The Tulsa Chief. (Tulsa, Okla.), Vol. 20, No. 2, Ed. 1 Friday, April 1, 1910 Page: 3 of 8
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tracts, tremendous sales, high prices.
An unparalleled demand for every-
thing on earth. Business! business!
business, till you can't rest—that's
what war means! We'll have tremen-
dous shipments of goods sent over to
Vladivostok, and every steamer that
comes up the river bringing them to
! our stores. It'll be a big war, a great
Idg war, for little Japan is going to
give Kussia the light of her life!''
"I)o you think so?" asked Hardy,
wonderingly. "Do you think Japan
will be able to stand up against Hus
siu?"
"Stand up ngainst her!" shouted
Emery. "Why, she'll make her trem- i
ble to the very foundations. My
friends out there will have something
beside Jew-baiXng to attend to when
that war breaks out. I’ve been in
Japan, looking the ground over, and 1 !
know what I'm talking about. Did you t
ever see a mother cat pounce on
a big clumsy dog? Well, Japan is a !
1 whole nation of wildcats, 30,000.000
1 wildcats, and Russia is the clumsiest j
' kind of a clumsy dog."
j “By the way," said Hardy, "1 won
I der what became of Mordecai's moth-
1 er? I forgot all about her in the ex-
I citement."
| "The Christians killed her," said
! Wang, who was standing in the
shadow.
"Hello!" exclaimed Emery, "that
boy of yours speaks Russian. And
blamed well, too!"
CHAPTER XXVI.
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fit.
“If You Find a Jew Here, I Will Agree to Eat Him."
SYNOPSIS.
Frederick Hardy, a fashionable Boston
•octety man, lost his wealth, was jilted
by a gtrl and sent by a friend to take
charge of an American Trading Company
store In Russia. On Ids journey through
Japan he met Stapleton Neville, sup-
posedly an Englishman. They agreed to
go together to Russia. Because of sus-
picious circumstances they were several
times molested by the Japanese. Hardy
was arrested and found upon his person
were papers showing maps of Jap forts.
Hardy was proven guiltless. On a triiln
he met Alsome Sano, daughter of a Jap
merchant. In Neville’s shoes Jap found
pictures of forts, proving him to be a
Russian spy. Hardy departed for Rus-
sia on a steamer, which was wrecked
shortly afterward. He was reseued by
a Russian steamer. On reaching V ladi-
vostok he was well treated. He started
for Siberia, meeting Princess Romanovna
on the train. Hardy hoarded a vessel for
Amur. Hardy showed the princess Ids
expertneas as a rifle shot. The steamer
was stranded. The princess and her
maid were attacked by Chinese. Hardy
saved their lives. The princess thanked
Hardy for hls heroism. Manchurians
fired upon the craft. Hardy slew- their
chief. Burning arrows were hurled upon
the Pushkin's decks. An attempt was
made to board the vessel. The attacking
Chinese were repulsed. Romanoff sneered
at Hardy’s solicitude for the princess.
Stanka, a messenger sent for help, was
nailed to a cross on the shore. To put an
end to the awful torture Hardy himself
put Stanka out of hls misery, taking his
own life In hls hands. Forest tires men-
aced the vessel. Hardy volunteered to
go for help. Refused permission he
Jumped overboard and started to swim
with the princess’ distress message Bo-
manoff was angry at Hardy for Ills brave
efforts to rescue (he princess. He wooed
her In hls own savage way. He said
Hardv had made love openly to a Jap-
anese' girl. Help came and the princess
was rescued. Hardy journeyed on a raft.
Arriving at Ids destination he took
charge of the trading company's busi-
ness. Hardy received a letter from a so-
cial leader in Boston and another from
Alsome. Hardv took lessons in Russian
of a Jew, thus connecting himself in a
way with that rare. Hardy received a
letter from the princess, thanking him
for hls bravery. Hardy's teacher was in
danger of death.
Hardy Hesitates.
Emery stayed on in Str.vetensk. j
lengthening his visit into months, anil
Hardy became greatly attached to j
him, linding the companionship of ;
this cheerful, bold, resourceful, self-
made man an inspiration which the j
fellowship of his former society
friends had never afforded him. The j
1 old merchant received frequent ad- j
| vices from his agent in Japan which
confirmed him in the belief that war
was imminent, and Stryetensk, at the
head of river navigation in Siberia,
i seemed to hint the most important of
' ’ j Hie company’s posts in Russia,
man in town who spoke English suf- j Vasili, who was suspected of hav-
flciently well." i (ng been active in exciting popular
“Ah, do you see? Do you see? hatred against Hardy, whom he re-
cried old Emery, unctuously, waving a garded us having supplanted him, was
conciliatory arm in the air. "He made tran8ferred to Hlagovostchensk. And
use of the Jew that he might learn durlng an this time the Korean boy,
the beautiful language of Holy Russia
and thus become able to converse
with you, hls friends and neighbors,
my friends and neighbors. 1 see it
all!" Here Mr. Emery opened both
palms and extended them over the
crowd. "He, no doubt, kept the Jew
constantly with him. that he might
learn the language as soon as pos-
sible and thus get rid of him at the
earliest moment compatible with his
laudable purpose. You see what as-
tounding progress he has made. I
could hardly believe my ears when I
heard my friend speaking Russian so
well. Mr. Hardy, is there a Jew con-
cealed In the store?”
"Nyet,” replied Hardy.
"He says ‘No,’ and that convinces
me. Nevertheless, you shall come in
and see for yourselves, and if you find 1
a Jew here, I will agree to eat him, i
without pepper or salt. Mr. Hardy,!
come down and open the door."
Hardy compiled with the request, i
and Emery jumping briskly from the'
carriage, entered, calling out cheer-1
fully:
"Vladitnar, Anatoli, Sergei, come in ]
and look nbout, and then you shall :
take out a barrel of vodka and all the j
friends shall drink to my safe return
to Holy Russia.”
Tire three men entered shamefaced-1
ly, protesting that they would take I
Mr. Emery's word as to the Jew, but
whose intelligence and adaptability
were trnly marvelous, steadily grew
in favor with his employers. His
progress in Russian was phenomenal,
and as it transpired that he also knew
Japanese and some Chinese, he was.
after a couple of months, promoted
from errand boy to the office, and set
to writing letters.
In the meanwhile Hardy received
another letter from the Princess Ro-
manovna, a chatty, delightful letter,
in Russian this time, complimenting
him on his progress in the language,
and telling him much of her own life
and of affairs in Moscow. Among
other things, she mentioned the fact
that she had spoken of his heroism on
the Amur to the emperor and of the
debt of gratitude that she owed him.
She assured him that she would be
glad to hear from him from time to
time and signed her, "Your friend,
Elizabetha Romanovna.”
In January, Emery announced to
Hardy one day that he wished the
young man to take a trip to Moscow
and perhaps to St. Petersburg on
business.
“By the way,” said Hardy, stam-
mering slightly and feeling a trifle
confused, “there Is a—ah—matter of
which I wish to speak to you. You
know this country so much better
than I, and its customs. 1 have re-
ceived an invitation from the Princess
he slapped them one by one heartily Romanovna to call on her while in
CHAPTER XXV—Continued.
A corpulent man with white side
whiskers sat in it. He wore an Amer-
ican fall overcoat, of the latest cut
and a derby hat.
“What's the matter here, friends?”
he asked, standing up in the carriage.
He spoke perfect, fluent Russian.
There was no fear in his face, his
voice, or his attitude. A sudden hush
fell on the throng.
“If you please, Mr. Emery," said the
tall Russian, who had acted as ring-
leader, "we want the Jew who is be-
ing sheltered in the store. Another
Christian child has been sacrificed,
and we are punishing the Jews. We
want Mordecai, and if this man in
the window is a Jew, we want him,
too.”
“He a Jew?’’ laughed Emery. "He
Is as good a Christian as any man
amngst you. Do you think that I
would have sent a Jew here to take
charge of my store? Do you not know
me better than that?"
"We thought so because he associ-
ated with a Jew constantly, in prefer-
ence to Christians,” said the ring-
leader.
"How is that, Mr Hardy’" asked
Emery, "what explanation have you
to make to these good people?"
“I hired the Jew to teach me Rus-
•Ian," said Hardv. "He was the only
on the back, shouting:
“Come In, brothers, come in!"
Twenty minutes later they went out ]
with a barrel of vodka, announcing:
"Christians, there is no Jew here.
Let us drink to the health of Fred-!
erick Emery!”
The mob dispersed.
"Well!” exclaimed old Emery, as he
slammed down the iron shutter, “what
in the devil does all this mean?"
“It means," explained Hardy, “that
there has been a massacre of Jews,
and that Mordecai, whom I employed
to teach me Russian, fled here for
shelter. Wang, here, my Korean er-
rand boy, and 1 disguised him as a
priest and sent him about his busi-
ness.”
"Good!” exclaimed Emery, "good!
Blamed clever!" He sprang to his
feet and paced the store. He was an
excitable man. "But I got here just
in time. 1 came up on the Ingoda.
Those blood-thirsty devils might have
set Are to the store and perhaps have
killed you. I think I’ll stay here for
a month or so, and help you out. My
boy, I have great news. Good newsl
Glorious news!” Here he jumped upon
the counter, and, sitting there, looked
triumphantly at Hardy, pulling fierce-
ly meanwhile at his side whiskers.
"What is it?” asked Hardy.
"War, my boy; war between Russia
and Japan!"
"And do you call that good news?"
"Yes, for merchants, for commerce.
Moscow.”
It was a little difficult to speak to
Emery on th'is subject, he was so
practical and his gray eyes were so
shrewd, and at times twinkled so
humorously. Yet he was thoroughly
kind-hearted, he loved Hardy, both
for his own and for his father’s sake,
and he took a paternal Interest In the
young man.
“Is she the one whom you saved
from the Chinese brigands?"
“She is the—ah—the one whom I
came up the Amur with," replied
Hardy, modestly.
"Well, go and call on her!” decided
Emery, without a moment's thought.
“Yes, but I feel some little hesita-
tion. She Is a princess, and I am now
a merchant, and we are in Russia. I
don't want her to feel under the least
obligation to me for what 1 have done.
That Is to say, 1 do not want her to
feel that I am taking advantage of It.
She means all right, but taking me up
might cause her some little Inconven-
ience or embarrassment. Her rela-
tives are proud and haughty, and I
don't belong to her social set."
“Social set be blanked!" roared
Emery. “Haven't you got that Bos
tor tommy-rot oat of your head yet?
You’re an American gentleman, and
an American gentleman is good com-
pany for any princess that walks the
surface of the globe. Besides, If you
stay with me and this war goes right,
I’ll make a merchant-prince out of
One week later, in the middle of
January, Frederick (’ourtland Hardy
crossed Lake Baikal to Irkutsk and
there took the magnificent "train
luxus," a nine days’ railway journey to
Moscow. Though he was going on
important business, yet he felt
strangely agited over the fact that he
was soon to see the princess again :
With the agitation, too, was mingled a
certain degree of misgiving and fore-
boding. H<' was not sure that his see-
ing her would conduce to his peace
of tnind.
He was accompanied by hls secre-
tary, Wang, the Korean boy, who had
rendered himself indispensable through ,
his g< nius for details.
CHAPTER XXVII.
Off to Moscow.
Hardy never forgot that Journey to
Moscow. For days the heavy train
rolled slowly along through a vast
park covered with Illimitable stretches
of snow, or through leafless, naked
forests, shivering in the cold blusts of
winter. All the trains that passed
were crowded with emigrants, hound
for the Amur region, and the car win-
dows were thronged with the freBh, ir.
nocent laces of children. To many of
the trains prison enrs were attached,
bearing their sorrowful freight to the
dread island of Saghalin, which has
taken the place of Siberia as a land
for deportation. From the windows of
these cars, also, tunny children looked
out, pressing their little faces against
the liars, for the condemned are al-
lowed to take their families with
them. Hardy had long since realized
that lie was in Russia, the Russia of
the story-books and the magazine ar-
ticles. |
One evening a intle before sunset
they came in sight of Moscow—an in-
distinct blur of houses, out of which
loomed large and clear the towers and
domes of numerous churches, many of
them overlaid with gold-b ’, and glit-
tering gorgeously In the ! ;ht of the
setting sun.
At eight the train d ew tip in the
modern and commodious station at
Moscow, and the American, as he
looked about him, felt that he was In
the heart of European civilization
once more.
Wang, who was invaluable through
his ready wit and his knowledge of
Russian, attended to the baggage and
engaged a sledge to take his employer
to the Slaviansky Bazar, or hotel, the
best caravansary in the city, and a
very sumptuous and comfortable inn,
as it proved,
For several days he devoted his en-
tire attention to business, conferring
with merchants and going over lists,
prices and accounts with Wang. Mean-
while, whenever he went into the
streets, the interminable procession of
sledges was there, and he watched
them constantly, nlways with one face
in his mind—that graceful head held
so high, with its crown of hair the
color of ripe wheat and fine as spider
threads. Many ladies of pure Russian
type he saw, their faces peeping sau-
cily from collars and hoods of costly
fur, and often he would start and his
heart would throb more violently as
he thought he recognized the prin-
cess. He would generally realize his
mistake, however, before the sledge
would dash by with Its Jingling bells.
He would have gone away without
calling on her had be finished his
business as quickly as the original
plan contemplated, but old Emery,
who had come up as far as Irkutsk,
kept writing to him, sending new
commissions. Emery, by the way, was
becoming jubilant. The diplomatic
relations between Russia and Japan
were growing less cordial every day;
the demands of the latter country
were waxing more and more insistent
and difficult to evade. The Japanese,
too, according to Emery’s advices,
were rushing preparations for a death-
grapple with the bear on a gigantic
scale.
“This means war, my boy," wrote
the old man, “and war means busi-
ness!”
So Hardy worked away, enlarging
his acquaintance with the Moscow
merchants, while his respect for the
magnitude of their operations and for
the greatness of the city’B industries
steadily grew.
And one evening, as he walked home
to hls hotel, he saw the Princess Ro-
manovna. There was no mistake
about It this time, and he realized
that, when it was indeed she, there
ceuld be no mistake. She was lean-
ing back in a sledge with high curving
dash, luxuriously piled with skins. On
an elevated seat in front sat her
coachman and footman, the former
directing the energies of four milk-
white steeds, whose tails were tied In
knots, but whose long manes streamed
wildly in the wind. Two of these
horses were running free, and, thus
untrammeled, the beauty and grace of
their movements wag a sight to be re-
membered for a lifetime. The prin-
cess wore a white round cap of fur,
and her cheeks, deliriously reddened
by the excitement and the keen teeth
of the wind, were snuggled In the soft
collar of u white fur cloak. Hardy
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“I Shall Be Most Happy,” Said Hardy.
noticed, with a thrill of distinct pleas-
ure, that no man. but an older woman,
accompanied her.
And the princess saw Hardy. As he
arrested his steps at the edge of the
curb and gravely lifted his hat, she
bowed and, leaning forward, touched
the coachman and called to him. The
horses came to a sudden stop, rearing
upon their haunches and plunging and
slipping in a wild jumble. Presently
they stopped and stood trembling. The
sledge drew up to the curb.
"Why, Mr. Hardy!” exclaimed the
princess in Russian, “I had no Idea
that you were In Moscow. How long
have you been here?"
“A little over two weeks.”
"Over two weeks and have not been
to call on me! I do not consider that
kinu. Mine. Prebioff, this is Mr.
Hardy, the American whom I told you
about, who rescued me from the
Chinese brigands, and performed such
feats of valor on the Shilka. I do not
see why he ever rescued me at all, If
he does not think me worth calling
on."
“The princess lias talked constantly
of you,” said Mme. Prebioff; "half the
young men in Moscow are waiting to
challenge you. Hearing of your won-
derful skill, they have all taken to
practicing with the pistol. The pro-
prietors of the galleries are getting
rich, and one can scarcely sleep nights
on account of the constant popping.”
The princess laughed merrily. "You
are positively incorrigible, Anna,” she
said. “But”—turning to Hardy—“tell
me why you have not been to see me?
What excuse have you to offer, sir?"
"I should have called before 1 left,
to pay my respects,” said Hardy,
gravely. “I have been very busy. I
am here on business, you know, for
the American Trading Company, buy-
ing up stock for their posts on the
Amur. I—ah, had not expected to de-
vote much attention to society."
“Mr. Hardy is a merchant, then?”
inquired Mme. Prebioff, languidly.
“How very interesting!”
The princess' eyes flashed danger
ously, but she made no reply to Mme.
Prebioff.
“But even if you are busy,” she
said, “you can spare a little time for
your friends. Will you not call on
me to-morrow evening? I shall be
quite alone, and we can talk over our
wonderful adventures together. Come
at eight.”
The horses, stung by the cold, were
becoming unmanageable now and were
plunging and rearing.
“I shall be most happy,” said Hardy.
"Au revolr, then,” said the prin-
cess, “I shall expect you.”
She spoke to the isvoachlk, and the
sledge, with a sudden crash and a
rhythmical Jingle of bells, flew down
the street. The American, with head
uncovered, stood looking after it.
the hotel that did duty ns an office.
Wang glanced up from the pile of cor-
respondence with which he was busy.
"You look like a gentleman, ” be re-
plied, quietly.
"Thanks," said Hardy, who wqs in
evening dress. "I am glad you think
so, for the costume which 1 am now
wearing was invented to convey the
impression that a man is either a gen-
tleman or a waiter, though it hus, first
and last, It must be confessed, cov-
ered the hack of au occasional
coward or clown. It is necessary for
tne to-night to look the gentleman,
my boy," he added, whimsically, "for
I am going to mingle with the haute
noblesse. The merchant of Stryetensk,
Wang, is on his way to the palace of
the Romanoffs!”
Wang smiled. "Once a gentleman,
ulways a gentleman." he replied.
"There are many among the drunken,
licentious and cowardly nobility of
Russia who are less worthy to enter
palaces than the merchant of Ntry-
etensk!"
Hardy laid his hand on Hie other’s
shoulder.
“You look pale, by boy,” be said,
kindly. “You are working too hard.
Put these away now and go to hod, or
here—take this and go lo the theater"
—and he laid a gold piece on the
table. Wang flushed and handed tho
money back.
If [ go to the theater," he said,
with cons iderable : j irit, "I can buy
my own ticket."
Hardy’s finer feelings prevented
him from smiling.
"Pardon me. Wang," lie said, restor-
ing the money to his pocket. “1 did
not mean to offer you charity; merely
a reward for exceptional attention to
duty. But I must be going Tbe prin-
cess said eight and it's nearly that
now. Don’t work any more to-night.”
He was gone.
"The princess!” muttered Wang,
Jabbing the pen, with which he had
been writing, so spitefully into (he
table that he shattered its point. "The
haughty, lemon-haired princess—and
she wants nothing of him save lo
amuse herself! He has saved her life
and now she will repay him by break-
ing his heart. I could kill her!"
Having given vent to this ebullition
of seeming jealousy, WaDg proceeded
to illustrate still further the feminine
nature of Korean boys, for he rested
his head on his arms and sobbed for
some moments violently. Alter which
he twisted his neck about and kissed
the spot upon his shoulder where his
master's hand had rested
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Can Afford More.
"What makes you say that they are
people of distinction?"
"Because," said the iceman, "they're
the only people on my route who
aren't the four-chunks a week class.”
CHAPTER XXVIII.
Hardy Engages a Cabman.
"How do I look, Wang?" Hardy
aaked of hls Korean boy, who was
sitting In the room of their suite at
A Long Way After.
"Why, with all the modern re-
sources, can't they chek the terrible
odor of gasoline In automobiles?''
"Probably that odor was an aflat
thought"
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