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RASPUTIN AND THE EMPRESS.

Adapted by BIANCO E. JONES from the M.G.M. Picture.

Yesterday we left' the Empress Just as the irvad aliadow of a huge man came thrutsch the desir and rrept and the hem of her

skirt.

CHAPTER SEVEN

"Who brought him here?" the Empress demanded.

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"You trust doctors?" he asked. "Won't you belfore God can do more than they can?"

The boy's scream echoed in the at Tearina's mind. She winced the acute mental pain.

"If he could be spared that!" sho said fervently.

"Thore ure no 'ifs," my "I did. Majesty!" Natasha an-daughter," Rasputin said. "I can awered quickly. The doctors ad- heal him. All the pain that is milted they were helpless. Ras-twisting his little body will leave putin has the power of God!"

Let me pray with your son," he said almost in a coaxing tone.

"All the priests of Russia are praying for him," the Empress suid simply.

The shortening shadow still

At her words, Rasputin made the stretched across the room from the doorway, gigantle even as the man sign of the cross. He nodded who cast it came closer. The Em-slightly to the Taurina, press atraightened in her chair. Through the doorway came a black bearded peasant, draised in a la- bourer's smock and bouts only with goose-greare, n black beard flowing luxuriantly over his chest. Her aniazement that a man of this sort should come unannounced into the paluce grow oven greater as she lifted her eyes to his. His eyes, black, glowing, hold hera with a nugnetle, frightening stare. She could not find her voice to ask him who he was and what his business could be.. Still peering into her eyes, the gigantle Mujik was the first to speak. In a commanding voice he asked:

"Where is the boy?"

The Empress looked from the pensant to Natasha. She regained her composure, and asked calmly:

"Who is this man?"

The girl turned to look into the magnetic eyes of the gigantle poa- sant. A look of devout respect came into her answered in n low voice.

"Rasputin."

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Rasputin smiled reassuringly. "I'm no priest, my daughter," he said to the Empress. "I'm a simple man who beltoves God answers prayers."

The Empress smiled wanly. All the man wanted was to pray for her son. And for this he had come to the Palace to ask permission. She made a courteous gesture of dis- missal.

"We are grateful for everyone's prayera. Will you pray in the Ca- thedral, Father? They're all theru."

The man's eyes seemed to bore into her. He never wavered in his stare as he slowly rafsed his hand to his heart.

The enthedral of 'God is here." he said impressively. "It's the aim eyes. Shople prayer that reaches Him more than all the chants and choirs in the world. Only, you must

leve."

The Empress showed no recogni- tion. The name meant nothing to' her. Still addressing herself to Natasha ahe repented.

"Who?"

The Empress returned Rasputin's insistent stare.

"I do believe."

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him."

Another, a more plaintive cry, The man's or- assailed their ears, guments were being driven home.

"Believe, my child, and to-morrow you will have him in your arms again. He will be happy, and strong, and alive. All this will have been bad dream." He! paused to let the full import of his words sink in. Then, "Won't you believe?" he whispered persuasive- ly. "Come, say after mo: 'My son will live!***

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Fascinated, the Tsarina repeated his words:

"My son will live."

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"Not like that" Rasputin's voice rose in sharp crescendo jubilantly. He raised his arms high. A note of ecstacy crept into his voice. “My son will live!" "My son will live!"

And then the Empress caught the man'a fervour. Her eyes gleamed with a new hope.

However repulsive this man may have seemed to her at first, with his greasy clothes, and uncouth black beard, and penetrating black eyes, was it not possible that he could help restore the little Tsarevitch to health. Must it always be a well- be-gruamed, well-fed, learned physic. inn-in-ordinary who would stand and ponder and shake his head in despair. The lift of the heir to the throne of all the Empress Rus- With a gentle smile Rasputin re-1 sinns must not be disposed of with a mere shake of the liend. And bukod her;

"No, or your hands wouldn't be this man before her was so sincere, Those tear stains so full of religious ecstacy! Surely trembling. wouldn't be there. Why, if you! he would be able to dispel some of believed as a little child, you would the gloom which hang over the say to me: My son is getting well entire Imperial Palace, because I asked God to make him 80. And then God would know Rasputin stood silent, yet smil.that you trusted Him, and raise! ing, as the girl turned to him.

"Wasn't she, Father? And the boy, the one who was run down by the Cossacks

Natasha answered swiftly, pas- sionately. Her entire' heart and soul went into her voice as she an- swered earnestly:

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"Gregory Rasputin-a man God. He can cure him, he's cured so many. A woman named Naris- kin-she was dying"

Slowly, the Empress forced her- self to look into Rasputin's glowing eyes. Unconsciously, she fought to bring those words to her lips which would dismiss this pensont from thei Imperial Palace.

him up."

As putin looked toward the sick room, the murmur of a voice penetrated to them. He looked questioningly at the Tsarina.

"My son will live!" she exclaimed in measured tones.

Once more 'ery from the sick room enused the Empress to stif fen sharply. She stepped toward Almost pushing him, Rasputin.

she said:

"Go in. I can't bear it any long-

"Who's with your sun?" be asked. į er!" "The doctor whe brought him in-1 Rasputin smiled with triumph. He stroked his long beard and re- to the world."

pented again:

There was a sudden scream. The Empress, tears filling her eyes, He healed them," Natasha | elenched her hands. The peasant was saying. "He can heal Alexe]." | was watching her narrowly,

"Rejoice! Your son will live!" Swiftly, Rasputin glided into the shadows of the darkened sickroom,

As if afraid to enter, the Empress remained outside, staring at the door. Suddenly it burst open. Conteleeves rolled up to disclose the white of his shirt sleeves, and al mont beside himself. with rage, Remezov burst out, He stopped short as ho saw the Empress,

straw["

Then he was appalled with the realization of what he had dared to any. With audden decision, he faced the Emprons defiantly. The woman stared at him in silence, giving no clue as to her thoughts.

She looked at the door as a nurse,

small, red cross gleaming from "Your Majesty!" Remozov ex- claimed in a vibrant voice. "Per-hor hend-covering of pure white,

nant, was just behind her. mit me to forget that you are my appeared. Rasputin, calmly demi- Bovereign. You are, a woman."

He pointed through the open door toward the bed.

"This is your child. I am his doctor. I am going to the Tear and demand that you be kept away from him. This madman is the

last

Remezov wheeled furiously na tho giant peasant sald almost Jeering- ly:

"Send them away.".

The Empress's foco hid a thou- sand different emotions. Upper- (Continued on Page 11.)

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