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My repairing department is under my personal supervis ion and I guarante@ all work entrusted to me. Come to see me. Earnest A. Buitman, Of the Czar 2 B y JULES VERN1 $ o.o.O~OOow~tOunewao~o [coNTitrr.] CHAPTER VIII. HE blow which had struck Michael Strogoff was not mortal. By swimming in a manner by which he had effectually concealed - m himself be had reached the right bank, where he fell exhausted among the bushes. When lie recovered his senses, he found himself in the cabin of a mujik, who had picked him up and cared for him and to whom he owed his life. For how long a time had he been the guest of this brave Siberian? He could not guess, but when he opened his eyes he saw the handsome bearded face bending over him and regarding him with pitying eyes. He was about to ask where he was when the mujik, an ticipating him, said: "Do not speak, little father, do not speak. Thou art still too weak. I will tell thee where thou art and everything that has passed since I brought thee to my cabin." And the mujik related to Michael Strogoff the different iucidents of the struggle which he had witnessed-the attack upon the ferry by the Tartar boats, the pillage of the tarantass and the massacre of the boatmen. But Michael Strogoff listened no lon ger, and, slipping his hand under his garment. he felt the imperial letter still secured in his breast. He breathed a s:gh ofeief. Bnt that was not all. "A young girl accom:)anied m.' said he. "They have not killed her," replied the mujik. anticipating the anAlety which he read in the eyes of his guest. "They have carried her of in their boat and have continued the descent of the Irtish. It is only one prisoner more to join so many others which-they are taking to Tomsk." Michael Strogoff was unable to rcply. He pressed his hand upon his heart to restrain Its beating. But, notwithstanding these many trials, the sentiment of duty mastered his whole soul. He remembered the errand which he had undertaken. Indeed never by day or night was his emperor's mission for even a moment absent from his mind. Not the presence of the greatest dan ger, the tortures of hunger and thirst. the weariness of excessive fatigue, not even all combined ould cause him to forget that a momentous matter was lntrustec. to his courage, his zeal, his fidelity and his endurance. Michael Strogoff was worthy of this trust. "Where am I?" asked he. "Upon the right bank of the Irt~sh, only five versts from Omsk," replied the mujik. "What wound can I have received which could have thus prostrated mei It was not a gunshot wound?" "No; a lance thrust upon the head, now healing." replied the mujik. "Aft er a few days' rest, little father, thou wilt be able to proceed. Thou didst fall Into the river, but the Tartars neither touched nor searched thee, and thy purse is still in thy pocket." Michael Strogoff gripped the mujik's hand. Then, recovering himself with a sudden effort, "Friend," said he, "how long have I been in thy hut?" "Three days." "Threedays lost!" "Three days hast thou lain uncon scious." "Hast thou a horse to sell me?" "Thou wishest to go?" "At once." "I have neither horse nor carriage, little father. Where the Tartar has passed there remains nothing!" "Well, I will go on foot to Omsk to find a horse." "A few more hours of rest and thou wilt be in a better condition to pursue thy journey." "Not an hour!" "Come, now," replied the mujik, rec ognizing the fact that It was useless Ito struggle against the will of his guest. "T will guide theemyefBsis, he added, "the Russians are still in great force at Omsk, and thou couldst perhaps pass ur~perceived." "Friend," replied Michael. "heaven reward thee for all thou hast done for me." "Reward! Only fools expect reward on earth," replied the mujik. Michael Strogoff went out of the hut. When he tried to walk, he was seized with such faintness that without the assistance of the mujik he would have fallen, but the fresh air quickly re vived him. He then felt the wound in hishead, the violence of which his fur cap had lessened. With the energy which he possessed he was not a man Ito succumb under such a trifle. Before his eyes lay a single goal-far distant Irkutsk. He must reach it: But he must pass through Omsk without stop ping there. "God protect my mother and Nadia:" e murmured. "I have no longer the right to think of them!" Michael Strogoff and the mujik soon arrived in the mercantile quarter of the lower town, and, although under mili tary occupation, they entered it with' out difficulty. The surrounding earth work had been destroyed in many places, and there were the breaches through which the marauders who fol lowed the armies of Feofar-IKahn had penetrated. The maujik was conducting his guest straight to the posting hocise when in ai narrow street Michael Strogotf, com ing to a sudden stop, sprang behind a jutting wall. "What is the matter?" quickly asked the mujik, much astonished at this sud den movement. "Silence!" hastily replied Michael Strogoff, with his finger on his lips. At this moment a detachment de bouched from the principal square into Ithe street which Michael Strogoff and his companion had been just following. At the head of the detachment, com posed of twenty horsemen, was an off-l er dressed in a very simple uniform. Although he glanced rapidly fr'om one side to the other, he could net have seen Michael Strogoir owing to his pre cipitous retreat. The detachment went at full trot into the narrow street. Neither the ulieer nor his escort concerned themuselves about the Inhabitants. Several unlucky ones had scarcely time to make way' for their passage. There were, thuere fore, a few half stitled cries, to which the thrusts of the lance gave an instant reply, and the street was immediately cleared. "Who is that officer?" asked Michael Strogoff, returning toward the mujik. And while putting the question his face was pale as that of a corpse. "It is Ivan Ogareff," replied the Sibe rian, but in a deep voice which breath ed hatred. "Ie!" cried Michael Strogoff, from whom the word escaped with an acceni of fury which he could not conquer. He had just recognized in this offleer the traveler who had struck him at the posting house of Ichim. and, although he had only caught a glimpse of him, it burst upon his mind at the same time that this traveler was the old Zingari whose words he had overheard in the market place of Nijni Novgorod. The mujik and Michael resumed their way and arrived at the posting house. To leave Omsk by one of the breaches would not h, dillicult after nightfall. As for purchasiug a carriage to repi-ee the tarantass. that was impossible. There was none to be let or sold. But what want had Michael Strogoff now for a carriage? Was lie not alone. alas? A horse would sutlice him, and, very fortunately, a horse could be had. It was an animal of mettle, capable of enduring much fatigue, and Michael Strogoff, accomplished horseman as he was, could make good use of it. The horse cost a high price, and a few moments later Michael was ready to start. It was then 4 o'clock in the afternoon. Michael Strogoff, compelled to wait till nightfall in order to pass the forti fications, but not desiring to show him self in the street's of Omsk, remaIned in the posting house and there partook of food. I There was a great crowd in the pub lIe room, it being the resort of numbers of the anxious inhabitants, who at this I eventful period collected there to ob tain news. They were talking of the expected arrival of a corps of Musco vite troops, not at Omsk, but at Tomsk, a corps intended to recapture that town from the Tartars of Feofar-Kahn. Michael Strogoff lent an attentive ear to all that was said, but took no part in the conversation. Suddenly a cry made him tremble, a cry which'penetrated to the depths of his soul, and these two words, so to speak, rushed into his ear: "My son!" His mother, the old woman Marfa, was before him! Trembling, she smil ed upon him. She stretched forth her arms to him. Michael Strogoff arose. He was about to throw himself The thought of duty, the serious dan ger for his mother and himself in this unfortunate meeting, suddenly stopped him, and such was his command over himself that not a muscle of his face moved. There were twenty people in th-e pub lie room. Among them were perhaps - spies, and was it not known in the town that the son of Marfa Strogoff belonged to the corps of the couriers of gj the czar? rE Michael Strogoff did not move. "Michael!" cried his mother. "Who are you, my good lady?" MI chael Strogoff stammered, unable to di speak in his usual firm tone. "Who am I, thou askest? Dost thou no longer know thy mother?" "You are mistaken," coldly replied t1 Michael Strogoff. "A resemblance de ceives you." The old Marfa went up to him and', looking straight into his eyes, said: "Thou art not the son of Peter and Mara Strogoff ?" Michael Strogoff would have given h Ihis life to have locked his mother in hish arms, but if he yielded It was all over with him, with her, with his mission,h with his oath!' Completely master of h himself, he closed his eyes in order not n to see the Inexpressible anguish which agitated the revered countenance of his h~ mother. Ie drew back his hands in h order not to touch those trembling hands which sought him. "I do not know, In truth, what it Is you say, my good woman." he replied. stepping hack. C "Michael!I" oaa cried his aged moth- n "My name is not Michael. I never was your son! I am Nicholas K~orpa noff, a merchant of Irkutsk." And suddenly he left the public room, while for the last time the words re-T echoed: "My son, my son!" Michael Strogoir. by a desperate ef-S fort, had gone. Hie did not see his old tE mother, who had fallen back almost in animate upon a bench. But when the k postmaster hastened to assist her the S< aged woman raised herself. Suddenly a thought occurred to her. She denied by her son! It was not possible. As for being herself deceived and taking another for him-equally impossible. It was certainly' her son whom she had H just seen, and if he had not recognized tI her it was because he would not, it hi was because he ought not, It was be- si cause he had some cogent reason for a acting thus! And then, her mother le feelings arising within her, she had but .y one thought-"Canl I unwittIngly have p Iruined him?" "I am mad," she said to her inter- em rogators. "My eyes have deceived me! This young man is not my chIld. .He it had not his voice. Let us think no ti more of it. If we do, I shall end by finding him everywhere," 0: Less than ten minutes afterward a gg Tartar officer appeared In the posting y "Marfa Strogoff?2" he asked. "It is I," replied the old woman in a tone so calm and with a face so tran- a. quil that those who had witnessed the n meeting with her son would not have ci known her. "Come," said the officer. Marfa Stro- ti goff, with firm step, followed the Tar- a: tar officer and left the posting house. e: Some moments afterward Marfa Stro off found herself in the chief square al and in the presence of Ivan Ogareff, to who all the details of this scene had 01 been immediartely reported. 1, Ivan Ogareff, suspecting the truth, in terrogated the old Siberian w-oman. "Thy name?" lhe .asked in a rough "Marfa Strogoff." "Thou hast a son?" "Yes." "ie is a courier of the czar?t "Yes." "Where is he?" 0 "At Moscow." "Thou hast heard no news of him?" "No news." "Since how long?" "Siae two months."s "Who, then, waxs that young man whom thou didst call thy son a few pi moments ago at the posting house?' it "A young Siberian whomc~ I took for tr him," replied Marfa Strogori'. "This is p the tenth man in whom I have thought Ie I recognized my son since the town hasu ben so full of strangers. I think I seeg hm everywhere." "So this young man was not Michael ? Srogoff?" "It was not Michael Strogoff." f4 "~ost thou know, old waoman, that 1 can torture thee until thou avowest the" truth ?" si "I have spoken the truth, and torture wiwll not cause me to alter my words in al any wa. 0 O~V - ,BATTERY /OYC E 'GLAND F. W. WAGENER, PRE~ TIIsioerian was not Michael Stro-. ff?" asked a second time Ivan Oga "No, It was not he," replied a second e Marfa Strogoff. "Do you think at for anything in the world I would y a son whom God has given me?" van Ogareff regarded with an evil e the old woman who had braved m to the face. He did not doubt but at she had recognized her son in this )ung Siberian. Now, if this son had *st renounaced his mother and if his >ther renwunced him in her turn it 'uld occur only from the most weighty otive. Every circumstance went to confirm suspicions. If he could but lay his nd upon this pretended merchant of kutsk and strip off his disguise, would not find a treasure indeed? Would t his superiors well reward his adroit ss and his success? Would not the r of Russia scowl with rage when learned tiat his courier was in the nds of his foes? Ivan Ogareff had therefore no doubt at the pretended Nicholas Korpanoff s Michael Strogoff, courier of the ar, seeking concealment under a false .ne and charged with some mission hi ch it would have been important r him to know. He therefore at once ve orders for his pursuit. Then he "Let this woman be conducted to~ msk." returning to'ward Marfa Stro )ff. - And while the soldiers brutally drag d her along he added between his "When the moment arrives, I shall iow how to make her speak, this old ~rceress!" [To BE coNTINUtED.] speaker and Speakers. There is a tale to the effect that while on. Thomas Brackett Reed wielded Le gavel a gentleman took his little )y to the gallery of the house of repre ntatives. Looking down upon the ore numierous branch of th e federal gislature the child asked, _"Father, ho s that large man sitting in the ipit with a mallet in his hand?" "He, my son." replied the fond par it, "is the house of representatives." "And who are those other men sitting' semicirces around him?" incquired ie tiny chap. "They are the speakers of the house representatives," answered pater imilias. - Champ Clark in Leslie's eekly. Historical "Bulls." Grave historical writers are occasion ly guilty of what are called "Hiber cisns." The following passage oc irs in a popular history of France: "It is extremely doubtful whether iS prince, Merovans, ever existed at I, but he had a son, Childeric, whose istence is well authenticated." The following is also from a historic "Like Samson of 'old: who, armed ly wIth the jawbone of an ass, put 100 Philistnes to the sword." A Brutal Threat. hcome somewvhat personal)-You may 1k till doomsday, George Jigsby, but )u'll never get me to admit that a ife is bound to do as her husband Mr. Jgsby-By gravy, madam, if I itiive you I'll have it engraved on ur tombstone that you were a good id obedient wife!-Chicago Tribune. Good Cough Sira p. The following is said to make a lendid cough sirup: Take one ounce boneset. one of fiaxseed. one of slip ry elm ansI a stick of licorice. Boil soft water .until the strength is ex ctel. Strain carefully and add one nt of best sirup and one pound of i sugar. Simmer together. Bottle >tight when cold and take a table oonful three or four times a day. here Medical Knowledge Stopped. No use talking." said the invalid ebly. "I'm going to die, I know." "Oh, come!" expostulated his friend. Ehe doctor doesn't say that, and be rely knows more than you do." "No; he doesn't know, as I do, that I lwed my insurance to lapse."-Cath -NT PLEASANT AS5TLE PINCKNEY 0 )PENING DEC. 1E 19( CLOSING JUNE HDENT. JNO0;H..AVER Urban Stupidity. "Henry," said Uncle Amos from Up reek, who was visiting his city neph ew, "who's that man in the house on the other side of the street? Every morning he stands in front of a win dow an' shaves himself. He's done it now for three days hand running." "I suppose that he has done it every morning for the last ten years. uncle," replied Henry. "Has he lived there all that time?" "Yes, and longer than that, for all I know. I've been here only ten years myself." "Who is he?" "I don't know." "What does he feller?" "I haven't the slightest idea, uncle.' Uncle Amos put on his hat and went out In an bout' or two he returned. *Henry," be said. "that chap's name is Horton. He runs an insurance office down town. He's wuth about $27,000. owns that house an' lot, belongs to the Presbyterian church, has three boys an' one girl, an' *he's forty-six years old. I've found out more about himi in an hour than you have in tenz yeaurs. Blamed if I don't believe livin' in the city makes people stupid."--Chicaigo Tribune. He Watched Them. The following is one of the stories told about Eugene Field: There were visitors in prospect onej afternoon in the Field household and! a strike in the culinary departmient. Mischief was at flood tide, and Mrs. Field was vainly endeavoring to be everywhere at once, when the main of "sharps and flats" appeared in the kitchen doorway with a folio in his hand, "Oh. won't you watch those pies for me while I run upstairs an iustanm ?' his wife exclaimed. "Be sure not to let the meringue scorch-it would ruin them; you'd better give mue that bpok or they'll be burned to a crisp." With mock meekness Mr. Field allowed her to carry off his treasure. On returning she was horrified to find the oven door wide open and the rich, fluffy meringue flat, tough anid leatberlike. "They're ruined!" she exclined In dismay. "Why didn't you keep the oven door shut?" "Keep the door shut!" Mr. Field repeated in very genuine amazement. "Why, you told me to watch them ev ery instant, and I'd like to know how I could do that with the oven door shut!"-New York Times. Sable Sheep. Sable-sheep are not frequently seen in England, but ebony lambs are plen tiful in the Australian commonwealth. A colonial dlockmaster had 'quite a number of black lambs, and be folded them in a range by themselves. He found that black lambs might not re cur in a flock in generations and then recur suddenly. For example, where a black ram was used in a fiock of white ewes the product was white lambs, with few exceptions, and where sire nd dam v'ere ebony colored the lambs were mostly white. And so the Aus tralians gave up the attempt to found a sable fiock. Where wool is dyed a deep color sable wool absorbs less dye and makes a more durable color. Still black fleece absorbs more sun rays than white, and black sheep are more seri ously affected by heat.-Lonldon Live Stock JournaL. A Matter of .Oilnon. She had been having fun with Dude kins a long time. and he made up what! mind he had to get even. it took the form of a brilliant and cogent conun drum, whose answer Dudekins thought was locked In his manly bosom. "I have a conundrum for you. Miss Fannie," he said. when he saw hier "Ah" she replied. "what is it? Who gave it to you?" "I made it up myself." he asserted, bridling somewhat. "Indeed? What is it?" "Why are my clothes like the moon?" She hesitated for a moment and Dudekins began to look triumiphant. "You may think," she said slowly, and Dudekins somehow felt the sand slipping from under him. "it is be-I cause they have a man in them, andI you have a perfect right to think as you please, but, Mr. Dudekins, opinions mfe."-Loandon Tit-Bit. , E I E 1/ 190I '3 u ILL-oiRETOFmetslRAL d Chicago-Bustle and. slouch. In general, we live beneath a sky within a slhy, and our funereal pall, t while It occasionally lightens, seldom lifts altogether. Whether the newcomer approaches along the bluffs and ravines of the north or through the swamps and marshes of the south or o-ver the wide stretching prairies of the west the dun trappings of the great horror show from afar. As he rattles along through perky suburban settlements or honest truck farms or half driedJ swales and disheveled swamps the horror grows. Across the wide fields-gay with this year's flowers or somber with last year's weeds-separating the raw bud des of workers' cottages. tangles of telegraph poles and of trolley wires. lead on the eye toward ugly, shape less hulks .looming above the dingy ~ horizon-foundries, elevators. machine shops, breweries, factories. icehouses-= detached notes that preclu:. the great discord to come. Then a venues of tracks, shut in by the si 1artwless hacks of things and spanned by ;grimy via ducts; arrays of mean strteets doggedly curtained against the sun and resolute y fighting off the sweet country airs. The heart, sinks. the stomach re- - volts as, through dirt, dlust, grime. soot, smoke and cinde.rs the trembling ne phyte bumps and jars along toward the besmirched shrine of the t wo faced - goddess of Bustle and .Siouch.-Henry B. Fuller in Outlook. Absurd Faushions. - Some of the fashions in France dur- Z ing the reign of Queen Marie were ex- = ceedingly absurd. particularly hair dressing and hats, which were trim- = med with such an extravaigant wealth of feathers that the coaches had to have their seats lowered. According to Male. Campan. "mothers atnd hus bands murmured. and the general ru mor was that the queen would ruin the French ladies." One day Louis Xvi. decided to for bid the court in a body to follow the royal hnnt in coaches. In orcier to be freer he wished only to permit real sportsmen to attend. The noble la des immediately rebelled, and the Princess of Monaco criticised the deci sion .by means of her headdress, upon which arose a miniature royal coach, followed by two gentlemen on foot in gaiters. On the left of this was dis-' played a cypress garnished with black tears, the large roots being formed of crape. More absurd still was the hairdress ing of the niother of Louis Philippe, upon whose head every one could ad mire her son, the Duc de Beaujolais, in the arms of his nurse as well as a parrot pecking at a cherry. Had a Better story. "Did you see the account of that flash of lightning that burned the hair from a boy's head without otherwise hurting him?" "I did." answered the cheerful liar, "and I was pained to note the Incom pleteness of the story. Now. I happen to know of a case that is really re markable. The ligntning entered a bar ber's shop and not only undertook the task of singeing a man's hair, but it1 rung up the proper amount on the cash1 regster."-Exchange.- 1 Heads Turned Red by Eating. Mocking birds are great epicures in1 their way, feeding on oranges, the ber-1 ries of the palmetto and those of the china tree, apples. pears. cherries,1 peaches, blackberries and other small1 fruits. On the island of Key West1 they eat so freely the bright red prickly pears that grow on a kind of cactus that their bills, heads and throats be come dyed as If #rith vermilion. -- A suggestion. , Mrs. De Blinks-No, sir, you cannot have my daughter with my consent I detest you, an~d I wish I could think of some way to make you miserable.. Mr. Hicks-Well, then, why not be come my mother-in-law? BIcycles are generally considered a very modern invention, but som-e of the Egyptian obelisks, it is said, bear figures mounted .on two wheeled vehi les resembling the old velocipedes. Just as you are pleased at finding faults you are displeased at finding . prfecnno-.-Lnvater lay not meet with a unanimous approval, but there are none who disap rove of Commercial expansion at home. The LEVI BROTHERS of Sumter, in order to meet the demands of ur growing and expanding business, were forced to seek more commodidus na rters. Accordingly we contracted for and leased the old J. T. Solomon tore next to the court house, and after an expenditure of considerable noney we have now one of the handsomest and best equipped stores in the ity, to which we extend a most cordial invitation to the readers of THE Es, and in this connection we desire to express our gratitude to'the >eople for the patronage and the manifestations of confideneereposed in.us. The Sumter cotton market is one of the best in the State -and- we eckon ourselves among the heaviest buyers; this we could not doIfive did iot pay full market price, and having the very best facilities foi iandling otton we can guarantee prices to those favoring us with their patironage. viyvittTyYrIvnvinnuny~yyYyvy Yynin this season is advancing, but ~we have , Ia magnificently selected stock, con .UTV OO S4 tracted for early and ahead ot any ad e:r Gos tothe pepl to .xa_-yo vance, that we think will be.of Iqter unallmillitilasiest to the people to en~min&-befre buying elsewhere. iyv i vinittHnnuununun1n are our favorite stock and we believe that we hive as large and as complete Shoes line, from the best factories in the I United Stateb as any house awiy-rom ui&A sinsluuALuAA iAAI u ~ wholesale trade; in fact we do a large jobbing trade in Dry Goods and Shoes. y can only be properly selected by er perts and we have had the agvantage O of an expert who miakes-s tfior~ngl Cliothing study of the styles to select t13ibstock, and we want everybody to come and and see how well and cheaply weean dike them out. is a line that we defy competition -:u style, shapes, qnality and prices. No H ats : matter who' you vant A. Mat for z' what price you want to pay fort, can suit you in every respeL- W have a fall line of Boy' Hats.also. MT0inyVIVTIM MYV1nun n TYVn Tyly V wq bought aitogether In ear load lots and. with a view of competing-with 5db TO~eleS ers- A'fre Groceries leb rcnscr r s anything in the 1~er UIsAkUAipAAAAA nA iFancy or- Heavy god a rid can only prbduce profits by the vol.' me of business done. Our store will continue to be headquarters for the fairmerofelare on, and in our new quarters we can give our fr1ends iore etteetion ause we have more room to do business. We want you to come to see us, next door to the court house aiiyou ave our guarantee that your wants will be supplied regardless of compe ition. '3r*122g Yciw2 Cott23.. hEVIBROTHIIS PAIN TS fOILS - Write Us fr i~ SA F ES ___ AND Scales.._ ___ j WILAM MBIRD.&CO CWETO Fashionahle A coat that will keep out the cold, protect the health and look well. You'll like them for many reasons. / Lined for id made with heavy stitching so there is! no danger-of pulling to pieces-and >t expensive. either. If you are coming to Charleston it will pay you to visit our store. No'thing but up-to-date Clothing, Furnishing Goods and Hats you will find our stoie. GRANITE CLOTH ING 224 KING ST., Opp. Academy of Music, - crEEA.IaESTON. - - S.O Mailorders promptly tilled by special salesman who attends to theseod ~Southern Fruit Co. W. H. XIXSON, Manager. IWHOLESALE DEALERS IN SFRUIT and PRODUCE. .euraJ3Tnufnet urars' Agents forI.a. iIBAR REL$, BASKETS, CR ATES, Etc. High radeVegetable Seeds. - CIIARLESTO, - -- -0 Nm. E~ Holmes &.Co, 20O9 Eaist Bay, - CHIARL~ESTON, S. C. I Dealers in PAINTS, OIL , VARNISH AND BRUSHES, LANTE NS, TAR PAPER AND B ILDING PAPER. Headquarters for the 'elEbrated Palmetto Brand of Cy linder, Planing, En-v nne nd Games.