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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, August 07, 1912, Image 19

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TheJaorses were coming in
from the paddock now, and there
was a hush of expectancy. A
messenger boy touched Vladimir
on the shoulder and he started.
"M. Valinoff ?" A note from her,
from Alexandria ! Her smoothly
running, black writing this time
in pencil how well he knew it.
He tore open the envelope and the
. written -message swam before Lis
eyes: "Beloved, don't be cross!
I am looking right at you. I am
on the west side of the grand
stand, a little behind Paul (only
he doesn't know it, you may be
sure) ! Why were you so dis
agreeable about my coming to the
races, I wonder. Last night I
said I would try to get a seat,
somehow) and Paul forbade me to
go. 'Forbade,' forsooth! Imagine
the audacity! But here I am.
pn'e of the Lentsfoff girls sprain
ed her ankle and her sisters came
for me and would have it that I
come. Oh! Vladimir, I wish I
could bet. You will go home with
us, won't you? -.and don't be an-l
gry " x There was more, b'ut he
read no further. In his soul he
groaned. Aloud, to the messen
ger, he said: "There is no an
swer." She is here!' Of a" sudden he
saw her. She waved her ' hand
and in all that sea of faces there
was no other for his dazed vision.
The horses were ready for the
drop ofr the flag. In the hush of
expectancy Vladimir knew that
the instant had come. The bal
loons in Paul's hand must be quiv
ering, the grand duke was leaning
forward, smiling. Vladimir rose
to his feet. Thoughts fly fast
when seconds tremble with death,
bu,t there was no time for warn
ing, no time to get to her to take
her away from what might be im-f
minent death. In that brief in
stant Vladimir knew that hewas,
in his heart, a traitor to his
cause. To do evil that good'fhig'ht
come' would never bipig justice
to humanity. It was no (sane
creed to which he had pinned his
faith. "I would give it up I will
give it up," he said to his soul;
"if I am to live, I will mete out
tenderness to. the oppressed,
rather than violence to the pow
erful." Suddenly he knew what v
he must do he must create an
excitement to make her fly to him.
He could see her so plainly, and
she was looking at him through
racing glasses. To fire in the air
would leave her frightened and
stunned to aim among the
crowd might injure others, but to
he thrust her note into his
pocket there was a glint of steel
in his hand. He turned the
weapon upon himself and fired.
The revolver shot came like a
boom in the silence. Women
shrieked in the uncertainty of
what had happened, but one wo
man Jcnew and with agonized,
hurrying footsteps, dashed for the
aisle. "Keep your seats !" shout
ed the cool-headed, and these was
frightened obedience from the
crowd, but she plunged on. Wo
men who saw her face made way
for her; men, feeling her plight,
helped her where they could, but
she did not feel their guiding
hands.
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