Life — November 1, 1906 — page 39: what you’re looking at

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don't meri ough but | p you, fiden: aus | been? d coo allo? ere an ride 0% ) factis I like this new life of mine so well that I want to make some permanent “How about Mrs. Nicholas?” “ k she will be glad to have me get away for a few weeks. I will introduce you to her and explain matters. And now, my dear boy, if you will excuse me I will arrange the details, as I should like to start at once. I can’t wait to yet away.” “Good for you!” I exclaimed. In a few moments more the Duke Obsky and myself were seated in the second bomb-proof compartment on the third floor, arranging the schedule for the next six weeks, and the next morning I began my new duties as Czar. I started out with the idea of being a reformer. I thought I would turn Siberia into a first-class summer resort, where the only victims would be the hotel guests, but I gave this up in two days. Then I had the Douma on my hands. If you have ever had a Douma you know what it was with me. They were never satistied.. They didn’t seem to know their own minds. The princi- pal thing they w anted was an overdose of freedom, and the Duke Obsky, who is. ‘one of the ing members of the war party, explained to me that this would neverdo. There was no question, however, in my mind but that the throne was | | beginning to totter. When I came over in the Baltic I thought I was on a sink- ing ship, but this was no comparison with the Russian throne. However, I passed a month very pleasantly, what with receptions, drosky rides and good living, and came to be known as the silent man, everybody sup- posing that I had such a grouch on that I would not speak. After awhile I began to grow careless. I got into the habit of strolling out in the backyard of the palace. I wanited fresh air. One day, when I was out there and the royal guard was napping, who should jump over the fence but a black-haired damsel, holding in her hand a Glad- stone bag. It was but the Work of an instant before she had opened the bag and was just about to throw at my feet a large, overgrown bomb when I caught her || am, “In the name of liberty!” she exclaimed, trying to get away from me. “In the name of your grandmother!” I replied. ‘My good girl, you have made a mistake. Iam not the Czar. I am only an understudy.” She looked at me in the utmost surprise. ‘‘Who are you?” she asked. Iled the way over toa pavilion. ‘‘Come in here,” I said, “and I will explain all. First, what i “Anna Katrin: “You are a lady nihilist, I presume?” “The same.” She looked at me with her dark, passionate, pleading eyes. She was a lovely woman. I made up my mind that Mrs. Perkins was a back number from that instant. “Anna,” I said, “I like you. Taman American citizen. Let us fly together.” “When ?” she asked. “As soon as the Czar comes back. By the way, have you a husband?” “Several,” she muttered. ‘But that does not matter. I love you fiercely.” nna. I will meet you in Moscow in three weeks.” ard,” she answered, leaping nimbly over the fence. I scarcely recognized him as I entered the room. He had gained greatly in weight, his eye was bright, and he looked as if he had been having a royal time. “Well, Jake, old man,” he said, “I came back before I expected to, but the arrangement.” “Permanent!” I exclaimed. “You mean’””— I mean that I have been to America, got a ance clerk, and like the new life so well that I don’ «J you want me to be a permanent Czar?” 'shook my head. “I can’t do it, old man,” T said. “I'd like to oblige you, bat it wou do.” good position as an insur- want to give it up.”” “How can you help yourself? You are here now, and you can’t get away without my permission. You have got to stay,” he added, impatiently. S ) inspiration seized me. a man of honor, aren’t you?” you considered my dear wife? That I have left her alone? That she nd possibly mourning for me ?”” hought of that.” “LIFE: f Atthis moment the tall form of the Duke Obsky was seen in a distant corri- bdo: | . had come to inform me that the Czar had returned, and ) that he was waiting for me upstairs. | you see that as a matter of honor I cannot stay here perma- Pently, unless" Silk Hose in broad seleétion of beautiful designs, an unlimited variety in every conceivable shade—in plain, openwork & embroidered. Black silk stockings with and without cotton soles from $ ILS upwards. Colored silk hose to match new shades for street and reception wear from $1.50 upwards. Here are two of our best selling styles. Price soc. per pair. “ONYX” Black Lisle 310/13 Women’ s four thread specially designed for wear. 409 K Women’s “ONYX” Black Silk Lisle. Looks Like Silk. Feels Like Silk. Wears Better Than Silk. Lord & Taylor Brvadway & 20th $t.—Fifth Ave. & 19th St. New York comicbooks.com