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Title: The Black Cross
Author: Olive M. Briggs
Release Date: April 30, 2007 [EBook #21259]
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[Frontispiece: "Ah, mein Gott!" he cried, "It is Kaya!"]
THE BLACK CROSS
BY
OLIVE M. BRIGGS
_Frontispiece by_
SIGISMOND DE IVANOWSKI
NEW YORK
MOFFAT, YARD AND COMPANY
1909
Copyright, 1909, by
MOFFAT, YARD AND COMPANY
NEW YORK
Published, February, 1909
to
YAPHAH
THE BLACK CROSS
PART I
CHAPTER I
It was night in St. Petersburg. The moon was high in the heavens, and
the domes, crowned with a fresh diadem of snow, glittered with a
dazzling whiteness. In the side streets the shadows were heavy, the
facades of the great palaces casting strange and dark reflections upon
the pavement; but the main thoroughfares were streaked as with silver,
while along the quay all was bright and luminous as at noontide, the
Neva asleep like a frozen Princess under a breast-plate of shimmering
ice.
The wind was cold, the air frosty and gay with tinkling sleigh-bells.
A constant stream of people in sledges and on foot filled the Morskaia,
hurrying in the one direction. The great Square of the Mariinski was
alive with a moving, jostling throng, surging backwards and forwards
before the steps of the Theatre like waves on a rock; a gay,
well-dressed, chattering multitude, eager to present their tickets, or
buy them as the case might be, and enter the gaping doors into the
brilliantly lighted foyer beyond.
It was ballet night, but for the first time in the memory of the
Theatre no ballet was to be given. Instead of the "Premiere Danseuse,"
the idol of Russian society, a new star had appeared, suddenly,
miraculously almost, dropped from a Polish Province, and had played
himself into the innermost heart of St. Petersburg.
The four strings of his Stradivarius, so fragile, so delicate and slim,
were as four chains to bind the people to him; four living wires over
which the sou
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