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ly COPY /a/GMT / 9&G &wrnMu^i£m%n%TkLm^^mm^^mmwi^mmmiimMmmmm---MMammm%iimmmmi SYNOPSIS. I Frederick Hardy, a fashionable Boston | Society man, lost his wealth, was jilted by a girl and sent by a friend to take charge of an American Trading Company i store In Russia. On his journey through Japan he met Stapleton Neville, sup posedly an Englishman. They agreed to go together to Russia. Because of sus picious circumstances they were several times molested by the Japanese. Hardy , was arrested and found upon his person were papers showing maps of Jap forts. Hardy was proven guiltless. On a train he met Aisome Sano, daughter of a Jap merchant. In Neville's shoes Jap found pictures of forls, proving him to he a Russian spy Hardy departed for Rus sia on a steamer, which was wrecked shortly afterward. He was rescued by a Russian steamer. On reaching Vladi vostok he was well treated. He started for Siberia, meeting Princess ltomiinovna tn the train. Hardy boarded a vessel for Amur. Hardy showed the princess his expert neßs as a ritio shot. The steamer was stranded The princess and her maid were attacked by Chinese. Hardy saved their lives The princess thanked Ilardy for his heroism. Manchurlans fired upon the craft. Hardy slew their chief. Burning arrows were hurled upon the Pushkin's decks. An attempt was made to board the vessel. The attacking Chinese were repulsed. Romanoff sneered at Hardy's solicitude for the princess. Ktanka, a messenger sent for help, was nailed to a cross 011 the shore. To put an end to the awful torture Hardy himself put Stanka out of his misery, taking his own life In his hands. Forest tires men aced the vessel. Hardy volunteered to ko for help. Refused permission he jumped overboard and started to swim with the princess' distress message. Ro manoff was angry at Hardy for his brave efforts to rescue the princess. He wooed her In his own savage way. He said Hardy had made love openly to a Jap anese girl. Help came and the princess was rescued. Hardy journeyed 011 a raft. Arriving at his destination he took charge of the trading company's busi ness. Hardy received a letter from a so cial leader in Boston anil another from Alsoim-. Hardy took lessons in Russian of a Jew, thus connecting himself In a way with that race. CHAPTER XXIV. The Mysterious Korean Boy. This was the letter of the princess: j Mv dear Mr. Hardy: You have no doubt heard, long ere this, of our rescue from the ill-fated Push kin. Your own adventures on the river, ] and your safe arrival in Stryetensk. are j all known to me, through the kindness j of the police. Believe me that I was dis appointed to the verge of exasperation. 1 on learning that it was not through your efforts that we were saved. Your hero- | Ism loses nothing in my eyes from the j fact, and you had already done enough j to establish yourself In my estimation as 1 a very gallant and noble gentleman. I hardly know how to thank one so mod- I est and self-effacing as yourself for all that you have done for me. 1 can only j repeat that I owe my life to you, and j that I am deeply and eternally grateful. • If you are ever in Moscow, I shall ex- I pect you to call on me at my house on the Boulevard Prechistenka any one can 1 tell you where it is. I hope that your I affairs will bring you here before very I long, that we may talk over our extraor- j dinary experiences together. In the j meantime, you must think of me as your very since and grateful friend, ELIZA BETH A ROMANOVNA. I Ilardy read this letter over half a ; dozen times, and the oftener he read it the more satisfaction it gave him. j There was a certain delicacy in the ! expression of her gratitude, without ! any hint at reward other than the ■offer of her friendship, which be- j tokened an entire appreciation of his ; ■character and understanding of his | motives. He spent most of the day j thumbing his English-Russian die- I tionary and composing his reply, j ■which, being in a language in which j he was as yet a novice, was somewhat j stilted. This, in effect, is what he at j last worked out: Most Noble Lady: I beg that you will no longer give a ! thought to the part which I played upon j the Amur. To be of service to so charm- j Ing and exalted a lady as yourself is a happiness and distinction which calls for no further reward. If I am. in addition, to be honored by your friendship, my recompense is far greater than my desert. Verv cordially yours, FREDERICK COURTLAND HARDY. Baruch, when he came in the even ing, cast a critical eye over the letter and pronounced it excellent. "Even as it is," he declared, "it would be possible for the lady to un derstand it, and she would not laugh. ?f%"««.T,o)elesß, there are two or three little alterations to be made —you would scarcely call them corrections." "You are as polite as a Frenchman, Mordecai. Your 'two or three little alterations' have amounted to rewrit ing the whole thing. Now we will ad dress the envelope. I think you had better do that, so as to get It exactly right. It goes to her highness, the Princess Elizabetha Romanovna, Pre chistenka street, Moscow." At the mention of this name, Baruch's face grew livid, and his eyes glowed with sudden hate. "Romanovna!" he hissed, "of the Romanoffs of Moscow? 1 have good cause to hate and detest that name. That accursed house was most violent ir» the persecutions that resulted in the expulsion of the Jews from Mos cow. They used all their influence to bring this about, because they cov eted certain property owned by the Hebrews, which the latter refused to eell. A whole peaceful and industri ous community was uprooted in a sin gle night, driven from their homes and their vocations, ordered to leave with ''jeir wives and families, their sick and their old, and to make shift as best, they could, in the accursed Pale. My father, the trusted and hon ored Cashier of a bank, with a salary cT 2,G00 a vear, n position to which he had risen' through 20 years of faithful service, was kicked out like a dog, and told to go. You cannot realize what suffering all this led to. My fa ther, reduced to menial tasks to sup port his family, died in six months of grief. I have small love for the blood of Romanoff. They are all insolent tyrants and oppressors." "My dear Mordecai," replied Hardy, "believe me, your tale of wrong Alls me with pity and Indignation, and I do not wonder at the strength of your feelings. I have small doubt that all you say of the Romanoffs is true, with one exception. You must except the princess, who is a sweet and noble lady, with as tender and as generous a heart as ever beat in a woman's breast." The Jew made no reply, but quietly directed the envelope, and shortly aft er took his leave. He had not been gone more than ten minutes before H\rdy heard a tap at the door of his loom, and called, "Come in!!" In Russian. Vasill en tered in great excitement. "Is the Jew here?" he asked. His manner was bold, and he did not re move his hat. "No," replied Ilardy. "Why, what's the matter now? What do you want with him?" "The people want him," cried Vasili, "the Christians. A Christian child has disappeared, and they think the ac JJm J® "Is the Jew Here?" He Asked. His Manner Was Bold. cursed Jews have sacrificed him. This thing has gone on long enough." Vasili was speaking Russian now. "Only last spring a Christian young man was found dead, murdered, and the police could not find out who did It. They laid it on the Jews. Who else could have done it? Would a Christian murder a Christian? Impossible! Such things must stop. We are going to tear down the Jewish houses and the Jewish store. If we do not find the child, we will kill every Jew in Stryetensk. We will tear their chil dren to pieces!" With this, Vasili rushed from the room. Hardy gazed for some mo ments at the closed door through which his clerk had Just disappeared. "This is getting serious," he mut tered at last, rising. "It may even result in serious consequences to the store." Up to this moment he had not been able to realize that human beings, many of whom could read and write, could be capable of such fanaticism, or that credence in the medieval su perstition of child-sacrifice could still exist. The thought that he was alone here in the midst of this irresponsible population gave him uneasiness as to | his own safety. He wondered how generally the report was circulated that he himself was a Jew, and tlio suspicion crept through his mind that perhaps Vasili was responsible for it. Could it be possible that the Russian cherished ambitions of being made manager? Hardy looked at his pistol | and determined, if it became neces ! sary, to defend himself. But as for Karuch, would it be possible to do any | thing for him? There were, he re | membered, about a dozen Jewish fam i ilies in town, whose residences were i CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, MAY 19, 1910 clustered together in one quarter, while the house in which Baruch dwelt with his aged mother was at some dis tance from these. Perhaps it would be possible to reach Mordecai before the Christians got there and warn him. If necessary, he would offer the Jew the shelter of the store. He seized his hat and went out into the dimly lighted street. He had gone only a short distance when a boy stopped him with a detaining hand. Hardy looked down and his eyes fell on a Korean youth. He knew instantly that it was a Korean from the costume: Baggy trousers, loose blouse and hat of bamboo frame covered with hair cloth. "Ten thousand pardons, excellency," said the boy in imperfect Russian, "I came to see if you could give me em ployment. I have been in town only two days, and must have work. I can run errands or carry packages. I shall be very useful to you—you don't know how useful and industrious I shall be! And I am intelligent, too, very, very intelligent!" The plea was so ingenuous, the young voice so eager, that Hardy was touched. "I am In a great hurry now, my boy," he said. "Be here when I come back, and I will talk with you. We could use an errand boy. I was think ing of that very thing to-day!" "But, excellency," persisted the hoy, "perhaps I can be of use to you now. You will see how intelligent I am!" He spoke rapidly, and his Russian, though bristling with errors, was eas ily understood. "Hoping to get em ployment of you and to become use ful, I have made inquiries. The peo ple here hate you, and they are thirst ing for the blood of the Jews." "You are a very bright boy," he said at last. "I really believe you could do this thing oetter than I. Run then to the Jewish quarter and see what is going on. Then hasten to the house of Mordecai Baruch—do you know where it is?" "Yes, excellency. You passed there this morning with him, and he went in." "Well! You have been shadowing me. Tell Mordecai to bring his moth er to iny store, if they are in real danger, and I will try to protect them. The Russians will hardly dare attack American property. Then run back to me as fast as you can." "Yes, excellency." The boy was gone, and Ilardy, after watching his slender form as it flew down the street until it disappeared around the corner, turned and re-en tered the store. Removing his coat and hat, he sat down at his table, and awaited tho boy's return. The more he thought of this occurrence, the stranger it seemod to him. Seldom had he acted bo purely on Impulse as in the present instance. But tho boy had come up to him so suddenly, he was so quick-witted and his proposi | tion so sensible, that there was no re sisting him. Ilardy had heard that the Koreans were a bright race, natur ally, but never before had he received personal evidence of the fact. Ho now concluded that they compared favor ably in this respect with the preco cious Japanese. In less than half an hour the boy was back. The housekeeper brought him to the door of Hardy's living room and admitted him. He had the girlish cast of features that had made it so difficult for Hardy to distinguish between the Korean boys and girls in Vladivostok. His hair was drawn up Into a tight knot on top of his head, and his face, save for a livid scar across his right cheek and temple, was positively beautiful. "Well?" said Hardy. "The worst is happening," said the boy, quietly. "The wolves are howling and have already smelled blood. They are maddened by the scent of it. They are demolishing the Jewish houses, are stealing their valuables and burn ing their furniture. A number of the Jews are barricaded in the Jewish store, and a great crowd is collected in front, howling for blood. Mordecai and his mother have disappeared." "My God!" exclaimed Hardy. "I must go immediately to the police." "It will do no good," said the boy, "the chief of the police has left town and the police themselves are assist ing In tho work of destruction. Your own life, unless you use great dis cretion, will be in danger. It is rumored that you are a friend and as sociate of Jews, perhaps a Jew your self. I tore this from a wall." He laid on a table a poster bearing a crude wood-cut of the Saviour's head, wearing the crown of thorns. Beneath were the words: "Death to those who murdered our Lord!" Hardy arose and paced the floor, his hands in his pockets. From time to time he stopped and listened, but all was silence without. "Had you not better fly while you can?" It was the voice of the boy, whose "Hark!" He Whispered, "the Christla ns * After Mel" presence he had for the moment for gotten. "Fly? No! I cams here to stay, and whoever attempts to interfere with me will find that he has caught a Tartar and no Jew. What is your name?" "Wang, excellency." "Wang what?" "Just Wang." "Well, Wang, you are a good boy, and I shall find you a place to sleep. I can make use of you. Hello, what's that? Do you not hear something?" They both listened. "Yes, sir, 1 hear the feet of a man running, as if for his life, and hoarse shouts in the distance." CHAPTER XXV. "War, My Boy, War!" Hardy ran through tho large prin eipal room of the store, lighted by a single kerosene lamp with reflector, to the door. This he opened aud be gan to shove up the iron shutter. He had not raised it more than two feet when Mordecai glided through be neath it and slammed it down again. He was chattering with fright. Even by that dim light Hardy could see that the Jew's face was the color of veal and that his eyes were dilated with horror. "Save me! Save me!" he pleaded, hoarsely, as he fumbled at the big key with trembling fingers, vainly trying to lock the door. "Hark!" he whispered, "the Chris tians are after me! Do you not hear them howling like wolves? They will tear me to pieces!" And, indeed, at that moment the sound of savage voices could be heard, louder and louder as they came near er, shrieking, barking, howling: "Moschke! Moschke! The Jew! The Jew!" Mordecai sank to the floor and threw his arms about Hardy's knees. "Save me, save me! and I will be your slave." Hardy seized the man by his shoul ders, shook him roughly and pulled him to his feet. "Get up, man,"he said, quietly, "and pull yourself together. I will do all I can for you. Wang, take him away from the door —take him back into the store. They may hear him here." "Yes! Yes!" chattered Mordecai, "I will hide. Hide me, boy, hide me! I have money, I will make you rich!" There was a sudden crash, a loud hammering on the iron shutter. Evi dently the Russians had been whis pering together, and this sign of mo mentary hesitation gave Hardy reas surance. "What do you want?" he shouted through the door. "The Jew! The Jew!" came back the response in a roar. "Wait a moment!" he called back. "I will come out and talk to you." There was a garret, reached by a ladder. A window faced the street and from this he determined to par- ley with the mob. He ran toward the ladder, but was stopped by Wang, who glided up to him. "I have an idea," said the boy. "Are there no priests' robes in the store?" Hardy gazed at him for o moment, and then sudden comprehension seized' him. "Good!" he cried, "good!" Springing to a counter he jerked down a long priest's robe and tnll hat. Mordeeai was crouching between bales of cloth. From these Hardy dragged him forth. "Here, a*.an," he commanded, "put these on and go out by the back door and walk hurriedly away! Walk all night, then throw them away. You will be safe as soon as you lire out of Stryetensk. Come, come, man, hold out your arms! There! It's your only chance. Here, put on tbo hat and let ine hang tills cross about your neck. When you hear mo talking to (lie mob, let him out of the bark door, Wang. Co •••Ith the boy, i tell you, man. The mob will be in here soon. Good-by! and good luck!" He seized the terrified man's hand, which was cold and limp as the hand of a dead man, and then scrambled up the ladder. The uproar without had commenced again, and the pounding on the door waa being renewed. He threw open the shutter of the window and looked out. There were at least 500 people in the crowd, many of whom were carrying flaming torches, which they held high above their heads. All ages were repre sented, from babes in the arms of mothers to old men and bewhiskered countrymen in blouses and high boots. Hardy noticed several policemen ia the throng, as well as two or three priests. "There he is!" shouted some one, and the cry went up: "The Jew! The Jew! Throw him out to us. Lot us Into him!" "What do you want of him?" asked Hardy. "We want to play with him!" came the reply, followed by horrid, cruel laughter. "Friends," said Ilardy, "you must be careful what you do here. This Is not Jewish property. It belongs to an American, a Christian Frederick Emery, a good man, whom we all know." Hardy did not realize till that mo ment bow much Russian he knew. He felt that he could have talked Chinese had it been necessary. "We do not want to destroy the property. We want the Jew, Mor decai. Pitch him out to us." "No," said a tall Russian, who seemed to be a ringleader. "We do not want to destroy the property, but we will burn it to the ground if you do not give up the Jew. The Jews must die. They crucified our Saviour, they sacrifice Christian children." "But I assure you, good friends," ar gued Hardy, "that Modecat had noth ing to do with crucifying the Saviour. That happened 2,000 years ago." "He is making sport of us!" howled the mob. "He is a Jew himself!" "Tell us," sneered the tall man, "are you a Jew?" "I am not a Jew," replied Hardy, firmly. "I am a Christian. There is not a drop of Hebrew blood in my veins." "Then prove it to us. It has been said that you are a Jew. If you are a Christian, you will throw out the Jew, that we may tear him in pieces, that we may beat him to death. Act quickly, for we must have the Jew!" And again that awful cry went up. "The Moschke! The Moschka! The Jew! The Jew!" Hardy felt a light touch on his arm, and Wang whispered to him: "He is gone, he has got away!" "Friends," said Hardy in a calm, clear voice, "I cannot meet your test. There is no Jew here. I give you my word that Mordecai is not here." Vasili now stood out from the others. "Mr. Hardy," he said, "we saw him run in this direction. We are sure he was coming here. Where else could he he seek protection, save In the house of his companion and friend?" This sneeringly. "Do you doubt my word, sir?" asked Hardy. "You had better help me In j tliis trying situation, if you know on i which side your bread is buttered. | This is your opportunity to win Mr. i Emery's favor." "I do not doubt your word, sir, but these people will be hard to con ; vlnce." "I saw the Jew go into the store!" shrieked a boy. "He crawled under the iron door." "He is lying to us," howled the mob. "Heat in the door. Death to the I Jew! to the Jew!" Pandemonium now broke loose again. Heavy rocks were hurled , against the doors and windows, and three or four stout Russians brought up a log, to batter in the iron shut ter. "Oh, my dear master," pleaded the | Korean boy, "fly while there is yet time! They will kill you, they will tear you in pieces! They ure mad men !" "I shall not fly." said Hardy. "They may kill me, if they wish, but I will teach them a lesson first." At this moment a droshky drove up through the throng, the" driver furi ously lashing his horses, and stopped i before the door. (TO BE CONTINUED.) The Mean Thing! Mrs. Poyndexter was just dropping | off to Bleep, but her husband was wakeful. "1 heard a story today," he | began, "about —" "Oh. don't bother me, Jason!" she • murmured. "I'm sleepy." "I was only going to say—" I"l don't wan't to hear it!" I "it's about—" "Can't you lot ine goto sleep!" "About Mrs. —" "Mrs. who?" demanded his wife, sitting straight up, wide-eyed and in i terested. "I've always noticed," said Mr. I'oyndexter, yawning, "that the way to get a woman's atfi-ntlon Is to tull. her a story about some other woiu ( an."—-Youth's Companion.