The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-07-13

drunken stupor. We must arouse him.
Fill yondcr kit with water, Rao, and
battle his head with it," directed Way
ling.
The Hindoo obeyed only too well. He
drenched the unfortunate creature until
he sputtered and gasped for breath and
left him limp and exhausted. but thor
oughly wide awake.
"You know me now?' asked Way
ling, standing few feet away, where
the candlelight fell on his frosty hair.
Cautley helplessly nodded.
"You see, am not dead. Ihave come
out of the grave to find you"
"To-to-kill mei' gasped Cautley.
Surely"
"And when3 Not now. Oh, in the
name Of God, not now"
AYE, tonight"
Cautley sprang to his feet with a cry
and made lunge toward the door. He
was swiftly intercepted by the Hindoo,
who, winding his muscular brown arms
around him, bore him back to the
couch. .. ;
"Speak no word, make no sound"
Missed the Hindoo, thrusting his hand
into the folds of white cloth on his
breast and drawing out what looked to
Peter like long, black darning needle
having jeweled hilt, its end tapering
into point as fine as hoir.
"What would you with that murder
Gus weapon?" questioned Peter, ad-
vancing Put it back. say"
"Let him be quiet. then," said the
Hindoo coldly as he ebeyed, taking a
watchful position at the foot of the
couch.
"Rao will do nothing save what /
direct" said Wayling. "Do not fear,
Peter. Have not given you my word?
Now that we have well nigh forced our
way into your house and stand face to
face with the Judas who betrayed me
it is meet you should know my mean-
ing. There is no time to lose."
Peter drew chair forward and seat
ed himself in the center of the room be-
tween the two men. His boyish face
was pale and pinched from anxiety.
There was an indomitable resolve in
Wayling's bearing, an open eagerness
terror in the attitude of the unfortunate
Cautley, who sat huddled upon the
couch, his wig awry, his lip dejectedly
hanging.
81 was not always this mans ene-
N.Y." commenced Wayling. leaning his
head upon his hands. "Time was when
we were inseparable On the details Of
our long friendship dare not linger.
He was the son of a poor missionary,
good man, and when I left India eight
Years ago to inherit an estate in Eng
land made him accompany me. Aye,
I even shared my fortune With him, and
he was to me as my own brother
''For these two years past I have
hated him as strongly as once I loved
him. From place to place in England
and Francs have ] followed bin, He
eluded me always, though never dream
ing l was on his track. By a happy
chance learned Of his departure for the
colonies, and / fell6wed him hlthef.
Not a clew had / to his whereabouts,
but 1 Judged he would prefer New
York, and for month past my days
and nights have been spent at the play
house, the coffee houses, on the streets,
in the mail coaches, everywhere men
congregate. looking always into the
face. of every passerby for the one I
Sought"
Wayling sprang to his feet and com.
menced to pace up and down the little
room. his eyes closed. When he spoke
again, the words came in spurts:
"A woman crossed my path when l
was %, three years ago-only three.
She had the face of an angel. Oh, Peter,
how truly L loved herl She was to me
the flower of the earth. She became my