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0 U R S H 0 R T STORY THE BESCLT OF AN ELOPEMENT. I At the close of 1811, on the estate of Nenaradovo, lived Gavrilo Gavrilovitak, a Russian proprietor. His unbounded hospi- tality and frankness won for him many friends among the neighbouring proprietors. While many would visit him to partake of his hospitality or to play a game of cards with his wife, Paraskwia Petrovna, an amiably and prepossessing lady of 40, the thoughts and aspirations of the majority were centred upon his seventefen-yeaar-old daughter Masha. But, like many other girls of her age and station in the Russian provinces, J iMasha had' been brought up on the French novel, and was passionately in love with a poor army officer, who lived a few versts away from her fathers estate, and who reciprocated her love. But Manila's parents positively objected to the match, and the young man's welcome became colder every day. This, however, did not hinder the lovers from corresponding or from meeting frequently in the forest. Amid romantic surroundings, with no hum&n being to detect or to overhear them, they would pledge to each other eternal love, would bewail their fate, and devise all sorts of schemes. Elope- ment was, of course, proposed in due sea- son by the young man, and as Masha was all ardent admirer of all sorts of adventures pertaining to heroism, it more than pleased her romantic imagination. The cold winter put an end to their secet interviews; the more voluminous, 'however, became their correspondence, Vladimir would entreat his be.ovcd in every letter to intrust her destiny to him; to elope, to keep out of sight until the excitement should be ovtr; twen to appear before her puremte, who would, undoubtedly, beooeuie resigned to the inevitable, to kneel down before them and beg their forgiveness and blessing. And this, according to his calculations, would surely end in Come, children, to our embract and be happy." Atl this seemed very fascinating to Maslia, and without meditation she consented to follow the course suggested by her lover. And the course was this: On the day of her departure she was to decline taking iter meals with her parents <t.t the table, pretending to suffer from a severe headache. Thus slw would be enabled to make the necessary preparations for lwr journey in her room. Her servant, who was ID the secret, was to accompany her to the garden gatt, where a troika, or spaa of three horses, sent by Vladimir, would be in wait- ing. They were then to drive as fast as the horses would carry them to the church in the village of Dshadrino, where Vladimir would be sure to meet them. Vladimir had his hands full all day. In the morning he visited the Dsliadrino minister, who, after considerable difficulty, had, upon receiving a handsome deposit, con- sented to marry him. Then he set out i!l search of the necessary three witnesses. The day drew to its close. Night sA in. A strong northern wind filled tive air with burning cold. "A roaitel!" (storm) Vladimir thougat: to himself, as he sat in I the sleigh, driving as rapidly as his horse could carry him to Dshadrino, where he intended to arrive before Alas ha. The road to Dshadrmo was familiar to him, and lie expected to traverse the short distance La &u hour at most. The reverse' of his expecta- tions, however, was the result. The wiod grew stronger and stronger, culminating soon in a raging and blinding snowstorm. Tho road was swept out of sighit, the familiar surroundings vanished. Vladimir's efforts to keep the right track were fruitless. The horse went on at hap-hazard, now ascend- ing a snowdrift and now falling and upsetting the .sleigh in a ravine. An hour, two hours, pass 3d, but not the slightest sight of Dshad- rino. At last a welcome object presented itself to his sight. It was it small forest. "Blessed be the Lord," he thought to himself. "Dshad- rino must be near." Thus encoiuraged, he drove onward. He lashed the horse; the poor animal made an effort to move. He lashed it again and again, but it would not trot. Gradually, however, lie passed the foroft. The plain, snowy field, stretching in the distance as far as his eyo oould' reach, presented itself once more to his sight. Although the storm subsided, and the bright moon hung once again over his cheerless and monotonous surroundings, it was bitterly and. As he drove along, contemplating all aorta of means to extricate himself from hie peri- lous position, he .beheld a village, consist- ing of four or five little huts. He directed his horse towards it. and as he mached the first hnt began to rattle at the window with all the might of a man for whom there is nothing left but despair. A fe.w moment* later the window was raised, and a Jong grev beard, apparently belonging to tho waiter of the house, became visible. "What is it you want?" "Can you tell me how far it 18 to Dshadrino?" "Dsliadrho Dsltfadrino ? Let me see. 1 reckon it will be about ten versts." A thunderbolt or an electric shook could not have had more effect upon Vladimir than Can you "tell me laorw far it is to Dahad- rino. these words. He remained upon the spot, inotiicnlesg, kike a man doomed to death. "And where did you come from' resumed the old man. Vladimir had no patience to answer his question. "Can I hire your horse to take Me tjcie?" he uttered at last. "Hire my iiu.se? Why, man, wait till I buy one I" "Then give TO S guide. I will pay him •li lie wants for his services." "This I'll do. Just wait a SCCOJK? 1'11 tetid my Non. and lie will take you there," siid tho old man, disappearing in the dark- ne>s. The jrotm!? fellow, armed wttih a dnbir.a, toon appeared, and, without losing any time, they started on their way to Dshadrino. Morning dawned when they reached their destination. The' Church was locked. Alter paying hit guide, he directed his steps toward the minister's house. Alas, his team was not to be seen there. How sad the news that awaited him. But let 118 return to Nenaradovo, and see what ia going on in G-avrilo Gavrilovitch's house. Nothing hi particular As I'tnal. the old folks rose early in the framing, Gavrilo G-avrilovitcb appearing m his ancient "kolpak" and felt jacket, and Par.iKkovia Petrovna in her warm morning gt wi!. ITi* samovar was brought in, the table was set, Md. as Masha failed to appear in the gostiunui. or dining-room, a fiprvant-nutld was despatched to her apart- ment to inquire how she slept during the night and how she felt in general. The maid won returned, announcing that the l>arui«h fmiss) Had had a restless night, but that she felt much better now. and would soon join 4hotn at the table. The maid had no sooner made her report tlhan Mtftha appeared, ap- |yroachtng her pa-p^nlca Mid mamenka with i affectionate good morning. "^ow is your health, dear?" inquired nrrTPiit. Ga.Tnkmtdi. puiahire •Wl'ORT: 28.. TAfJSEA: 15. CA*, Bøwit: 10 to 8. "I feel much better, papa," replied Mai: ha. n "You must have caught cold, Masha," interposed 1'araskovia Petrovna. "That ma.y be, mamenka. The day passed quietly, but towards evening Ma,-)ha fell sick. A doctor was immediately eent for, and when he arrived two hours later he found the patient in & state of delirium. It soon developed into a high fever, and for two weeks the poor girl hovered between life and death. No one in the house had the slightest idea about the intended elopement. The letter which she addressed to her parents the n.ght previous she destroyed as soon as she returned home, and the maid, fearing to incur the anger and punishment of her master, kept the secret to h'ertvt-'lf. The minister and witnesses were alike reticent about the matter (they had good cause for it). And, as to Tereshka, v laùJ- mir's driver, he knew well how to keep a secret, even when drunk, the more so when sober. Thus the seeret was kept secret by over half a dozen conspirators. But Masha herseLf, in her delirium, began to unravel the mystery. Yet her mother, who never left hf-r daughter's room, paid no attention to her words. ghe msrely ascribed them to the fact of Masha being in love with Vladimir, thinking that in all probability h-r unsuccessful love was the chief cause of her sickness. Something had to be done, and one fine morning she consulted her husband and some of their neighbours an to the advisability of gratifying Masha's wish. In the meantime Masha became convalescent. Vladimir was no longer to be seen in Gavrilo Gavrilovitch 's house. The rude reception offered him during his last visit kept him aloof from their house. One more counsel was held, and it was decided to write and ask him to pay a vis-it. But their surprise may he imagined when, in answer to their invitation, he wrote a very indignant letter, declaring his determination never to cross their threshold, asking them to forget him, the unliappiest of mortals, and concluding that death was his oixly hope and convolution. A fe\v days later they heard that Vladimir had entered the army. This occurred in 1812. The Franco-Russian War drew to its close. Although still surrounded by a host of admirers, Masha was as cold and indifferent to them as at the time w!h.'m siho first came to the city. She changed, however, her opinion, when one fixd afternoon a wounded colonei, Brvnin, with a medal and a Georgian; cross in his button-hole, and a. very handsome and attractive face, wliich seemed the more interest- ing because of its paleness, was introduced to her. He was quite young—in the neighbour- hood of 32 or 53. As to Brunin, he was certainly a fine young fellow. He poscfc.i-ed that humour and self- respect which seldom fails to please women. He appeared to be quite settled and reserved, although rumour had it that once upon a time be was the greatest mischief-makcr living. This, however, did not lower lum in Masha's estima- tion. On the contrary, she regarded his pa,-at tricks as something quite natural to youth and activity. What bad irterested her most more than his pleasant conversation, more than his Laircaged arm, w;is his silence, often 'accom- panied by heavy siglis. indeed, her curiosity and imagination upon such occasions were almost beyond her control. She could not help acknowledging that he t x>k more than an ordinary interest in her, while, on the other hf-nd, lie, too, must have observed that of all h*r admirers he was the only one who received her attention. One morning, while Para^kovia Petrovia was busily engaged in looking over an, old almanac;, Br IT in en tercel her room. "Can Masha be seen?" he asked. 'You will see her in the garden," replied the old v oman. "1 will expect you to have dinner with us." As Brunin went out Para.skovia Petrovna crossed herself, <mpplic;iting j he Almighty that the jMcpoKil of marriage, might cake place. Brinin found Masha by the pa:id under a v-illow, all crtMced in white, and with a book in her hands. "A real heroine of a novel." he thought to himself. After the first few words Masha cut the conversation short, tihas effecting that mutual embarrass- J ment from which there was but one way of ridding themselves—and that waa for Brunin to open his heart. And <iIO he did. "But I have aotecl carelessly, most carelessly, 'by see- Iilg aud hearing you every day. I had no right to Beek your acquaintance an«d friendship. Oh, wretched man that I am. It LS too iate, too late now! Your memory will a.lwavs haunt me, your' charming .image will give" me no peace. Oh, tfhat I could be -pared this tcr- ture' Try to iforget and forgive me dear Mfcha. I am unworthy of you. That oi>- iitdC'iC 11 "That obstacle always existed," said Masha, in a suppressed voice. "I oould never be your Wife" "I know," he replied, quietly; "I know that you have once loved. But he is dead, and tunc effaces the sweetest of memories, Tihe thought tihat I mi#ht have been happy with you if'—— "Xot another word, for God' ::ake! not another word; you torment me"- Yeti, I know, I feel that I mighlt have Leon 'happy; that you might have been mine; but, oh, miseraibie man that I am, I ajn married Mae>ha looked at ;hfim agiiaast for a moment, hardly realising her whereaiboute. "Yes, I am a married man," resumed' Brunin more trimly; "'but 11have not the slightest idea who my wife is, where she is, whether I will ever see her again." "le it possible exclaimed) Masha, *oa:eely Ijein^g abie to oontroil her excitement; "is it possible? Teil me all atbout it! 1 will- later" "In the beginning of 1812," eaid Brunin, "1 was on any way to Viino. where our reg.mont was then stationed. It wa* a ooid night, a storm was ;raging, we ilost our way, and my driver was in despair. But as I was in great haste to reach Vilno, I ordered' 'him to pro- ce^d regardlesi^ of the weather. We crossed hi Ms arul valleys a mil rivers, and after being I frozen aumiUjit to desfth, entered a village. After we drove along the street I suddenly bs- heid a iight; a few minutes later we found ourselves in front of a church. It was d'iinly illuminated. 'This way, this way!' I heard several voices shouting. I ordered the driver to stop the horses. 'What have you been doing stilt this whi'le ?' re- marked some one; 'why, your girl is in despair; the minister was at a losw to know what to do, and we were just ready to drive home.' Without considering the situation I entered the church, and was tioon directed to a. dark comer, where, upon a bench, lay the bride, while a girl, evidently her maid, busied herself about her. 'Thanked be the Lord, you are here at llUlt,' cried the girl to me. 'Why, the baruishnia (niiss) is overcome with grief.' I had no sooner directed my attention from the bride when the half-blind old minister ap- proached, asking me if I were ready for the altar. 'Certainly, certainly,' said I hardly know- ing what I was about. The bride was helped to the altsr; she impressed me a.; a good- looking girl—oh, wretched man that I am "1 took the place beside her at the altar. The minister was impatient, the three wit- nesses and the maid supported- the bride, and it seemed that their entire attention was given to her. We were married. 'Kiss each other,' commanded the minister after the ceremony wafc over. My wife removed the veil from her face, and I was ready to kiss her. She drew back, shrieking: 'Away! away! it is not he!' All turned their frightened eyes on me. I re- treated quietly, threw myself into the oleigh, and was soon out of the village, leaving a scene of horror behind me." "My Getl exclaimed Masha*. "and you have no idea what had become of your poor wife?" "Not the slightest; nor do I know the name of that village or where it is situated. I thought so little at the time of such trick:; that it soon escaped my memory. My driver, who was with me at that time, has long since died in war— and here I am, with not the slightest prospects of ever finding the woman on whom I played such a cruel joke." And do you no longer recognise the girl whom Not the siight.e6t; nor do I know the vil- age, or where it is situated. you married on that stormy night?" cried Martha, olasping her hands. Bruin looked. grew pale, and fell at her feet. -r-Alciander Pushkin, in "Romance."

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