EVENING LEDGER-PHILADELPHIA, ' MONDAY, OCTOBER 29, 1917
Pictorial SetJm 19
Pum::PWlL?-SAM
(Copyrlfht. 101T, Tubllo Leder Company. All rlihti rescued.)
UasputinDid Not Impress the Princess Radziwill
When She Interviewed Him She Found Cun
ning in His Eyes and an Unusual Amount of
Dirt Beneath His Immense, Uncut Finger
nailsHis Clothes Were of Excellent Ma
terial, but Filthy
CHAPTER IV (Continued)
m AFTER havin8 beckoned to mo to sit down, Rasputin poured out
K no"' uuk u "'" "" "" nuitii ne imurca it out 01 tno glass
vmcn no imu juat uiieu. ouuuemy ne pusnea tne same saucer
toward me with the word:
, "Drink."
As I did not in the least feel Inclined to take his remains, I
declined the tempting offer, which made htm draw together his
black and bushy eyebrows with the remark:
"Better persons than thou art have drunk out of this saucer,
but if thou wantest to make a fuss it is no concern of mine."
And then he called out, "Awdotlai Awdotia!" The elderly
woman who had opened the door for me hastened to come Into
the room.
"There," said Rasputin, "this person" pointing toward me
with his forefinger "this person refuses to drink out of the cup
of life; take it thou instead."
The woman instantly dropped on her knees and Rasputin pro
ceeded to open her mouth with his Angers and pour down her
throat the tea which I had disdained. She then prostrated herself
pn the ground before him and reverently kissed his feet, remaining
In this attitude until he pushed her aside with his heavy boot and
said, 'There, now thou canst go."
Then he turned to me once more. "Great ladles, some of the
greatest in the land, are but too happy to do as this woman has
done," he said dryly. "Remember that, daughter."
Then he proceeded at once with the question, "Thou hast wished
to see me. What can I do for thee? I am but n poor and humble
toan, the servant of the Lord, but sometimes it has been my fate
to do some good for others. What dost thou require of me?"
Bearding the Lion in His Den
I proceeded to explain that I wanted nothing in the matter
of worldly goods, but asked this singular personage to be kind
enough to tell me for the paper which I represented whether it
was true that but for him Russia would have declared war upon
Austria the year before.
"Who has told you such a thing?" he inquired.
"It is a common saying in St. Petersburg," I replied, "and
lome people say that you have been right in doing so."
"Right? Of course, I was right," he answered with consider
able irritation. "All these silly people who surround our Czar
wquld like to see him commit stupidities, They only think about
themselves and about the profits which they can make. War is a
crime, a great crime, the greatest which a nation can commit,
and those who declare war are criminals. I only spoke the truth
when I told our Czar that he would be ruined if he allowed him
self to be persuaded to go to war. This country is not ready for it.
Besides, God forbids war, and if Russia went to war the greatest
misfortunes would fall upon her. I only spoke the truth; I always
peak the truth, and people believe me."
"But," I remarked, "no one can understand how it is that your
opinion always prevails in such grave matters. People think that
you must have some strange power over men to make them do
what you like."
"And what if I have," he exclaimed angrily. "They are, all
of thera, pigs all these people who want to discuss mo or my
iloings. I am but a poor peasant, but God has spoken to me and
He han allowed me to know what it is that Ho wishes. I can
cpeak with our Czar. I am not afraid to do so, as they all are.
And he knows that he ought to listen to me, else all kind of evil
things would befall him. I could crush them all, all these people
who want to thwart me. I could crush them in my hand as I
do this piece of bread," and while he was speaking he seized a
biscuit out of a plate on the .table and reduced it to crumbs. "They
have tried to send me away, but they will never get rid of me,
because God is with me and Gricha shall outlive them all. I have
teen too much and I know too much. They are obligated to do
what I like, and what I like is for the good of Russia. As for
these Ministers and generals and all these big functionaries whom
every one fears in this capital, I do not trouble about them. I
tan send them all away if I like. The spirit of God is in me and
will protect me.
"Thou canst say this to those who have sent thee to see
me. Thou canst tell them that the day will come when there
-Jsy The Drincfess 'Radziwill
"Thou canst say this to those who have sent thee to sec me. Thou canst tell them iht
the day will come when there will be no one worth anything in our holy Rum!
except our Tzar and Gricha, the servant of God." Rasputin to the Princess Rad
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will be no one worth anything in our holy Russia except our
Czar and Gricha, the servant of God. Yes, thou canst tell them
so, and be sure that thou dost it."
I protested that I should consider this my first duty, but at
the same time begged "the servant of God," ns ho called himself,
to explain to me by what means he had acquired the influence which
he possessed.
"By telling the truth to people about themselves," he quickly
replied.
"Thou dost not know what women arc, and how they like to bo
handled. Wait and thou shalt see something. Awdotia," he
called, "Is Marie Iwanownn here?" he nsked, when sho came in
response to his call. "Yes, sinco thrco hours," was the reply. "Call
her here."
A young woman of about twenty-five years of age appeared.
She was very well dressed in rich furs, and ran up to Rasputin,
kneeling before him, and kissing with fervor his dirty hands.
"How long hast thou been here?" he asked.
"About three hours, Batlouschka," aho answered.
"This is well, thou art to remain hero until midnight, and nettW
to cat or to drink nil that tijnc, thou hcarest?"
"Yes, Batlouschka," was the reply, uttered in timid, fright
tones.
"Now go into the next room, kneel down before the Ikon, n4
wait for mo without moving. Thou must not move until I come."
Sho kissed his hands once more, prostrated herself on the fler
before him three times in succession, and then retired with the lwk
of being in a kind of trance during which sho could neither knew
nor understand what was happening to her.
"If thou carest, thou canst follow her, and see whether she obeya
mo or not," said T.asputin In his usual dry tone.
I declined tho invitation, protesting that I had never doubted
but that tho "Prophet" would be obeyed, adding, however, that'
though I had understood he could control tho fancies and imagina
tion of women gifted with an exalted temperament, yet I was not
vonvinced that his influenco could bo exerted over unemotional men,
and that this was tho one point which interested my friends.
"Thou must not be curious," shouted Rasputin. "I am not here
to tell thee tho reasons for what I chooso to do. It should suffice
theo to know that I would at onco return to Pokrowskoio If ever I
thought my services were useless to my country. Russia Is gov
erned by fools. Yes, they nro all of them fools, these pigs and chil
dren of pigs," he repeated with insistence. "But I am not a fool. I
know what I want, and if I try to save my country, who can blame
mo for it?"
Rasputin's Influence Over Ministers
"But Gregory Efimitsch," I insisted, "can you not toll me at
least whether it Is true that some Ministers do all that you tell
them?"
"Of course, they do," he replied angrily. "They know very
well their chairs would not hold them long if they didn't. Thou shalt
yet see some surprises before thou diest, daughter," he concluded
with a certain melancholy in his accents.
Awdotia entered tho room again.
"Gregory Efimitsch," sho said, "there Is Father John of Ladoga
waiting for you.
"Ah! I had forgotten him." Then ho turned toward me.
"Listen again," he said; "this is a parish priest, very jpoor, who
Is seeking to bo transferred into nnother parish somewhere in tho
south. Awdotia, call on tho telephone tho secretary of tho Synod
and tell him that I am very much surprised to hear that Father
John has not yet been appointed to nnother parish. Tell him this
must bo done nt once, and he must have a good one. I require an
immediate answer."
The obedient Awdotia went out again, and we could hear her
onco more talk on the telephone. "Tho secretary of tho Synod pre
sents his humble compliments to you, Batlouschka," she said when
she returned.
"Who cares for his compliments?" interrupted Rasputin. "Will
the man have his parish or not? This is all that I want to know."
"The order for his transfer will be presented for the Minister's
signature tomorrow," said Awdotia.
"This is right," sighed Rasputin with relief. And then turn
ing to me:
"Art thou satisfied?" he asked, "and hast thou seen enough to
tell to thy friends?"
I declared myself entirely satisfied.
"Then go," said Rasputin. "I am busy and cannot talk to thee
any longer. I have so much t6 do. Everybody comes to me for
something, and people seem to think that I am here to get them
what they need or require. They believe in Gricha, these poor
people, and ho likes to help them. But as for the question of war,
this is all nonsense. We Bhall not have war, and if we have,
then I shall take good care it will not bo for long."
He dismissed me with a nod of his head, and his face assumed
quite a shocked look when he found that I was retiring without seem
ing to notice the hand which he was awkwardly stretching out to
me. But I knew that he expected people, as a matter of course, to
kiss his dirty fingers, and as I was not at all inclined to do so, I
made as if I did not notice his gesture. As I was passing into the
next room, I could perceive through a half open door leading Into
another apartment the young lady whom Rasputin had called Marie
Iwanowna. She was prostrated before a sacred image hanging In
a corner, with a lamp burning in front of It, with her eyes fixed on
Heaven, and quite nn illuminated expression on her otherwise plain
features. St. Theresa might havo looked liko that But soen in
tho light of our incredulous Twentieth Century, she appeared a
worthy subject for Charcot, or some such eminent nervous doctor,
and her placo ought to have been the hospital of "La Salpotrlere"
rather than the den of the modern Cagliostro, who was making
ducks and drakes out of the mighty Russian Empire.
(CONTINUED TOMOnnOW)
RAINBOW'S END
By REX BEACH
'&' Author of, "The Spoilers," "Tho
Barrier," "Heart of the Sunset"
sr
A novel of love, Hidden treasure and rebellion in beautiful, mys
terious Cuba during the exciting days of the revolt against Spain.
CopyrlcM. 1917. lUrper Bro.
THE STORY THUS FAB
DON K9TEBAN, VAHONA. one of the
flthlMt HpanUrfu in. Cub. ha '0S;
tho Jtwoli and gold fwlred tJlL,te.'?J
f JiTtt and the protlu diril E2n.h'S ";
Unilve urr Plantation (i '5"Jfr
Kr t the bottom of a JF,0fl ',JSJ
treasure hate apread tbrourhonj. IM IP
and after Ute death of 'S"1J JSilh Si
eraftx. achemlni Habel finally becomes tne
aeeond Donna Verona.
, SEBASTIAN. Eateban'e moat traaJtutT;
) the only one to, hare the aeeret of n
hoarded wealth, and laabtl vainbr triee to r
information from the blotlc. Hhe een aeeje
to nt at Sebaetlan by Ktf "Vma-flfnJT
Fan aril the .etoYe'e .4WuiLS2a. to do
tola the master ateadfaatlrrefuaealooo
nnUl one nUht. after he hae become drunK in
attemptlnc io escape hi wife's "" JS
places Kianiellna o the stake In a ame ana
'.ROSA and BSTEBAN, the chlldMn of the
distressed planter and hie flrat JW
tkclr betla and appear In the room before their
father to be that KaneUna. their nurse,
bs retained.
CHAPTER II Continued
DdN PABLO shook with laughter, "So!
she belongs to you. eh? And I'm to be
robbed of my winnings. Very well, then
come and give me a kiss, both of you,
nd I'll see what can be done."
But the children saw that Don Pablo's
face was strangely flushed, that his eyes
were wild and his magnificent beard waa
vet with wine; therefore, they hung
back.
"You won your bet fairly." Eateban
growled at him. "Pay no heed to these
babies."
"Evangellna Is ours." the little ones
bravely repeated. ,
Then their father exploded; "The devil!
Am I dreaming? Where Jiave you learned
to oppose me? Back to your beds, both
t of you." Seeing them hesitate, he ehouted
wr hie wife. "Ho, there! Isabel, my
, love! Come put these Imps to rest. Or
Oust i teach them manners with my
Mm? A fine thing, truly! Are they to
be allowed to roam the house at will and
t a fever?"
Mere mention of, their stepmother's
name was enough for Itoea and Esteban!
they scuttled away as fast as they could
. and when Dona Isabel came to their
iooin a few momenta later h found
Jhem Jn their bed, with their eye de-
tally ItaueasMd Hhfti. IrveiaHiie, wm
Veering la t eerttstr. Kaabea jtast r
,mt me wafK MM at wwl WW eyttfcr
alight; she Jerked the alave girl to her
feet and, with a blow of her palm, sent
her to her quarters. Then she turned
her attention to the twins. When she
left them they were weeping silently, botn
for themselves and for Evangellna, whom
they dearly loved.
Meanwhile Don Mario had resumed his
singing.
Day was breaking when Esteban Varona
bade his guests good by at the door of his
house. As he stood there Sebastian came
to him out of the mists of the dawn. The
old man had been waiting for hours. He
waa half crazed with apprehension, and
now cast himself prone before his mas
ter, begging for Evangellna.
Don Pablo, In whom the liquor was
dying, cursed Impatiently: "Carambal
Have I won tho treasure of your whole
establishment?" he inquired. "Perhaps
you value this wench at more than a
thousand pesos; if so, you will say that
I cheated you."
"No! She's only on ordinary girl. My
wife doesn't like her, and so I determined
to get rid of her. She Is yours, fairly
enough," Varona told him.
"Then send her to my house. I'll breed
her to Salvador, my cochero. He's the
strongest man I have."
Sebaetlan uttered a strangled cry and
rose to his feet. "Master! You must
pot "
"SIIenceT' ordered Esteban. Wine never
agreed with hm, and this morning Its
effects, combined with his losses at gam
bling, had put him In a nasty temper.
"Go about your business. What do you
mean by this, anyhow?" he shouted.
But Sebastian, daied of mind and sick
Of soulj went on, unheeding. "She Is my
girl. Ypu promised me her freedom. I
warn you "
"Eh?" The planter ewayed forward
and with blazing eyes surveyed his slavo.
Esteban knew that he had done a foul
thing In risking the girl upon tho turn of
a card, end an Inner voice Warned him
that he would repent his action when
he beceme sober, but In hl present nipod
tM. very VitowW J
morft Tw V " 1i"r
At this moment neither master nor
man knew exactly whut ho said or did
Sebastian raised his hands on high. In
reality the gesture was meant to call
heaven as a witness to his years of faith
ful service, but, misconstruing his In
tent, Pablo Peza brought his riding whip
down across tho old man's back, crying.
"Ho! None of that!"
A shudder ran through Sebastian's
frame. Whirling, he seized Don Pablo's
wrist and tore the whip from hlo fingers.
Although the Spaniard was a strong man,
he uttered a ciy of pain.
At this Indignity to a guest Esteban
flew Into a fury. "Pancho!" ho cried.
"Ho! Pancho!" When the manager came
running, Esteban explained; 'This fool
Is dangerous. He raised his hand to me
and to Don Pablo."
Sebastian's protests wero drowned by
the angry olces of tho others.
"Tie him to yonder grating." directed
Esteban, who was still In the grip of a
senseless rage. "Flog him well and make
haste about It."
Sebastian, who had no time In which
to recover himself, made but a weak re
sistance when Pancho Cueto locked his
wrists Into a pair of clumsy, old fashioned
manacles, first passing ,the chain around
one of the bars of the Iron window grat
ing which Esteban had Indicated. Sebas
tian felt that his whole world was tum
bling about his ears. He thought he must
be dreaming.
Cueto swung a heavy lash; the sound
of his blows echoed through the qulnta,
and they summoned, among others, Dona
Isabel, who watched the scene from be
hind her shutter with much satisfaction.
The guests looked on approvingly.
Sebastian made no outcry. The face he
turned to his master, however, was puck
ered with reproach and bewilderment.
The whip bit deep; It drew blood and
raised welts the thickness of one's thumb;
nevertheless, for the first few moments,
the victim suffered less In body than In
spirit. His brain was so benumbed, so
shocked with other excitations, that he
was wetl-ntgh insensible to physical pain.
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"Then tell me is there really a treasure, or ?" Isabel Rasped. She choked; she could scarcely force the
question for fear of disappointment.
Esteban, light of his soul, had turned
against him all this was simply astound
ing. More, his simple mind could not
compass for the moment. Gradually,
however, he began to resent the shrieking
Injustice of it all, and unsuspected forces
gathered Inside of him. They grew until
his frame was shaken by prtmltlvo sav
age Impulses.
After a time Don Esteban cried: "That
will do, Cueto! Leave him now for the
flies to punish. They will remind him
of his Insolence."
Then tho guests departed, and Esteban
staggered Into the house and went to bed.
All that morning; Sebastian stood with
his hands chained high over his head,
Th sun grew hotter and ever hotter upon
hlsf Jrt4 bek; the btoe4 dri4 una
(dotted, tfeenaj A otoud of jttM.ttttv
swarming over the raw gashes left by
Cueto's whip.
Before leaving for Don Pablo's qulnta
Evangellna came to bid her father an
agonized furewell, and for a long time
after sho had gono the old man stood
motionless, senseless, scarcely breathing.
Nor did the other slaves venture to ap
proach him to offer sympathy or succor.
They passed with heads averted and with
fear In their hearts.
Since Don Esteban's nerves, or perhaps
it was his conscience, did not permit him
to sleep, he arose about noontime and
dressed himself. He was still drunk, and
the mad rage of the early morning still'
possessed him; therefote, when he
mounted hi;? horse he pretended not to
see' the Azure chained to tHe window
grating. Sebastian's affection for his
master was doglike and he had taken his
punishment as a dog takes his, more In
surprise than In anger, but at this proof
of callous indifference a Are kindled in
the old fellow's breast, hotter by far than
the fever from his fly-blown scores. He
was thirsty, too, but that was the least
of his sufferings.
Some time during the afternoon the
negro heard himself addressed through
the window against the bare of which
he leaned. The speaker waa Dona Isabel.
She had waited patiently until sho knew
he must be faint from exhaustion and
then she had let herself Into the room
behind the grating, whence she could talk
to him without fear of observation.
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"Yes, mistress." The speaker's tongue
was thick and swollen.
"La! La! What a crime! And you the
most faithful slave- in all Cuba!"
"1'es, mistress."
"Can I help you?"
The negro raised his head; he shook
his body to rid himself of the insects
which were devouring him.
"Give mo a drink of water," he said
hoarsely. .
"Surely, a great gourdful, all cool and
dripping from the well. But first I waht
you to tell me something. Come now, let
us have an understanding Villi each
other."
"A drink, for the love of Christ," panted
the old man, and Dona Isabel saw how
cracked and dry were his thick lips, how '
near the torture had come to prostrating
him.
"I'll do more," she promised, and her
voice waa like honey. "lit tell Pancho
Cueto to unlock you, even If I risk
Esteban's anger by so doing. You have
suffered too much, my good fellow. In-T
deed you have. Well, I can help yoli
now and In the future, or I can make
your Ute Just such a misery aa It h
been today. Will you be my frlendT WtH
you tell me something?" She was clot
to the window; her bla,ck eyes wer
gleaming; her face was ablaze with greek
"What can I tell your
"Oh, you know very welll I'ye asked k
often enough, but you have lied. Just aw
my husband has lied to, me. He Is a.
miser; he has no heart; he cares for tie
body, aa yoti can see. You must hate
him now, even as I hate him." Thr
was a silence, during which Doha Isabel
tried to read the expression on tiwt
tortured face In the sunlight. "Do you?
"Perhaps."
"Then tell me Is there really a treaty
ure, or ?" The woman gape4; - fy
cnoxea; ene coum scarcely rorce the ejwpr
tlon for fear of disappointment "TeJt
me there Is, Sebastian." She clutch th j
bars and shook them. "I've Ulrd ae '
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