The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1883-12-06

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'Then there is no longer need for my
presence, and / have just time to catch
the packet for Liverpool. Good morn
ing, gentlemen.
Raising his hat, Arnold Ormsby
entered his carriage with his second
and surgeon, and drove rapidly away.
"See here, Doctor 1 thought Arnold
was hit, for st. Varnham is q dead
shot, and was as cool and steady as On
iceberg"
And the second picked up fiat
tened bullet from where Arnold
Ormsby had stood
II verify believe he wore q steel-wire
shirt for this bears the marks across
it, and he staggered lack as though
hard hit; but come, let us take poor
st. Varnham home and see if anything
can be done for him" returned the sur
geon; and the wounded man was lifted
into the carriage and driven rapidly
away in the direction of his home.
From the land of the sunny South
the scene of my story shifts, kind reader,
to a far-away Eastern land-the land
of oriental romance. Across the arid
plain or desert Il caravan is winding
slowly along. the camels and horses
eagerly stretching their necks as they
behold in the dist ,nce a fringe of palm
trees that they well know shade des-
ert spring or well.
In advance ride two horsemen-one
a dusky Arab pilot of the desert, the
other man whose face and complexion
prove him to be Caucasian, and in
whom the reader cahnot fail to recog-
nize one whom he believed fatally
wounded in his duel with Arnold
Ormsby, but whose strong constitution
caused him to rally when on the very
verge of death. The fifteen years that
have passed since that dread duel have
not changed Beverly st. Varnham much
threads in his hair, and his face has
grown darker and sterner; but his eyes
are just as bright and his manners just
as dignified and courtlv as in his early
life.
In those fifteen years that have
passed, he has been sad wanderer
over the world Returning to his
lovely American home only once in
every three or four years, and then re-
naming but a short while, when the
spirit of unrest again drives him forth
to drown thought in travel.
He'll no rest until he finds Arnold
Ormsby," said old Mrs. Kent, as he left
home for the fourth time since she had
been an inmate of his mansion.
And old Alice Kent was right, for the
object of all his wanderings was to find
Arnold Ormsby, and again face him
with deadly intent. Possessing un-
limited means, he went from land to
land, often on the track of the man he
sought, until at last he learned that he
was more frequently seen in the East.
Joining caravan, he determined to
seek for his foe among the desert tribes,
of which he had heard he was a Sheik,
or chief, and thus we find him, at the
close of that long, hot day, at the head
of the winding line that traversed the
desert. Suddenly, this Arab pilot
halted and pointed before him to the
oasis, behind the shelter of which were
visible n hundred Arab horsemen,
whom the experienced eve of the guide
at once pronounced the desert robbers
The caravan was at once trimmed up
in close order, and slowly they APP
preached the oasis, the Arab horsemen
retiring sullenly.
"Thev will attack us tonight, said
the Sheik of the caravan, and, as they
went into camp around the wells, all
was preparation to meet the daring
desert pirates, whom they SO much
dreaded.
Having shown himself man of I'M
daunted courage on several occasions,
Beverly st. Varnham was given the
command of one wing of the line, an
exposed and important position, and,
having eaten their evening meal, all
waited for the attack which they knew
must come.
Grandly above the desert horizon
came tho moon, launching floods of
silvery light over all and showing the
desert robbers slowly riding to the at
tack. Once discovered, they dashed
forward on their swift horses, filling
the air with wild cries, and coming on
like hurricane upon the wing COM
manded by Beverly st. Varnham.
Nearer and nearer they came, and
then was given the ringing order to
fire and sheet of flame broke forth
from the caravan lines, and dozen
horsemen went down. But the ava
lanche was not checked, and the next
moment they struck the line with a ter'
rife shock. :.
Springing forward, st. Varnham
seized the rein of an Arab steed and
pointed his revolver at the heart of the
rider.
Great Cod Beverly st. Varnham"
broke from the supposed Arabs lips.
"Yes, Arnold Ormsby, your hour has
come-diel'
He pulled the trigger, but the cap
snapped, and, driving the spurs into
his steed, Arnold Ormsby passed on
with hooking laugh that rung in the
ears of ST. Varnham long after. And,
with the fight of their Sheik, the Arab
robbers sped on, for they had found
the caravan too strong for them to
capture.
The mighty Sid, ruler of Persia,
was fond of attaching to his court any
foreigner of ability that he found will
ing TO consent to live in that land of
lovely women and barbarous men, and