
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Disclaimers	Disclaimer of Liability Disclaimer of Endorsement

OCR jail "We bavée not done with you yet,” ne said sternly. “Sit down there.” ed myself in the chair he pushed to- wasn me. - For a fewerinutes he and the old gentle- men conversed in a jargon that E could not underséond. e sae brusque v Le addressed me again. “Yeu dow't feign ignorance, I suppose?” he contis e'y. “You understand Russiaut Not s Russian 2s you two have been togsther,” I replied, speaking, as 1 kabitnally’ did, in French, “Oh, if you understand French, we can get on,”-said he language. Now, then, your name is Awe Solklkoff? . “a never heard the nat !and you wero not ora at Kiel?” he sald, , glancing at @ paper, “No” 7 t “and of course you hayen’t got any pa- pers ba ‘ ' No. ”* . Oe h “Phe sa ime old game,” he muttered, with ashrug, Slancing ft th the old gentleman. “And also, of course, you have not been living for nearly a year under the same roof with Pri ince Borgens ask!” “Yes, Thaw °T replied, with pride, ‘Oh, cor Tes something to get that "admission o sat. of you. Well | having lived nto have assume, my heart quaking at the hint, « “Who is going?” he echoed slowly. “You are if you're not pru He gave time for tine threat tosiuk into aking to his secretary. “as you value Who isthe 2 proved, Mademoiselle will see that it can do her no harm, but be to her Breat am tage to answer the question.” I made ‘a_movement to fottow hem, but : Itudersdorf interp: © “No, no,” said T. “I won’ i" gay a word, T'lido nothing to help you.” started up and said with sav- age impatience: “The consequence of refusal you know, Deportation to a with flogging— sand and all the You expose yourse evento torture, = -You may share the fate ped Nera Otomo and a dozen others, : went to the door « and called relactantiy, I thong! @ under Kavanagh's orders,” con- tinued Ragersdor in atone of self justifi- cation. orders are oot ene we raust, Shey owe have taken pro tions, and if we are cheated the ‘fault will ie with the minister for trusting Kava- aagh,”? : COPYRIGHT, 1699: BY CASSELL & Ce. ess *puBLion an, PO GE ry ae * ‘The same men who had taken Gordon away came to the door. “You have secured the prisoner?” asked Rudersdorf. ' One of the men laid a key. oo the table as he responded in the affirm: “Take this iady down to Sopa Otcbkin. They will share the same cabin, Lock them in and bring me the key, Keep the door gratings open and watch the prisoners closely, Report any movement picious kind to me immediately.” CHAPTER XXXL 'N ROUTE FOR BT, PETERSBURG. ‘The mea seized me sav: down belo small cabin, and with a few bratal words the men shut the door and turned the key upon me. One of them opened a small grat- na ophia Otchkin, who stood with her arms akimbo regarding me. Sho replied with a short laugh, and then there was silence. | A rough deal table stood under the swing lamp that lit the cabin, and beside it a cbair, own, ed laying my arms on the table dropped my face ia my hands, quite overcome with ‘physical and mental exhaustip “Thad matter enough for reflection and aneculation, Kavanagh had deceived me. He had not intended that we should co: the Mariner's Joy. ‘That was of little fmpostance The more serious point was that, from the first, he must have deter- min cat that I should be taken away with Gor a ‘why I could not answer that ques- ae ward morning thestillness of thenight, emphasized by the heavy breathing of So- poe Otchkin asleep in her bunk, was broken by the he busy ound ot preparation for de- tramped about upon ie deck adove,a Soe splashed in the water slongelde, orders were shouted, there was hoarse hissing of steam, and the violent rattling of an. engine accompanied the deeper rumble of achain, The hollow roar ofasteam whistle followed, and then the vessel began to vibrate to the shrill hiss of steam and monotonous thud of machinery in the engine roo! “We'reoff; leavenbe pat sed” murmured Sophia Otchkin, turning ever in her sleep. ! I did not close my eyes till after the ight the round porthole, but while my compan- jon was dressing I fell asleep and did not. awaken ‘until she shook my shoulder, “It is nearly midday,” said she. “Your brought down soon, It is of the cot and stood looking about. me stupidly, NM, ed terri- bly. It was with Tameclty that I realized my situation. “Are we there?” I asked stupa, ob- serving that the re was no sound of engine or movem: She laughed and told me we were still in ried to move; but, overcome by adeadly fee wag of nae giddiness, yt fll to "That wa as the beginning of a1 iingoonich lasted nearly a week. For halt that time I was unconscious, and I think this was nature’s means of obtaining rest for my overtaxed faculties, ‘he first day that was strong enough to rise and dress myself, the old who had fisted me frequently a ness and consideration than I might have expected came in to see me just ‘after Thad “dished a basin of bro! "Comes" said he, after a na me on my recovery, “we a! the week well, After groping our way oD hig execrable river at @ snail's pace, hero are at last in the open sca, frith’a bright sun and acloar sky overhead, I thought rubbing his hands as if the prospect were the cheerfal- est in the world—“now we can count upon reaching St, f.ckersburd without any further hitch, all safo a) Seeing that this promise failed to exbil- arate me, he asked me if i would like to go upon deck for a little while, I accepted the offer eagerly. The old gentleman placed a seat forme in asheltered corner and made me com- fortable with rugs, trying his utmost to charm away the deep dejection which my wretched face betrayed, Rudersdorf cama I want o be alone that I might loosen my arief a ant ery and cry without restraint, A white bird skimmed over the calm blue water ~ “Taras wo@?tell me its name,” I said to ect 4 3 B a > BR 5 2, 3 4 3 a 3 came me that I was fain to cover my bowed face eit my hands to conceal my lack of a lesdendort and the old gentleman with- drew in silence. Then, ashamed of myself, I dried my ‘yes, resolv! ing that theyshould not see such an exhibition again, Presently I beard a quick step approach- ing, and looking up with choking eagerness rdon coming toward me with tocieey in his kin head with leaden disappotutwont for in hat one moment I bad conceived it possible that Taras had come to satisfy my yearn- ing. “My dear mademoiselle,” he said with tender solicitude as he held my hand, ea hear you have been t awfully ill, I can “thats all over—I’m ail right now,” I replied, “Begad, a week down below in an atmos- phere of pea soup! It’s enough to knock any th one out, But will soon bring you und, eb? By Jove! he added, throw- ing up his h drawing a deep breath of the pure air, “this is like rising from the dea He seated himself on a coil of rope by my side and with cheerful encouragement in his voiee continued: “Don’t you take it to heart, mademoi- is police outrage Bill simply give us a jolly, nice little holt xpense of the Russian govern- feats Ta thought it all out while I've been stewing down below, and i's just the certainty of taroing the tables on these muddle bi eddling officials that has kept me from knocking down my jailers— or trying? toat any rate—and making adash for free “Te “thought the whole thing out, and I rsburg, we shall be received princes—not . Russian princes, you know, The minister will wait upon us with a thousand and one apologies, for of course he has learned already by telegraph of the blunder. these fellows Nave made. the way of Berlin and Paris, with a day or two’s rest bere and there to make the Jour. ney pleasa Then one fine mornin: will wake YD old Tai aras by marching inte to the pane of ‘See the Congaer- ing Hero—and Heroine—Come.’ “No,” said I, shaking my head, vsthat will never be,” CHAPTER XXXII, . T CONFESS DON, “My dear girl,” remonstrated Gordon, “is any onelyingill inastuffy cabin, with noth- ing to breathe but yellow fog, ae & position to see thin; ig but a gloomy light? Are you yet in a condition to form an impartial judgment ontheaffair? Now, if you had been pondering the matter with a clear head, asl have been doing for the 7 “But you u don't Know all the facta,” I said, Jnterrapting bi Pulling his bead, he rel ted t! hat Sehis was true, “And,” he added, “it’s true that I’ve had to draw a good deal on my imagination to square things com- fortably, However, we are pot going to liscuss the matter today. can easily stand oer till you are nner and then if it’ we'll have all the facts and make the best we may of 'em.” sented to this asigh, knowing that thetruth must be ‘ola but I was grateful for x the delay, feeling 80 fee ble and downhea 'e staid upon ook until the sun sank in the golden sea, but the kind hearted fel- low said not another word on the subject that obviously cansed me such depressing anxiety, Ile knew a great deal about ships and the sea and told me many stories of his adventures in a yacht with so much humor that more than once I was foreed to smile, were watched by Rudersdort and the old gentleman, who, seeing by the openness of our mapver thet we ware not actantly admit- NUMBER 37 Liaiching plots, marked thelr éatiufaction by promising hat we should come on deck the following day if the weather held fair. The wind freshoned in tbe night, but the was not rough enough to pre going on dee! y breakfaste thous found it difficult to a tern my fegt under this novel gondition ¢ of tl siting for me at the head of the stairs rina a fur jacket he bad bought from one of the sailors, Ie hada pipe in his my ibis face was radiant with boyish ¢ aaiee “T’'m glad te see you have not been il,” said he, taking my arm to steady “Ob, that’s al pa “Seasic “I don’t know ho how any one can be sick on the sea,” I replied, looking out over the “We glanced at me in perplexity as be 8 me across to the corner he had ready prepared. We seated ourselves, so Raderad of reowen tarpaatin, with which we made carslves very s0ug 8 pod comfort coxple “Tm a bit. puzzled, + mademoiselle,”” said. Gordon, whew Ri Rudersdot rf and bis secre- wary eft us, “4 “from one gr marks you made terday, al t you - said just now, one “rout think you had * never been on the sea be! “T saw it for the first re me ne yesterday.” “Then how in the world did you ae across from Russia?’ he said in ami ment. “I have never beenin Russia. I fancy I was born in Shadwell, Anyway I lived there as long as I can remember and never left it till last year.” “But—you speak French like a native.” Tis ptpe went out as he listened, “That’s because I speak nothing ¢ ue at lis! ome, because I could not speak E: like you or anyone elae who has been e edu; ted, becar ‘aras Wil wo ‘in a new life, and break away from all that had gone before’? — “Look here, mademofselie,” Gordon said, pping me with apprehension in his tone, “if this sort of thing will upset you; you now —— wos “No, no. I'mstrong now. I must tell you what I had not the courage to tell you yesterday, Iought to have told youthe frst thing, because I’ve no right to profit by: your kindness until I know whether you n forgive me or not.’” nob, I say ¢ don't you know”—Gordon ex- Ppostalated ui rs PSisregarding bh ae remonstrance, I told m: myself truthfully and with a desire tosay nothing which might bias his judgments, ipe went out as he listened, aston- jsbment holding» him spellbound. We looked each other straight in the eyes un- til Th bad spoken the last word. Then ead and waited: in trembling certainty for bis verdict, - pte did not leave me jong ia doubt, asto his Present f feeling. @ brick,” he said; “a regular.’ J bk a taking my hand he pressed it’ “ae ‘didn't expect you to think £0, a! eanem you don’t think I could have any gradge against you for making me useful, do you? You have led me to ‘do no more than I tnould willingly bave done to save old Taras if I had asked, and if it were otherwise that would not alter my esteem for you~not a bit, It's this devo- tion that I admire you for, A real, Seonine, womanly v woman, don’t you ould stick at n g, but go pang throngh thick and thin Toran man, Ji we . Sudith, that’s all, Don't give way, little woman,” he continued, seemg my _ lps ? . < mF