A Rock in the Baltic
m she saw, lying upon the table, a letter with a Russian stamp, but addressed in an unknown hand to her friend Katherine Kempt. She surmised that here was the first communication from the
merging from her room, to see Katherine standing by the table, a black book in her hand. On the table lay a large package from New York, recently opened, displaying
olume in her hand. "Steele's 'Fourteen-Weeks' Course in Chemistry,' an old book, but fasci
istry?" ask
rine firmly, "and, inci
've got the wrong text-books. You shou
followed her example, Steele's "Four
erine, "should have a g
m wo
t are deceptive, and
sententious, Kate.
ily taken in. He is too honest for cra
ou been delu
, I am a
hy la
ut that. You couldn't do a mean or ung
ld reform?" she asked, bre
o man who is worthy of you. That's a woman's opinion; one who knows you well, and there
he same more or less, I receiv
he table, and surmi
I remember how I have deluded that poor, credulous young man, in making him believe I understood even the fringe of what he spoke about, it fills me with grief
orothy
former frivolity dog my steps through life? When I call to mind that I made fun to
cious remark in your life, Kate. Don't make me defend you against yourself. You have determined, I take it, to plunge into the sub
he same. I like people to believe in me, even if I sometimes lo
you'd ra
u, but you will understand when you have hea
on Chemistry, and from this volume she extracted it, pressed it for a mo
my first l
crisp, thin p
t pertain to the subject of the volume in question, and yet was so illuminative to any student of chemistry. They have done a great deal wit
ked across at her auditor, an expression
under heaven
truck by the ludicrousness of any young and beautiful w
rocess, Dorothy?" beseeched Katherine
n with the l
on my liquid limestone, instead of waiting upon slow evaporation, I could turn out building stone faster than
ak I am? It was bad enough to cozen with my heedless, random markings of the book, but to think tha
herine, go
arly blew the roof off the shop, and quite startled poor Drummond out of a year's growth. However, no real harm has been done, while I have been taught a valuable lesson; to take into account all the elements I am usin
see her friend in the same position. You would ask me if I am in lo
te sure of t
had, except my own father, and I willingl
if that
all, Ka
m in this letter, which I would read
ent. Jack is his best friend, and perhaps a lover would weaken the influence which Tolstoi exerts over an em
hat, you are all right, Dorothy. No, there is no
ve he is being hoodwinked by the Foreign Minister. What I fear is that he will be bludgeoned on the street some dark night, or involved in a one-sided duel. Twice I have rescued him from an imminent danger which he has not even seen. Once in a restaurant a group of officers, apparently drunk, picked a quarrel and drew swords upon him. I had the less difficulty in getting him away because he fears a broil, or anything that w
ks. Lieutenant Drummond's mission to
k says, for Jack knows Russia, and he doesn't. Still, let us hope he will come saf
rhaps she would have confessed even to her closest friend, when she saw the twopence-halfpenny English stamp on the envelo
ISS AM
eived no answer. Taking a candle, I went downstairs, but everything was exactly as usual, the doors locked, and not even a bench overturned. I called aloud, but only the echo of this barn of a room replied. I lit the gas and made a more intelligent search, but with no result. I unlocked the door, and stood out in the street, which was quite silent and deserted. I began to doubt that I had heard anything at all, for, as I have told you, my nerves lately have been rather prone to the jumps. I sat up all night waiting for him, but he did not come. Next day I went, as had been previously arranged, to the Foreign Office, but was kept wai
hat Alan Drummond was ever