Identifier: acmemagazine00acme (find matches)
Title: The acme magazine
Year: 1906 (1900s)
Authors: Acme Publishing Company (Trenton, N.J.)
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Publisher: Trenton, N.J. : The Acme Publishing Co.
Contributing Library: New Jersey State Library
Digitizing Sponsor: LYRASIS Members and Sloan Foundation

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The Prince Greeted Me With Unruffled Ease And Charming Courtesy. 22 AN ENEMY TO THE CZAR. obeyed, and, before I realized what wasbeing done, found myself handcuffed tothe representative of the law from overthe seas. So, I was, as I had begun to suspect,a desperate criminal! The muzzle of ahuge revolver, which my companion keptin hand and fully exposed to view dur-ing the ensuing drive emphasized thefact. The drive terminated at the wharf ofthe Compagnie General Transatlantique,where against the gray of approachingdawn, loomed darkly mysterious the im-mense bulk of an ocean liner. We were evidently not unexpected.As soon as the hack came to a stand-still, two men walked rapidly down thevessels gangway and approached itswindow. A curt question, as curt a re-sponse, the transference of a paper frommy guard to one of his questioners,served to convert me into a passengeraboard the steamship, La Touraine, enroute to St. Petersburgh. This, at that time, of course, I merelysurmised; but the s

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