Ip
bet.nl Lisabeta! "Where has she run off
to?"
"I was going to dress."
"AVehaye plcntv of time, my dear. Sit
down, take the first volume and read to
ine."
The companion toot the book and read a
few lines.
"Louder," said the Countess. "What is
the matter with you? HaTe you a cold?
Wait i moment, 'bring me that stool. 'A
little closer; that will do."
Lisabeta read two paces of the book.
"Throw ih-it stupid book away," said the
Countess. "What nonsense! Send it back
to Prince Paul, and tell hnn I am much
obliged to him; and the carriage, is it never
coming?"
"Here it is," replied Lisabeta, going to
the window.
"And now you are not drpssed. Why do
yon always keep me waiting? It is intol
erable!" Lhabeta ran to ber room. She had
sejreely been there two minutes when the
Countess ran? with nil her might. Her
maids rushed in at one door and her valet
at the other.
"You Jo not seem to- hear me when I
rinr," she cried.
"Go and tell Lisabeta that I am waiting
Jot her."
,At this moment Lisabeta entered, wear
ing a new walking dress and a iashionable
bonfet.
'A1 last, miss." cried the Counter. "But
what Vs that you lave jot on? and why?
For wb.oci are you dressing? What sort of
weither is it? "Quite stormy, I believe."
'No, your Excellency," said the valet;
"it is c'sivedingly line.""
"What do you know about it? Open the
ventilator. Just what I told you! A frigkt
lul wind, an'.' as icy as can be. Unharness
the horse5. Ivsa'octa, my cnild, we will not
so out to-day. It was scarcely worth while
to drc-s v much."
'What an existence!" said the companion
to herself.
Lisbeta Ivanovna wis, in .fact, a most un
happvlcreature. "The bread of the stranger
is bitter," says D3iite, "and his staircase
hard to climb." But who can tell the tor
ments of a poor little compenion attached
to an old lady of quality? The Countess
had all the caprices ot a voms.n spoilt by the
wnrld. She was avaricious a nd egotistical.
and thought all the moTe of h rself now that
she had ceased to play an active part in
society. She never mfssei a ball, and she
Pressed and painted in theatric of a bygone
ne. She remained in a cotrner of the room,
where she seemed to hirvo been placed
expressly to serve as .a scarecrow.
Lisabeta pased her life in ontinual torturp.
"When she went into socievjv her position
was sad. Everyone knew lnrr; no one paid
her any attention. At a balA he sometimes
danced, but only when a vis-a-vis was
wanted. Women would co'lie up to her,
take her by the arm. and lead her out ol
the room it their dress required attend
ing to. She had her portion of self
respect, and felt deeply the misery
of her position. She looked with im
patience for a liberator to break her
chain. But the voung men, prudent in the
midst of their affected j-jilclines, took care
not to honor her with their attentions;
though Lisabeta Ivanovna was a hundred
times prettier than the shameless or stupid
girls whom they surrounded wath their
homage.
One morning it was two days after the
party at NsroumofFs, and a -week before the
scene we have just sketched Lisabeta was
sitting at her embroidery .belore the
window, when, looking carelessly in
to the street she saw an officer,
in the uni'orm of the Engineers, stand
ing motionless with his eyes fixed upon her.
She lowered her head, ami applied Herself
to her work more attentively than ever.
Five minutes afterward she lookted aiechan
lcailvinto the street, and the officer was
still in the same place. Not being in the
habit of exchanging glance's with young
men who passed by her window, she re
mained with her eyes fixed on her work for
nearlv two hours, until she was told that
lunch was ready.
Shcthouchtno moreof him. Buttwodays
afterward, just as he was getting into the
carriage with the Countess, -she saw him
once more, standimr straight belore the door.
His lace was half concealed by a fur collar,
but his black eyes sparkled beneath his
helmet. Lisabeta was airaid, without know
ing why, and she trembled as she took her
seat in the carriage.
On returning home she rushed with a
beating heart toward the window. The offi
cer was in bis habitual place, with his eyes
fixed ardently upon tier. She at once with
drew, burning at the same time with
curin-ity. and moved by u strange feeiing,
which she now experienced lor the first
time.
No day now passed but the young officer
showed himself beneath the window. Be
fore long a dumb acquaintance was estab
lished between them. Sitting at her work
she felt his presence, and when tbe
raised her head she looked at him for a long
time every day. Theioung man seemed full
of gratitude lor these innocent lavors.
When Tomski asked his grandmother's
permission to present one of his friends, the
heart of the poor young girl beat strongly,
and when she heard that it was NaroumofT,
she bitterly repented having compromised
her secret by letting it out to a giddy young
man like Paul.
IieriiJ.nr.il was the son of a German settled
in Kuscu, from whom he had inherited a
small sum rf money. Firmly resolved to
preserve his inde penitence, he had made it a
principle not to touch his private income.
He lived on hi pay and did not allow liim
sell the slightest luxury. He was not very
communicative, and his reserve rendered it
difficult lor his comrades to amuse them
seiwsatlus expense.
Under an assumed calm he concealed
strong passion and a highly imaginative
disposition. But he was always master of
-himself and kept himself free Irom the
ordinary faults of young men. Thus, a
gambler by teruperament, he never touched
a cird, feeling, as lie himself said, that his
position did not allow him to "risk the
necessary in view of the superfluous." Yet
he would pas', entire nights before a card
table. Matching with feverish anxiety the
rapidchanges of the game. The anecdote of
Count St. Germain's three cards had struck
his imagination, and he did nothing but
.Vink of it ali that night.
"If," he said to himself next day, as he
was wa'king along the streets of St. Peters
burg, "il she would oulv tell ine her secret
li she would only name the three winning
cards! I must get presented to her, that I
may pay my court aud gain her confidence.
Yc! Aud she :s 87! She may die thin week
In-niorrow perhaps. But after all. is there
a word f truth m the story? No! Economy,
Temperance, Work; these are my three win
iling cards. With them I can double my
capital; increase it tenfold. They alone can
insure my independence and prosperity."
Dreaming in this way as he walked along,
Ins attention was attracted by a house built
in an antiquated style of architecture. The
street was lull of carriages, which passed
one by one before the old house, now brill
iantly illuminated. As the people stepped
nut of the carriages Hermann saw now the
little feet of a young noman, now the mili
tary boot of a general. Then came a clocked
stocking; then, again, a diplomatic pump,
l'ur-imed cloaks and coats passed in pro
cession before a gigantic porter.
Hermann stopped. "Who lives here?" he
said to a watchman in his box.
"The Countess Anna Fcdotovna." It was
To rj ski's grandmother.
Hermann started. The story of the three
cards came once more upon his Imagination.
He walked to and fro before the house,
thinking of the woman to whom it belonged,
ot her wealth and her mysterious power. At
last he returned to his den. But lor some
time he could not get to sleep; aud when at
last sleep came upon him, he saw, dancing
before his eyes, cards, a green table, and
heaps of roubles and hank notes. He saw
himself doubling stake after stake, always
winning, and then filling his pockets with
piles of coin, and staffing his pockctbook
with countless bank notes. When he awoke,
he sighed to find that his treasures were but
creations of a disordered fancy; and, to drive
sucn thoughts from him, he went out for a
walk. But he had not gone far when he
found himself once more before the house of
the Countess. He seemed to have been at
tracted there bv some irresistible force. He
Monped. and looked up at the windows!
j There lie saw a girl's bead with beautiful
i black hair, leaning gracefully over a book or
an embroidery frame. J.he head was lifted,
and he saw a fresh complexion and black
eye.
This moment decided his fate.
CHAPTER III.
Lisabeta was just taking off her shawl
and her bonnet, when the Countess sent for
her. She had had the horses pnt in
again.
While two footmen were helping the old
lady into the carriage, Lisabeta saw the
young officer at her side. She felt him take
her bv the hand, lost her head, and found,
when the young officer had walked away,
that he had left a paper between her
fingers. She hastily conctaled it in her
glove.
During the whole of the drive she neither
saw nor heard. When they were in the car
riage together the Countess was in the habit
of questioniug Lisabeta perpetually.
"Who is that man that bowed to us?
What is the name ot this bridge? What is
there written en that signboard?"
Lisabeta now gave the mon absurd an
swers, and was accordingly scolded by the
Countess
"What is the matter with yon, child?"
she asked. "What are you thinking about?
Or do you really not hear me? I speak dis
tinctly enough, however, and I have not yet
lost my head, have I?"
Lisabeta was not listening. When she
got back to the house she ran to her room,
locked the door, and took the scrap of paper
from her glove. It was not sealed, and
it was impossible, therefore, not to read it.
The letter contained protestations of love.
It wastender, respectful and translated word
for word from a German novel. But Lisa
befta did not read German, and she was
quite delighted. She was, however, much
embarrassed. For the first time in her life
she had a secret. Correspond with a young
man! The idea of such a thing frightened
her. How imprudent she had been! She
had reproached herself, but knew not now
what to do.
Cease to do her work at the window, and
by persistent coldness try and disgust the
young officer? Send him back his letter?
Answer him in a firm, decided manner?
What line of conduct was she to pursue?
She had no friend, no one to advise her.
She at last decided to send an answer. She
sat down at her little table, took pen aud
paper, and began to think. More than once
she wrote a sentence and then tore up the
paper. What she had written seemed too
stiff, or else it was wanting in reserve. At
last, after much trouble, she -succeeded in
composing a few lines which seemed to
meet the case. "I believe." she wrote,
"that your intentions are those of an honor
able man, aud that you would not wish to
offend me bv any thoughtless conduct. But
you must understand that our acquaintance
cannot begin in this way. I return your
letter, and trust you will not give me cause
to regret my imprudence."
Neit day as soon as Hermann made his
appearance, Lisabeta left her embroidery,
and went into the drawing room, opened the
ventilator, and threw her letter into the
street, making sure that the young officer
wouli pick it up.
Hermann, in fact, at once saw it, and,
picking it up, entered a confectioner's shop
in order to read it. Finding nothing dis
couraging in it, he went home sufficiently
pleased with the first step in his love ad
venture. Some days afterward a young person with
lively eves" called to. see Miss Lisabeta on
the part of a milliner. Lisabeta wondered
what she conld want, and suspected, as she
received her, some secret intention. She
was much surprised, however, when she
recognized, on the letter that was now handed
to her, the writing of Hermann.
"You make a mistake," she said, "this
letter is not for me."
"I beg your pardon," said the milliner,
with a slight smile; "be kind enough to
read it."
Lisabeta glanced at it Hermann was
asking lor au appointment.
"Impossible!" she cried alarmed both at
the boldness of the request and at the man
ner in which it was made. "This letter is
not for me," she repeated; and she tore it
into a hundred pieces.
"If the letter was not for von, why did
you tear it up? Yon should have gien it j
me back, that l might tate it to the person
it was meant for."
"True," said Lisabeta, quite discon
certed. "But bring me no more letters, and
tell the nersnn who gave von this one that
he ought to blush for his conduct."
Hermann, however, was not a man to give
up what he had once undertaken. Every
day Lisabeta received a lresh letter from
him sent now in one way now in another.
They were no longer translated from the
German. Hermann wrote under the in
fluence of a commanding passion, and spoke
a language which was his own. Lisabeta
could not hold out against such torrents of
eloquence. She received the letters, kept
them, and at last answered them. Every
day her answers were longer and more affec
tionate, until at last she tLrew ont of the
window a letter couched as follows:
"This evening there is a ball at th; Em
bassy. The Countess will Jbe there. We
shall remain until 2 in the morning. You
may manage to see me alone. As soon as
the Countess leaves home, that is to say,
toward 11 o'clock, the servants are sure
to go out, and there will be no one leit
hut the porter, who will be sure to
be asleep in his box. Enter as oon as it
strikes 11. and go upstairs as fast as pos
sible. If you find anyone in the ante
chamber ask whether the Countess is at
home, and you will be told that she is out,
and, in that case, you must resign yourself
and go away. In all probability, however,
you.will meet no one. The Countess' women
are together in a distau room. When you
are once in the ante-chamber, turn to the
left and walk straight on nntil you reach
the Countess' bedroom. There, behind a
large screen, you will see two doors. The
one on the right leads to a dark mom. The
one on the left leads to a corridor, at the end
of which is a little winding staircase, which
leads to my parlor."
At 10 o'clock Hermann was already on
duty belore the Countess' door. At last the
Countess' carriage drew up. He saw two
huge footmep come forward and take
beneath the arms a dilapidated
specter, and placed it on the cushions, well
wrapped up m an enormous fur cloak. Im
mediately afterward, in a cloak of lighter
make, her head crowned with natural flow
ers, came Lisabeta, who sprang into the
carriage like a dart. The door was closed,
nnd the carriage rolled on softly over the
snow.
The porter closed the street door, and
soon the windows of the first floor became
dark. Silence reigned throughout the
house. Hermann walked backward and
forward; then coming to a lamp he looked
at his watch. It was 20 minute to 11.
Leaning against tiie lamp-post, his eyes
fixed on the long hand of his watch, he
counted impatiently the minutes which
had yet to pass. At 11 o'clock precisely,
Hermann walked up the steps, pushed open
the street door, and went into the vestibule,
which was well lighted. As it happened
the porter was not there. With a firm and
rapid step he rushed up the staircase and
reached the ante-chamber. There, before a
lamp, a footman was sleeping, stretched in
a dirty, greasy dressing gown. Hermann
passed quickly be.'ore him and crossed the
dining room and the drawing room, where
there was no light. But the lamp ot the
ante-chamber helped him to see. At last
he reached the Countess' bedroom. Before
a screen covered with old icons (sacred
pictures) a golden lamp was burning. Gilt
armchairs, sofas of faded colors, furnished
with soft cushions, were arranged symmet
rically along the walls, which were hung
with China silk. He saw two large por
traits, painted by Madame le Brun. One
represented a man of 40, stout and full col
ored, dressed in a light green coat, with a
decoration on his breast. The second por
trait was that of an elegant young
woman, with an aquiline nose, powdered
hair rolled back on the temples, and with a
rose over her ear. Everywhere might be
seen shepherds and shepherdesses in Dres
den china, with vases of all shapes, clocks
by Leroy, workbaskds, fans, and all the
thousand playthings for the use of ladies of
fashion, discovered in the last century, at
THE
the time of Montgolfier's balloons and Mes
iner's animal magnetism.
Hermann passed behind the screen, which
concealed a little iron bedstead. He saw
the two doors; the one on the right leading
to the dark room, the one on the left to the
corridor. He opened the latter, saw the
staircase which led to the poor little com
panion's parlor, and then, closing this door,
went into the dark room.
The time passed slowly. Everything was
quiet in the house. The drawing room clock
struck midnight, and again there was
silence. Hermann was standing up, leaning
against the stove, in which there was no
fire. He was calm; but his heart beat with
quick pulsations, like that of a man deter
mined to brave all dangers he might have
to meet, because he knows them to bo in
evitable. He heard 1 o'clock strike;
then 2; and soon afterward the distant
roll ot a carriage. He now, in spite of
himself, experienced some emotion. The
carriage approached rapidly and stopped.
There was at once a great noise of servants
running about the staircases, and a con
fusion of voices. Suddenly the rooms were
nil lit up, and the Countess' three anti
quated maids came at once into the bed
room. At last appeared the Countess her
self. The walking mummy sank into a large
Voltaire arm chair. Hermann looked
through the crack in the door; he saw
Lisabeta piss close to him, and heard her
hurried step as she went up the little
winding staircase. For a moment he felt
something like rpmorse; but it soon passed
off, and his heart was once more of stone.
The Countess beuan to undress before a
looking-glass. Her head-dress of roses was
taken off. and her powdered wig separated
from her own hair,which was veryshortand
quite white. Pins fell in showers around
her. At last she was in her dressing-gown
and her nightcap, and in this costume, more
suitable to her age, was less hideous than
before.
Like most old people, the Countess was
tormented by sleeplessness. She had her
armchair rolled toward one ot the windows,
and told her maids to leave her. The lights
were putout, and the room was lighted only
by the lamp which burned before the holy
images. The Countess, sallow and wrinkled,
balanced herself gently from right to left.
In her dull eyes could be read an utter ab
sence of thought; and as she moved from
side to side, one inizht have said that she
did so not by any action of the will, but
through some secret mechanism.
Suddenly this death's-head assumed a
new expression; the lips ceased to tremble,
and the ejes became alive. A strange man
had appearedTitfore the Countess!
It was Hermann.
"Do not be alarmed, madam," said Her
mann, in a low voice, but very distinctly.
"For the love of heaven, do not be alarmed.
I do not wish to do you the slightest harm;
on the contrary, I come to implore a favor
of you."
The old woman looked at him in silence,
as if she did not understand. Thinking she
was deaf, he leaned toward her ear and re
peated what he had said; but the Countess
still remained silent.
"You can ensure the Jaappiness of my
whole life, and without its costing you a
farthing. I know that you can name to me
three cards "
The Countess now understand what he re
quired. "It was a joke," she interrupted. "I
swear 10 you it was only a joke."
"No, madam." replied Hermann in an
angry tone. "Remember Tchaplitzkl, and
how "you enabled him to win."
The Countess was agitated. For a mo
ment her features expressed strong emotion;
but they soon resumed their former dull
ness. "Cannot you name to me," said Hermann,
"three inning cards?"
The Countess remained silent. "Why
keep this secret for your great-grandchildren,"
he continued. "They are rich
enough without; they do not know the value
of money. Of what profit would your three
cards be to them? They are debauchees.
The man who cannot keep his inheritance
will die in want, though be had the science
of demons at his comtuanl. I am a steady
man. I know the value of money. Your
three cards will not be lost upon me.
Come!"
He stopped tremblingly, awaitinga reply.
The Countess did not utter a word. Her
mann went upon his knees.
"If your heart Jhas ever known the passion
oilove"; if you can remember its sweet ecsta
cies; il you have ever been touched by the
cry of a rew-born babe; if any human feel
ing has ever caused your heart to beat, I
entreat you by the love of a husband, a. lover,
a mother, by "all that is sacred in life, not to
reject my prayer. Tell me your secret!
Reflect! You are old; you have not long to
live! Remember that the happiness of a
man is in your hands; that not only myself,
but my children and ray grandchildren will
bless your memory as a saint."
The old Countess answered not a word.
Hermann rose, and drew a pistol from his
pocket.
"Hag I" he exclaimed, "I will make you
speak."
At the sight of the pistol the Countess for
the second time showed agitation. Her head
shook violently; she stretched out her hands
as if to put the weapon aside. Then sud
denly she fell back motionless.
"Come, don't be childish 1" said Her
mann. "I adjure you for the last time; will
you name the three cards?"
The Countess did not answer. IlermaDn
saw that she was dead !
CHAPTER IV.
Lisabeta was sitting in her room, still in
her ball dress, lost in the deepest medita
tion. On her return to the house she had
sent away her maid and had gone up
stairs to her room, trembling at the idea
of finding Hermann there; desiring, in
deed, not to find him. One glance showed
her that he was not there, and she
gave thanks to Providence that he bad
missed the appointment. She sal down
pensively, without thinking of taking off
her cloak, and allowed to pass through her
memory ail the circumstances of the intrigue
which had begun such a fhort time back,
and had already advanced so far. Scarcely
three weeUs had passed since she had first
seen the young officer from her wiudow,
aud already she had written to him, and he
hrd succeeded in inducing her to make an
appointment She knew his name, and that
was all. She had received a quantity of
letters from him, bnt he had never spoken
to her; she did not know the sound of his
voice, and until that evening, strangely
enough, she had never heard him spoken
of.
But that very evening Tomski, fancying
he had noticed that the young Princess
Pauline, to whom he had been paying assid
uous court, was flirting, contrary to her cus
tom, with another man, had wished to re
venge himself by making a Miow of indif
ference. With this noble object he had in
vited Lisabeta to take part in an intermina
ble mazurka; but he teased her immensely
about her partiality for engineer officers,
and, pretending all the time to know
much more than be really did,
hazarded purely in fun a few guesses
which were so happy that Lisabeta thought
her secret must havt been discovered.
"But who tells you all this?" she said,
with a smile.
"A friend of the very officer you know, a
most original man."
"And who is this man that is so original?,"
"His name is Hermann."
She answered nothing, but her hands and
feet seemed to be ol ice.
"Hermann is a hero of romance," con
tinued Tomski. "Hi has the profile of
Napoleon, and the soul of Mcphistophcles.
1 believe lie has at least three crimes on his
conscience. . . . But how pule you are!"
"I have a bad headache. But what did
this Mr. Hermann tell you ? Is not that
his name?'
"Hermann Is very much displeased with
his friend, with the Engineer officer who
has made your acquaintance. He says that
in his place he would behave very differ
ently. But I am quite lure that Hermann
himself has designs upon you. At least, he
seems to listen with remarkable interest to
ail-that his friend tells him about you."
"And where has be seen me?"
"Perhaps in church, perhaps in the
street; heaven knows where."
At this moment three ladies came forward
PITTSBURG DISPATCH,
according to the custom of the mazurka, and
asked Tomski to choose between "forgetful
ness and regret"
And the conversation which had so pain
fully excited the curiosity of Lisabeta came
to an end.
The lady who, in virtue of the infidelities
peruiitted"by the mazurka, had just been
chosen by Tomski, was the Princess Pauline.
During the rapid evolutions which the fig
ure obliged them to make, there was a grand
explanation between them, until at last he
conducted her to a chair, and returned to
his partner.
Bnt Tomski could now think no more,
either of Hermann or Lisabeta, and he tried
in vain to resume the conversation. But
the mazurka was coming to an end, and
immediately afterward the old Countess rose
to go.
Tomski's mysterious phrases were nothing
more than the usual platitudes of the ma
zurka, but they had made a deep impression
npon the heart of the poor little companion.
The portrait sketched by Tomski had struck
her as very exact; and with her romantic
ideas, she saw in the rather ordinary count
enance of her adorer something to tear and
admire. She was now sitting down with her
cloak off. with bare shoulders; her head,
crowned with flowers, falling forward from
fatigue, when suddenly the door opened and
Hermann entered. She shuddered.
"Where were you?" she said, trembling
all over.
"In the Countess's bedroom. I have
just left her," replied Hermann. "She is
dead."
"Great heavens 1 What are you saying?"
"I am afraid," he said, "that I am the
cause of her death."
Lisabeta looked at film in consternation,
and remembered Tomski's words: "He
has at least three crimes on his conscience."
Hermann sat down by the window, and
told everything. The young girl listened
with terror.
So those letters, so full of passion, those
burning expressions, (his daring obstinate
pursuit all this had been inspired by
anything but love ! Money alone had
inflinied the man's soul. She, who had
nothing but a heart to oiler, how could she
make him happy? Poor child I she had
been the blind instrument of a robber, of the
murderer of her old benefactress. She wept
hitterly in the agony of her repentance.
Hermann watched her in silence; but neither
the tears of the unhappy girl, nor her beauty,
rendered more touching by her grief, could
move his heart of iron. He had no remorse
in thinking of the Countess' death. One
sole thought distressed him the irreparable
loss of the secret whicli was to have made
his fortune.
"You are a monster!" said Lisabeta, after
a long silence.
"I did not mean to kill her," replied
Hermann coldly. "My pistol was not
loaded."
Thoy remained for some time without
speaking, without looking at one another.
Ibe day was breaking, and Lisabeta put
out her candle. She wiped her eyes,
drowned in tears, and raised them toward
Hermann. He was standing close to the
window, his arms crossed, with a frown on
his forehead. In this attitude be reminded
her involuntarily of the portrait of Napoleon.
The resemblance overwhelmed her.
"How am I to get you away?" she said at
last. "I thought you might go out by the
back stairs. But it would be necessary to go
through the Countess' bedroom, and I am
too frightened."
"Tell me how to get to the staircase, and I
will go alone."
She went to a drawer, took out a key,
which she handed to Hermann, and gave
him the necessary instructions. Hermann
took her icy hand, kiised her on the fore
head aud departed.
He went down the staircase, and enterad
the Countess' bedroom. She was seated
quite stiff in her armchair; but her features
were in no way contracted. He stopped for
a moment and" gazed into her face as if to
make sure of the terrible reality. Then he
entered the dark room, and, feeling behind
the tapestry, found the little door which
opened on to a staircase. As he went down
it, strange ideas came into his head. "Going
down the staircase," he said to himself,
"6ome 60 years ago. at about this time. may
have been" seen some man in an embroidered
coat with powdered wig, pressing to his
breast a cocked hat: same gallant who has
long been buried; and now the heart of his
aged mistress has ceased to beat"
At the end of the staircase he found an
other door, which his key opened, and he
found himself in the corridor which led to
the street.
CHAPTER V.
Three days after this fatal night, at 9
o'clock in the morning, Hermann entered
the convent where the last respects were to
be paid to the last remains of the old
Countess. He felt no remorse, though he
could not deny to himself that he was the
poor woman's assassin. Having no religion,
he was, as usual in such cases, very super
stitious; believing that the dead Countess
might exercise a malignant influence on his
life, he thought to appease her spirit by at
tending her funeral.
The church was full of people, and it was
difficult to get in. The body had been
placed on a rich catafalque, beneath a
canopy of velvet. The Countess was re
posing in an open coffin, her hands joined
on her breast, with a dress of white satin,
and head-dress of lace. Around the
catfalque the was family assembled.the serv
ants in black caftans with a knot of ribbons
on the shoulder, exhibiting the colors of the
Countess' coat of arms. Each of them
held a wax candle in his hand. The rela
tions, in deep mourning children, grand
children, and great-grandchildren were all
present; but none of them wept.
To have shed tears would have looked
like affectation. The Countess was so old
that her death could have taker no one by
surprise, and she had long been looked upon
as already out of the world. The funer
al sermon was delivered by a
celebrated preicher. In a few simple,
touching phrases he painted the final depart
ure of the just, who had passed long years of
contrite preparation for a Christian end. The
service concluded in the midst of respectful
silence. Then the relations went toward the
defunct to take a last farewell. After them,
in a long procession, all who had
been invited to tne ceremony bowed,
for the last time, to her who
for so many years had been a scarecrow at
their entertainments. Finally came the
Countess' household; among them was re
marked an old governess, of the same age us
the deceased, supported by two women. She
had not strength enough to kneel down, but
tears flowed from her eyes, as she kissed the
hand of her old mistress.
In his turn Hermann advanced toward the
enffiu. He knelt down for n moment on the
flagstones, which were strewed with branches
of yew. Tnen he rose, as pale as
death, and walked up the steps of
the catafalque. He bowed his head. But
suddenly the dead woman seemed to be
staring at him; and with a mocking iook
she opened and shut one eye. Hermann by
a sudden movement started and fell back
ward. Several persons hurried toward him.
At the same moment, close to the church
door, Lisabeta fainted.
Throughout the day, Hermann suffered
from a strange indisposition. In a quiet
restaurant, where he took his meals, he,
contrary, to his habit, drank a great deal of
wine, with the object of stupefying himself.
But the wine had no effect but to excite his
imagination, and give fresh activity to the
ideas with which he was preoccupied.
He went home earlier than usual; lay down
with his clothes on upon the bed, and fell
into a leaden sleep. When he irate up it
was night, and the room was lighted 'up by
the rays of the moon. He looked at his
watch; it was 2:45, He could sleep no more.
He sat up on the bed aud thought
of the old Countess. At this mo
ment someone in the street passed
the window, looked into the room, and then
went on. Hermann scarcely noticed it; but
iu another minute he heard the door of the
ante-chamber open. . He thought that his
orderly, drunk as usual, was returning from
some nocturnal excursion, bnt the step was
one to which he was not accustomed. Some-
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body seemed.to be softly walking over the
floor in slippers.
The door opened, and a woman, dressed
entirely in white, entered the bedroom. Her
manne thought it must be his old nurse, and
he asked himself, what she could want at
that time of night
But the woman in white, crossing the
room with a rapid step, was now at the foot
of his bed, and Hermann recognized the
Countess.
"I come to you against my wish," she
said jn a firm voice. "I am forced to grant
your prayer. Threp, seven, ace, will win,
if played one after the other; but you must
not play more than one card in 24 honrs,
and afterward as long as yon live you must
never touch a card again. I forgive you
my death, on condition of your marrying
my companion,. Lisabeta Ivanovna."
With these words she walked toward the
door, aud gliding with her slippers over the
floor, disappeared. Hermann heard the
door of the ante-chamber open, and soon
afterward saw a white figure pass along the
street It stopped for a moment before his
window, as if to look at him.
Hermann remained for some time as
tounded. Then he got np and went into the
next room. His orderly, drunk as usnal,
was asleep on the floor. ' He bad much diffi
culty in waking him, and then could not
obtain from him the least explanation.
The door of the ante-chamber was locked.
Hermann went back to his bedroom, and
wrote down all the details of his vision.
CHAPTER VI.
Two fixed ideas can no more exist together
in the moral world than in the physical
two bodies can occupy the same place at the
same time; and "Three, seven, ace" soon
drove away Hermann's recollection ot the
old Countess' last moments. "Three, seven,
ace" were now in his head to the exclusion
of everything else.
They followed bin in his dreams, and ap
peared to him in strange forms. Threes
seemed to be spread before him like mag
nolias, scvenstook the form of Gothic doors,
and aces became gigantic spiders.
His thoughts concentrated themselves on
one single point. How was he to profit by
the secret so dearly purchased? What if he
applied for leaves to travel? At Paris, he
said to himself, he would find some gamb
ling house, where, with his three cards, he
could at once make bis fortune.
Chance soon came to his assistance. There
was at Moscow a society of rich gamblers,
presided over by the celebrated Tchekalin
ski, who had passed all his life playing at
cards, and had amassed millions. For while
he lost silver only, he gained bank notes.
His magnificent house, his excellent kitch
en, his cordial manners, had brought him
numerous frieuds and secured for him gen
eral esteem.
When he came to St. Petersburg, the
young men of the capital filled his rooms,
torsakiug balls for his card parties, and pre
ferring the emotions of gambling to the
fascinations of flirting. Hermann was taken
to Tchekalinski by Naroumofl. They passed
through a long suite of rooms, full of the
most attentive, obsequious servants. The
place was crowded. Generals and high 'offi
cials were playing at whist; young men were
stretched out on the sofas, eatiag ices and
smoking long pipes. In the principal room
at the head of a long table, around which'
were assembled a score of young players, the
master of the house held a faro bank.
He was a man ol about CO, with a sweet
and noble expression ot face, and hair white
as snow. On his full, florid countenance
might be read good humor and benevo
lence. His eyes shone with a perpet
ual smile. Naroumoff introduced Her
mann. Tchekalinskic took him by the
hand, told him that he was glad to see him;
that no one stood on ceremony in his house,
and then went on dealing. The deal occu
pied some time, and stakes were made on
more than 30 cards. Tchekalinski waited
patiently to allow the wiuuers time to double
their stakes, paid what he had lost, listened
politely to all observations and, more polite
ly still" put straight the corners of cards,
when in a fit of absence some one had taken
the liberty of turning them down. At last
when the game was at an end, Tchekalinski
collected the cards, shuffled tbeni again, had
them cut and then dealt anew.
"Will you allow me to take a card?" said
Hermann", stretching out his arm above a
lat man who occupied nearly the whole of
one side of the table. Tchekalinski, with a
gracious smile, bowed in consent Narou
moff complimented Hermann, with a laugh,
on the cessation bf the austerity by which
his conduct had hitherto been marked, and
wished him all kinds of happiness on the oc
casion of his first appearance in the char
acter of a gambler.
"Tnere!" said Hermann, after writing
some figures on the back of his card.
"How much?" asked the banker, half
closiu- his eyes. "Excuse mc, I cannot
see.
"Forty-seven thousand roubles," said
Hermann.
Everyone's eyes were directed toward the
new player.
'"He has lost his head," thought Narou
moff. "Allow me to point out to you," said
Tchekalinski, with his eternal smile, "that
von are playing rather high. We never nut
down here, as a first stake, more than 173
roubles."
"Very well," said Hermann; "but do you
accept my stake or not?"
Tchekalinski bowed iu token of accepta
tion. "I onlv wish to point out to you," he
said! "that although I am perfectly sure of
mv friends I can only play against ready
money. I am quite convinced that your
word is as good as gold; but to keep up the
rules of the game and to facilitate calcula
tions, I should be obliged to you if you
would put the money on your card."
Hermann look a bank-note from his
pocket and handed it to Tchekalinski, who,
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on Hermann's card.
Then he began to deal. He turned up on
the right a ten, and on the left a three.
"I win," said Hermann, exhibiting his
three.
A murmur of astonishment ran through
the assembly. The banker knitted his eye
brows, but speedily his face resumed its
everlasting smile.
"Shall I settle at once?" he asked.
"If vou will be kind enough to do so,"
said Hermann.
Tchekalinski took a bundle of banknotes
from his pocketbook and paid. Hermann
pocketed his winnings and left the table.
Naroumoff was lost in astonishment. Her
mann drank a glass of lemonade and went
home.
The next evening he returned to the house.
Tchekalinski again held the bank. Her
mann went to vthe table, and this time the
players hastened to make room for him.
Tchekalinski received him with a most
gracious bow. Hermann waited, took a
card, and staked on it his 47,000 roubles, to
gether with the like snm which he had
gained the evening before.
Tchekalinski began to deal. He turned
up on the right a knave, and on the left a
seven.
Hermann exhibited a seven.
There was a general exclamation. Tchek
alinski was evidently ill at ease, but
he counted out the 94,000 roubles to Her
mann, who took them in the calmest man
ner, rose from the table and went away.
The next evening, at the aceus'omed honr,
he again appeared. Everyone was expect
ing him. Generals and high officials had
left their whist to watch this extraordinary
play. The young officers had quitted their
sofas, and even the servants of the house
pressed round the table.
When Hermann took his seat, the other
plavcrs ceased to stake, so impatient" were
they to see him have it out with the banker,
who, still smiling, watched the approach of
his antagonist and prepared to meet him.
Each of them untied at the same time a
pack of cards. Tchekalinski shuffled, and
Hermann cnt Then the latter teok ud a
card and covered it with a heap of bank
notes. It was like the preliminaries of a
duel. A deep silence reigned through the
room.
Tchekalinski took up the cards with
trembling hands and dealt On one side be
put down a queen and on the other side an
ace.
"Ace wins," said Hermann.
"No. Queen loses," said Tchekalinski.
Hermann looked. Instead of ace, he-saw
a queen of spades before him. He could not
trust his eyes! And now as he gazed, in
fascination, on the fatal card, he fancied
that he saw the queen ot spades open and
then close her eye, while at the same
time she gave a mocking smile. He
fell a thrill of nameless horror. The
queen of spades resembled the dead Coun
tess! Hermann is now at the Obonkhoff Asy
lum, room No. 17 a hopeless madman !
He answers no questions which we put to
him. Only he mumbles to himself without
cessatiqn, "Three, seven, aee; three, seven,
queen !" From the Rut$ian of Alex. Push
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Rev. Dr. Lyman Abbott's Views on
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A FEW OF THE TOPICS WIUCH WILL
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Pulpits To-iiorrow.
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The Sunday school topic for to-morrow's
study is, "Naaman Healed." Dr. Lyman
Abbott, of Plymouth Church, Brooklyn,
.has this, among many other good things,
to say of the lesson:
"The condition of healing. Faith but
what kind of faith? The kind that obeys.
It was not required of Naaman that he
should declare his belief in any articles of
theology whatsoever. Nor was there re
quired of him any expression of feeling.
He was not questioned as to his experience.
He might go to the river doubting; that
would not prevent the cure. If obeyed,
that was enough; he should be healed.
Nay, more than that; it is tolerably evident
that neither his faith nor his feeling was of
a very commendable sort He simply re
solved to try the experiment, with appar
ently small expectation of any result Set
your class to look through the Bible to see
if they find any case in which feeling was
required as a condition of healing, either
spiritual or physical. They will look in
vain. Let them look for a case in which
there was not some act of obedience. And
still they will look in vain. To have faith
in Christ is to follow him in what he bids
us do. He who docs this is saved no mat
ter what creed he starts with no matter
what lack of feeling may be his. He who
disobeys cannot compensate for that lack ot
obedience either by a correct creed or by
ardency of feeling."
Sunday Services In ritubnrg Churches.
St. Peter's P. K. Chnrch. Rev. W. R.
Mackav, rector Services at 10:30 A. M. and 7iiO
P.M.
Shadysidc U. P. Church. Osceola street
schoolbouse Rev. J. K. McClurkin. D. D., will
preach at 3-7).
First U. P. Church. Seventh avenne
Preaching at 10:3(1 A. M. and 7:30 P. M. by Rev.
-M. U. Kyle, of Philadelphia.
Fourth Avenne Baptist Church, H. C.
Applctrarth. pastor IKiO A. jr.. "Grieving tho
Spirit;" 7:30 p. 31.. "A Man's Life."
Eighth Presbyterian Church. Rey. E. K.
Donehoo, pastor 10:45 A. jr.. "Suppressed
Lives;" 730 r. jr.. "The Model Sermon."
Denny M. E. Church 10:30 a. si.. "Casting
Stones;" 7:30 P. ;r., Roy. J. W. M llos. D. V., will
preach and administer tho sacrament
Lawrenceville Presbyterian Church, Rev.
A. E. Linn, pastor Subject. lOSiO A. M "Look
On." 7:30 P. 3f., "Wilt Ibou be Made Wholer"
Southside Presbyterian Church, corner
Twentieth and Sarah streets. Iter. K. It. Far
rand, pastor Services at 10:30 A. if. and 7:30
P.M.
St. Mark's Memorial Reformed Church.
North Highland avenue Services at 11 a. m.
and 7:45 p. St.. to be conducted by Rey. &.S. Gil
son. First English Lutheran Church, Grant
street Rev. Edmund Belfonr. D. D., pastor
Services morning and evening at the usual
hours.
East End Christian Church, T. D. Butler.
astor Morning: "Peace. How Gained and
iost" Evening: "Paradise- Lost and Re
gained." Unitarian Church, Rev.J.G.Townsend.D.D.,
minister Topic, "American Mechanics and
Worklmjmen." Sermon subject, "Christian"
Tolerance."
Lawrenceville English Lutheran Chnrch,
C. P. Harrah, pastor Morning subject, "Bo
hold theJIan." Evening, "The Wreck ot a
Noblo Life."
First Presbvterian Church, Wood street.
Rev. George T. Pnrves, Dl J)., pastor Services
at 10:30 A. 3t. and 7:15 p. jr. Evening subject,
"Judas Iscanot"
Central Presbyterian Church, Rev. A. A,
Mealy, pastor Morning subject "Here Wo
Have No Continuing City;" evening subject
"Righteous Rulings."
Emory M. E. Church. Rev. C. V. Wilson,
pastor Services at 11 A. 31. and 7:30 p.m.
Evening sermon. "Tho Sower," the llrst of a
series on the parables.
Forty-third Street Presbyterian Church,
Rev. H H. Stiles, pastor Services at 10:30 A.
at. and 730 p. M. Young people's meeting on
Monday evening at 7:30.
Shady Avenue Baptist Chnrch Morning
subject, "FourFundamental Factsin Religion."
Evening subject. "Tho Morals of Earth versus
the Morals of Heaven."
Central Christian Cnnrcb. H. W. Talmage,
pastor Services at 10:30 A.M. and 7:30 p. M.
Morning theme. "The Crnciflxlou of Christ."
Evening: "The City of God."
Oakland M. E. Church. Rev. T. N. Eaton,
pastor Subject for morning "service, "some
Personal friends of Jesus:" evening, "How
We May Learn to Love God."
Oakland Baptist Church, Rev. William
Ward West plsttir Morning services at 10:15.
"The Believers' Oman With Christ." Evening
gospel services at 7-JlO o'clock.
Thirty-third Street U. P. Church Preach
ing 1030 by Rev. J. H. Paxion, subject, "Per
fect Walk Before God?' 7:30. by Rey. W. K.
Fulton, snbject "Christian Joy."
Third Presbyterian Church, Sixth avenue.
Rev E. I'. Cowan. D. D.. pastor Services 10:45
A. 31. and 7:15 P. M. Eveningstihject, "A Rain
bow Round About the Throne."
Fitth 17. P. Church. Webster avenue. Rev. J.
W. Hartsha. pastor 10:30 A. jr. and 7:30 P. jr.
Murnrag. "Tha Motkl Congregation, IV."
Evening, "How to Use a EIe3Sing."
Fifth Avenne M. E. Chnrch. L. McGuire,
pastor 10:30 a. m., "Joy and Gladuess, for Sor
row and Sielnng;" 7:45 P. jr., "Joy in iielvon
Over One Sinner That Reoentetb."
First R. P. Church, Rev. Nevin Woodside,
pastor Morning subject, "A Pious SeVvant in
a Heathen Home." 'Evening, "The Necessity
for Religious Worship While Traveling."
Grace Reformed Church, Rev. John H. J
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Prngh, pastor Morning sermon byFln!yy.
Kennedy. Evening seronn-4ij-' thfl pastor.
Subject: "The Secrefof a Blessed Death."
Lawrenceville Baptist Church Services In
German chnrch. Fortv-fonrth street, services
at 3 P. 31.. led by Rey. D. S.Mul hern. Subject,
"The City of (Sod." Sunday school 1:30 P. M-
Seventh Prclivterlan Church. Herron ava
nne. Rev. C. S. -McClelland, pastor 10:30 A. Jt:
"Giving Oneself;" 7:30 p. 31.: The second of a
series-in answer to the question, "What IsSint"
MtWashington Presbyterian Church. Rov.
E. S. Farrand. pistor 10:30 A. 3t "Llvirgin
Faith:" 7:30 P. 3t., "Whit Hinders Our Con
version?" C:30 P. M "Obedience in LIttl
Things."
Christ M. E. Church, Rev. G. W. fzer.D.D..
nastor Morning snbject: "The Trno Motive,
Aim. and Engagement of Life." Evening
snbject: "A Universal Reception The Penitent
Welcomed."
Reformatory Forces of Christianity." Sun
day school at 10 A. 31.
Second Presbyterian Chnrch. Rev. J. R.
Sutherland, D.D.. pastor Snbject in the morn
ing. "One of the Veritable .Mistakes of Moses;"
In tho eveninc, 'Christian Manliness" spe
cially for young people.
Sixth United Presbyterian Church, Rev.
R. M. Russell, pastor Services 11 A. Jt. and
7:45 p. 31. .Morning sermon: "A Triumph of
Faith." Evening:. Gospel meeting. "Ih8 In
vitation of the Church to the World."
Second P. ZI. Church. Patterson street
Southside. Rev. II. J. Buckingham. pastor
Services, 10:30 A. Jf. and 7 p. Jr. Subjects, morn
ing, "The Danger of Spiritual Indifference."
Evening, "Mountains, and How to Remove
Them."
Point Breeze Presbyterian Chnrch. Rev.
DeWittM. licnham. pastor Morning service.
11 A. 3L: subject "As He Thinketb in HIa
Heart So Is He." Evening- service. 7:30 P. 31.;
subj-ct. "In the Beginning God." Services
conducted by the pastor.
Bellcfield Presbyterian Ctinrcb. Rer. Dr.
Holland, pastor At tho morning service the
sacraments wili be administered. In tho even
ing Rev. J. M. Allis, of Santiago. Chile, will
speak in reference to the DOhtical aud religions
condition of affairs in that country.
Universalist Chnrch. Carry University
Chapel. Sixth street and Pennavenue, Rav. W.
S. Williams, pastor Morniog service at lOito
subject "The Doom ot the World's Billions?'
evening service at 7:45: topics of the daily press?
snbject of sermon. "Ihe Fellow We Meet
Daily, bnt Don't lake."
Homewood Presbyterian Chnrch Gospel
meetings every evening the coming week. Sun
day evening services will be condncted by Rev.
G. W. Chalfant: Monday at 7:15 Rev. U. C.
Miller will preach: Tuesday. Rev. Dr. R. B.
Ewing: Wednesday. C. L. Chalfant; Thursday.
Rev. Dc Witt M. Benham.
Smithfleld Street Methodist Eptscopal
Church. Seventh avenue. Rev. Charles Edward
Locke, pastor Preaching at 1030 a. jr. and ISO
p. Jf.: in the morning, adult baptism aud re
ception of probationers; evening subject, "Tho
Kind of a Man That Can Servo His Day and
Genratton." Sunday reboot at 2 p. M.: young
people's meeting Sunday at 6.30 r. M.; Epworta,
League Friday evening at 7:45.
Allegheny Churches.
Fonrth IT. P. Church Preaching morning
and evening byRev. Joseph Kyle, of Spring
field, O.
North Presbyterian Church. Rev. John
Fox, pastor Services at the usual hours, morn
ing and evening.
Eighth United Presbyterian Church. W. I.
Wishart. pastor Services at 10:30 A. M. and
7:45 p. 3L Morning sermon by Mr. Riley Little.
Providence Presbyterian Church, Rev. Y.
A. Kinter, pastor Services at 1030 A. jr. and
7:45 r. M. Yonmr people's meeting at 7:10 P. 3t.
Central Presbyterian Church. Rev. S. B.
McCormick, pastor Morning. 10:45, commun
ion service; evening, 7:30, subject "Profit and
Loss."
Nixon Street Baptist Church, J. B. Hutson.
pastor At 10:30 a. m "The Subject and Ob
ject of Preaching;" at 730 P. M., "Moral Lep
rosy." '
Arch Street M.E. Church. Rev. W. F. Con
nor, pastor 1030 A. M.. "A-Knowledge of God
the Only Grounds of Peace." 7.J0 P. M.,
Tshmael."
North Avenne M. E. Church, T. J. Leak,
pastor Subject in the morning. "The Sons of
God." and iu the evenin?, "Man and Hfs Pos
sibilities." Rev. L C. Pershing. D. D.. will conduct
services and preach at the McCandless Strert
M E. Church at 1030 A. 3t., aud at tha North)
End M. E. Church at 730 P. 3t.
Central R. T. Churcn. Rev. J. W. Sproull,
pastor At 1030 A. M subject. 'Th- Allegiance
We Owe to Civil Government? at 3 P. 3I.."Tuo
War in Which There Is No Discharge."
Green Street Baptist Church, R. S. Laws.
D. V., pastor Preaching at 1030 a. 3T. Lid ies'
missionary meeting at 3 P.M. Rer. W. V.,
Collier, late African missionary, at 7 p. 3r. i
Second Congregational Chu fch. Itev. Will
iam McCracken, pastor Morning theme. 'The
End of the Commandment;" evening. -Jacob
at PcnleL" Young people's meeting at 650.
First Christian Church, Rev. W. F. Rich
ardson, pastor Morning sermon: "The Am or
of God." Evening sermon: "Redeeming the
Time." Christian Endeavor praj er meeting at
630 P. M.
First Presbyterian Church. Carnegie Hall.
Rev. David S. Kennedv. pastor 103") A. 3r.,
theme "We are Saved by Hope:" 7:45 p. jr.,
tbsme. "The Glory of Young Men is Their
Strength."
First Congrcgatfonal Church. Rey. 8. W.
McCorkle. pastor Subject of sermon ac 10M
A. 31., "The Word ot God Not Bound?' at 730
p. 3f-, "The Handwriting on the Wall," a
temperance sermon.
Sandnsky Street Baptist Church, B. F.
Woodburn, nastor 10:30 A. M., "Communion:"
738 P. M.. "The Rest of Faltb." Rey. A. J.
Bonsall. of Rochester, wltl preach every night
next weeK except Saturday.
Buena ViJta Street M. E. Chnrch. Rev. J.
H. miller, pastor At 103O A. M. Dr. A. L. Petty
will preach and administer the Lord's Supp-r;
sermon by the pastor; at 730 p. M., "The Bible
Problem of Profit and Loss."
McClnre Avenue Presbyterian Chnrch.
Rev. S. J. Glass, pastor Morning subject:
"Walking Like Jesus." In the evening the
missionary societies of tho church will h.Id
tbeir annual thank-offering meeting. Y. P. S.
C. E. meeting at 8:15.
Bellevue Presbyterian Church. Ray. New
ton Donaldson, pastor 1030. "The Lamb of
God;" 6:15. Y. P. S. C. E, "Obedience in Little
Things?' 730. "Tho Blessedness of Being Re
conciled to God." Baptism of infants in con
nection with the morning service.
FRANK It STOCKTON, the klne of short
story tellen", has never written anything
better than "TIIE COsMIC BEAN," which
begins In, THE DISPATCH to-morrow. j