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HE went swiftly to her and held her by her shoulders.

"I'm leaving the army. I've just told my father."

"Why?"

"Russian officers can't marry lovely girls, like you. So I am resigning."

"Peter," she whispered. "Oh, Poter!"

For a long moment she was in his arms and then suddenly she remembered. She could not say what the must say for a time; not until she could gain control of her voico.

"Peter, your father won't be at the Opera Tuesday night, will he?" she asked at last.

"Indeed he will; beside me in the proscenium He will understand then why I am giving up the army which I love. It will be the proudest night of my life,"

box.

"Peter, I'm

grant it, pleasing to ask a favour of you. Will you

"Glidly, of course.”

"Don't cone Tuesday night and don't let your father come, either,"

"But that's ridiculous, dear. As for my being there you and I have lived for that night. I just told you it will be the proudest night of my life. Me not be there, Indeed! As for your father, he is eager to come and if he wasn't I'd bind him and gog him and drag him there,"

"Don't inke this lightly. Peter." said Lydia in a pleading tone. "Another night will be just as good. In fact it will be better for all of us, much better."

"Every real artist, I've heard, has stage-fright now and then. You're evidently having a premature attack. Perhaps the timing is wood. You're seared now.

Tuesday night you will be calm and collected."

Lydia shuddered. If only she could tell Peter the truth! As she could not, she must wheedle, she must

conx, she must burst into tears, if necessary,

"Perhaps it

stage-fright. But

I know myself, Peter. It will not pass by Tuesday aight. It will grow. with every minute. It will

be terrible that

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"Perhaps, Peter, It is because you are of one class and I of an- other. You are a nobleman, I am

a commoner."

understand "But we did

ench other. When you thought I was a poor student, come from the coun- try to take voice lessong, we were Just a man and a girl who loved each other. The difference in rank was no real difference. I knew what you were from the start. Did It matter to me? You know it didn't. And until you discovered was a nobleman and a captain of the Cossacks, you were not con- scious of any barrier between us,"

"Must I repeat to you, Peter, that I believe what my father and his group believe?"

"You do not. You can not. Just. what they believe I do not know. 1 can imagine some of it might appeal you better life for the peasants and the workers, more freedom for the ordinary cllizen, less rigid laws. Yes I can be- lieve you could work and sacrifice for such things."

"Peter, you must believe what I say, You have known ong side of me. There is another side which you have not known until to-night and now you will not let yourself

know it."

"Yet you tried to keep my father and me from being here to-night

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night. Then it will be gone for-

ever.

There

are many other nights; you know I have a good schedule for the season.

It is

Just because I want you to be proud of me, just because I want your father to know you are not ruining your life by Baking it to mine, that I ask you not to come that night."

hls seat.

On Leo's face there was that wild look she had come to dread. But so long as the box was ,emply there was nothing to fear.

As the act went on Lydia bod the most wonderful feeling an actress can have. She knew she hud

"the

audience with her." There was absolute quiet in the huge house except for the music of the orchestra and the singers.

Then as the act was almost over there

came

me a change. She

was con- Not all the world. I don't want.scious of a slight ripple of ex-

eitement, of snatches of words, of eyes turned from the stage,

"All the work can be there to see my Lyda-and I am barred,"

he said plaintively.

father there, either. Before a huge audience of strangers I can sing

If the two love best in the world will not be able to go are there, on 'know best, Peter. Won't you take my word for

must,

"IL I must,

"said Peter.

"But just try to keep me out any night you sing and you'll

other

have a fight on your hands,"

"And your father? He must not be there, either. You promise?" "I promise. In fact, tyrant, I swear it."

Lydia felt she would faint from relief.

"I have a confession to make, Peter," she said softly. "I never loved you as much as I dont this moment. I never knew it was possible for woman to love as I love you."..

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WHEN Lydia arrived at her dressing-room Тиснику night, it resembled the show- window of a florist's establish- ment.

"Looks like Mr. Taranda-I mean His Highness-has cornered the flower market," sald Musha as she opened another box.

"Are these from Peter Loo?" asked Lydlo.

"Probably. Though some of the flowern, come from old friends, most of 'em are from him. Here's the card."

It rend: "My son begged me not. to come to-night but my curiosity Is Insatiable. May the Empress Scheherazade never revert to m rank so modest as Princess Karn- gin! I eagerly await your success."

It was ed Fathered: The Hard-Heart-

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There were lines of anxiety on Lydia's face as she obeyed the call-boy's order to take her place In the wings. Just what did that' note mean

mean?

The procentum box was emptyi. So the cryptic note which Gen-. eral Karagla had sent her did not į mean what she had feared. Peter had kept his promise to her and his father had kept his

to promise him. Now she could sing as aho. had never sung before. There would bo no off-stage tragedy: this night to bear down on her conscience for the rest of her Ha In the first row of the balcony she saw her father and Leo Pop- litsky. If they stood, they would be at a slight angle just above the empty box. Sho.could see her father was gripping the arms of

General Karagin was being ush- ered into the proscenium box.

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SHE knew the moment of danger would not be reached while the act was going on.

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It might not come until the end of the opern. When the audience was rising to leave-then, in the con- fusion which always comes, would be the time, Before that moment came she must some way, in any way she could contrive, manuge to send a warning to General Karagin.

Suddenly a soldier entered the

and handed box

a message to the General. Just behind him, almost running, was Peter. The orchestNI stopped playing. The singers, at a command from the director, stood silent.

General Kavagin, the message in hand, rose and stepped forward to the ralling of the box.

"Fellow Russians!" he said. "A message of the deepest significance hus just reached me, Germany has declared war on Holy Russia!"

some-

For a

r'a moment there was a stun- ned slicnee. The conductor lifted his baton and the orchestra began playing the national anthem. The audience rising faced the pros- cenium box and their voices joined with the singers on the stage, Professor Marakova held thing in his lowered hand,

"What are you waiting for?" asked Leo in a tense whisper.

cald Marakov. “Rus- sia's going to need him and men like him

him now. This changes every- Winge

can't

stark mad," said Leo. * Professor Marakov Vas just about to slip the pistol in his pocket, when Leo with h bharp movement tore it from him.

The next moment brought the

General Karogin who had been standing at attention slumped to the floor. Peter knelt and bent over him just as another shot was fired.

There was panic in the nudience. Wild sercams were heard as men and women trying to rush to the street were knocked down and trampled upon.

Others were running into the pisles soldiers, police and doe- tors and nurses who had been stimanoned to caro for General Karogin.

Lydia stood on the stage star- ing at the box until the great cur- tain was lowered. Then she man- aged, to stumble her way to the dressing-room.

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WHEN the doctors said his father had been wounded only in one arm and had placed him on a stretcher to be taken to a hospital, Peter rushed back to Lydin's dressing-room.

"Peter! Thank God, you're all right," she cried, running into his outstretched arms. *And father -- ?"

your

"Ho'll be all right. Whoever fired that shot wasn't a good alm.** "Have they did they have they cought the man?"

"Not yet."

"Oh Peter, let's get away from here. Far, far away where we can be alone together, safe and happy.' "But I'm a soldier, you know." "You said you were resigning." "That, was before to-night and to-night's nanouncement.

We are

at war, Holy Russia will need all her soldiers now. It won't last long, of course, this

And war. when I come back, I'll leave the army →→→

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There was a sharp knock on the door.

"Who's there?" called Peter. The door was thrown open and two police officers stood on the threshold. They saluted Peter,

"Your Highness," one of them sald, we inve orders for you from General Karagin. The assas- sins have been apprehended. One of them is the father of Lydia Marakova."

"What are you saying?" cried Peter.

"There is no mistake, Your Highness." He took a step for- ward and handed a paper to Peter. "Your orders are to arrest Miss Marakova at once."

"Just one moment," sald Peter, pointing to the dour.,

The officers saluted and left Peter and Lydia alone.

"Now, there are no more lies be- tween said Lydia.

"But you're not you can't be one of these people." my te

"I am, Poter, I have been all

You were forced to Join them -they made you they threat- ened"

She shook her head. 1

"No, Peter. I belleve in their bellefa."

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"You are not one of them. can not believe it. My gentle, lov- Lydia how can you expect Ing me to believe that you have n550- clated voluntarily with traitors?"

"I do not think that men and women wlio live and work and sacrifice themselves for the good of the Russian people are traitors. To me, they are the real patriots.

can

understand you, not Lydia."

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you

we uld not

Wome."

come

was a mo- ment of weak-

ness, Peter-the

weakness of a woman in love."

"I will never believe you jusly murder," he said.

Lydia walked swiftly to the door and opened I

"Come in, please," she said to the affeers. "Prince Karagin has made the arrest”

IT was the third Christmas in the trenches.

"said the

Peter walking toward the dug- out called out a sharp command to a soldier who was leaning on his rifle, his head bowed. "Sorry, Your Highness," man.

"I was not asleep. I was Just thinking about what my wife wrote me. She waited all night in a breadline to get something, any- kids and then got thing for the

saw

nothing."

"What do you expect? This is war," said Peter in a weary voler. When he entered the dugout he that the men had made pathetic efforts to celebrate. There Was a small tree. Its decorations were pleres of tin cans, military buttons, bright strings and dingy paper rosettes.

There were cries of "Merry Christmas" and one of the mon

was strumming on a balalaika.

an old folk song

"See what we've been saving for you," cried one of the men hold- "It's ing up a bottle of vodka. real."

Peter took the bottle from him and rushed out of the dugout. He went to the soldier he had re- primanded. "Merry

he Christmas,

sald thrusting the bottle into his hand. There was a worried look on the face of the men in the dugout as Peter went out and it was not be- cause they were to be denied the cherished Vodka,

""Nicki," said one of the officers, "you were bis arderly before the war made you a sergeant. Do you

ink, perhaps, His Highness Is. breaking?"

"It won't do that, ever, Sir, but I think he grloves too much about Lydia Marakova, He managed to have her released from prison but probably she is worse off. Masha, my wife who was Miss Marakova's maid, tells me she in wretched- just wanders around singing at one dreary

in.

Ile stopped short as Peler came

Merry Christmas," Peter cried. "And may we spend the next one in Petrograd!"

There was cheap red wine for their toasts to the Canr, to Holy Rusia, to the victory of the Allles. Then one of the men began sing ing the old Russian Christmas carol "Come This Night." They

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all Joined in. When It was finished there was a silence. Their emo- tions were too deep at that moment for them to speak.

"What's that?" naked ona of them tensely,

They all rose looking toward the door. From the Austrian trenches

came the sound of voices singing "Silent Night."

"But their Christmas was two weeks ago,' one of them said,

"They're singing for us," anid Peter, as they all went to the door and looked out.

THERE was a small lighted Christmas tree raised to the top of the Austrian trench,

Others followed. In the falling now with the Verrey lights Alcker- ing over the shelltorn earth, it was a scene of uncanny beauty.

As the last notes of the Aus- trian song seemed to fade into the night, Peter began to sing-not the Russian but the Austrian carol. The Austrians took it up and back. and forth across No Man's Land came haunting phrases of the beau- tiful old song.

Suddenly the noise of an ap- proaching plane was heard. It was bomber with Austelan insignia.

the dropped no bombs. Instead, of pieces of white paper fluttered down on the Russian lines. On them was printed: "Riots are aweeping Petrograd, Moscow, Kronstadt! Stop ngiting your Aus- trian brothers and rush home for your share of the lund!"

ringing of the telephone,

It was Peter who answered the

лижен, Your Excellency--but to- night is Christmani-Very well. At nine o'clock sharp."

He turned to the men. "Gentlemen General Head quarters order a surprise raid- nine o'clock-we cut the wire as we go!

For Lydin the long years of war were harder, perhaps, than they were for. Peter. As Masha had written, she went from one dreary cafe to another, singing for enough food to keep from starving. Her father in

lost to her Siberia Peter forever-alie

is was as one who not alive and yet goes on living.

One night the cheap gay song she

way singing was interrupted a crowd, shouting and sing- when ing, rushed into the tavern. A sallor Jumped to the platform.

"Tovarischil" he cried. "Russia has been taken by the peoplet Russin is free at last! Even the Cossacks are marching back with- out their officers! There are no more officerst Sing Sing the In- temotionale

Lydia who from childhood had looked forward to this day, open- ed her mouth to lend the singing. Her lips could not form the words. She buried her face in her hands.

THE Balalaika was on the "must" list of tourists because it was known as the favourite rendezvous of the exiled Rus-

sians in Paris.

Nicki and Masha owned it. Their the fact chief pride came from that they could help so many of their old friends, General Karagin was the wine stewart, Peter was and Danchenof a singing waiter was the door-man.

Time to

tell the paying guests to clear

said Nicki to his wite one night. There's barely time to have everything in readi ness for the celebration. In one hour it will be 1923 and this night Js for

Russions only," General Karagin was standing in u little room off the kitchen when he heard a tapping on the door. He opened it and a young woman came in from the rain.

"May I see Masha Popoi?" she nsked. "I'm a Russian just arrived in Paris, My name is Marakova," "I knew a man named Marakova In the old days. I hear he is an Important man. In the new Rus- sin."

"He was." she said sadly. Her eyes narrowed for a moment and then widened. "Pardon me, but aren't

General Karagin?" you "I was," he said. "Now I nm á wine stewart. And you--you must be Lydia Morakova whom I saw but once. You were very beaull- ful and your singing that night, so cruelly interrupted, I have never forgoiter."

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ONLY Peter stood apart, far from the mirror and with- out a candle.

"Quick; Your Highness" said Masha. "Before the twelfth stroke; you must make your wish."

The must hate us," she

No, my child. It was all so long ogo in a different world. And we old ones did make a mess, of things,"

"We young ones have falled too."

"Dat you, who are young, have another chance. And now let mo find Masha. She must find you some dry clothes at once or you will be ill."

Masha was laughing and crying with joy as she ran in to welcome Lydin. She led her up a service stairway, found clothes for her and, as in the old days, helped.

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