Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1889-03-17

whether Tue StOOuo bhos AS
have seen that kissP"
She was cool, calculating, and reasoned
admirably. As for me, the blood Iusneu
through my veins like liquid hre. ana my
heart palpitated to an almost painiui tx
tent. .c.
"Jack," shs said, once more, ut is for
tonight He knows it; ne hss toid me 20
We must fly together"
I am not a coward. To make love 10 an
other mans wife is one thing, to run away
with her another; but 10 desert ones col
ors. to desert one's brother officer, to leave
him to certain death in the hour OF MS
neel. and at the same time to run away
with his wife, is piece Of Vlliainy too
monstrous for the mind of any man to con-
ceive or execute. ,.5 for
l explained, I argued, L pieaueu iO4
time; 1 swore loved her; L toid heI 'n'o
by an act such as this 1 should become ah
outcast All to no purpose H.
eff you love me, Jack, she salG' sule
IL you would not have me handed over 70
the tender meIcies of wretches sucn "'
those"
And with her little cutting whip she IN
dicated the two native grooms.
Her kiss was burning on my lips, but
was not the man to desert my colo[s IN the
hour Of danger under the excuse OF al IN
trigue. l said to her:
cts a bad business, Rosa; 1t seems 10
me he ought to put you in safety, some
how or another" :
Jack" she said, with savage determl-
nation, 'I'll give him a chance. DE c'n
save me to night, if be will. Ii is only
four hours ride, after all. Bat promise
me one thing, Jack; if he shonlo Ielase,
YOU will save me You can be BACK before
dawn, to be butchered here with MIN, since
you prefer it."
I shook my head. ~
"Do YOU refuse me- still?" she cried
Then, by heavens, " she screamed, as she
shook her little fist at the blue sky, III
90 by myself, for you are both OF you
towards, you would be paladlns!" -,
I did not answer her, but womanlike
she pessered me into making her promise.
agreed that her horse and the cOloneFs
should be brought round, as II 1or o
moonlight ride, sfUer dinner. Then, ana
not till then, did her tears, her plteous
tears, cease TO flow. =,
"Foreiye me, dear cid jack" she said;
II knew you would save me after all;
Alb. me, did save her, but at what
pyice!
Dinner was over, and we stood IN tue
compound outside the mess room, the ma
ior. his wife and 1. Some sort of attempt
at floral ornament had been made In the
so-called garden by feR rows OF stTamon-
Jun plants whose large white flowers,
which open only at night, gave their heavy
perfume 20 the tepid air. We smoked
cur "Trichys," bettsr ones than they give
us here (said Fowler with a sigh Then
there was horrid scene between the pair.
She implored him on her knees, in the
dust, as a woman might plead with an ex-
ecutioner for her wretched life; but she
did not move the mgor.
"My DEAR" he SAID grimly, ''yOu didn't
marry me for my good looks; you married
me, Rosa, for my position. My position,
my dear, has its duties, and one of them Is
10 take my chance of death in this hole.
My wife has thro wn in her lot with me.
take it that that's So, Fowler ?" said the
major, turning to me.
III could run across with her, if you
liked, you know, as fal as Murghab; It's
only twenty-five miles, and the roads are
good"
Now, at Murghab vas large canton
ment-Enelish familits, ladies and child
rem; and what was more important, an
Euglish regiment and Tome guns.
Fowler" said the mejOr. Il can
trust you, my boy, but C MT trust her;
she'll have to stay and take her chance
with the old man, after all"
l saw there was no use arguing with
him. There was only one chance; to try
and shame him INFO it. left the pair,
she pleading and entreating, but the man
was not to be moved.
From the regi rental lines came the
sounds of music and SOM, but the men
were less noisy than usual, and, 10 my
mind, that BODIED mischief.
/ bad made her promise suppose it
vas her only CHARGE of escape. If the ma
/ ior chose to take her out again, and she
bOlted to Murghab, so mach the better for
her, and it could do hin no harm; for at
the pass we were, scandal, even the scan
dial of an Indian station, was dead. OIL
course he Couldn't leave, but he might
easily have sent her off with q sergeant's
guard; ne could do it this very night even,
| If he chose. But he didn't To my mind
he knew that things had come TO a crisis,
and felt chat no mad treated me badly il
not taking me into his confidence. But
why should he have done so? Perhaps he
looked on me as his wifes lover; so l vas,
in one sense. Perhaps hs thought that he
was ,eveDging himself on Us both in DOOM
ing US to certain and horrid death; so l
pordsred as entered the mess tent. Not
q servant in the place
Perhaps l was TOO late, after all. / ran
out of the mess tent as did so, came
upon my own syce-a little old man, who
had been with me stree my griffin days.
He had nothing to do with the regiment,
and I could trust him, for ne had been my
c1n6da1t in many stable secret, my
trainer fer many an up country race; the
man had never yet sold me, and ne would
not, felt, betray me nOI.
"Mortazza," said SADDLE my horse
and the Mem Sahib'I, and bring them
round to the front of the mess tent at once.
Run,' l said, as the man hesit ted.
He disappeared without word:
As returned throu h the mes tent
felt that mischief was brewing. The songs
10 the lines had ceased and heard por-
teutous hum of confused voices There
YVES no doubt about the matter. But my
rage against the men, vhom felt in a few
minutes would be in open musiny, was as
nothing 10 my indignation against the ma
jor for deliberately sacrificing his wife and
not taking me into his confidence.
Major" cried as joined the pair,
there's something serious on foot; there's
not soul in the mess tent"
He calmly looked at his watch, and
smiled As he did so the sound of canter
in hoOfs fell upon cur ears, and Mortazza
riding my horse and leading Mrs Cross
Gulf Arab, suddenly appeared.
Light as a bid, Rosa sprang into the
saddle. At that moment the report of a
single musket rang in our ears, and shouts
and cries, with the nOae Of struggle, were