When I Was Czar

MY Dear Miller, - Your letter, which was as short as old Canfield's temper, reached me in Berlin as I was starting for here. I'm off to Khiva, this wise. You'll remember my old yarn about the Czar having saved my life years ago in a pig-sticking do in Germany-he shoved or kicked me into a bush just in the nick of time when the brute made his rush-and how we then discovered the strong resemblance between us? Well, it's still true, and things have been happening in consequence. I ran across B...