The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1897-12-31
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giftl And which, think You, would b
the greater revenge?'
There was deep silence in the room
broken only by the lonely cry Of bell
man who paused beneath the window.
IA dark, foggy night One by tn
clock, and all's we'll, all's welll''
MAY" said Wayling, lowering hi
head, fall is i'll indeed. My soul is stirret
within me. cannot tell the reason O
1t, lad, but you have squeezed the sweet
ness from my revenge. Open the door
Let the creature 60 untouched. l will
not look upon his face again."
Cautley staggered to his feet, his fact
expressing unutterable gratitude. Heed
ing Peters gesture to be SILENT hs gave
one terrified, backward look, az if doubt.
ing the reality of his release, and c1ept
into the dark hall.
A moment later they heard the street
door family close after him. The Hin
doc smiled.
LET us go ALSO" said Wayling in a
quiet, weary voice. There are papers
and books at my lodgings which must
take with me on the ship. Lot us go
low"
He slipped his arm through Peters,
and the Hindoo followed. On reaching
the street they found a heavy fog brood
ing like specter over the silent town.
Not many yards away the bellman's
swaying lantern was hazy point Of
Light. Everything else was obsoured.
They hurried silently along, Peter
instinctively taking the right way.
Neither dared to speak Of the experience
he had just passed through and its be-
wildering termination. When they
reached Wayling's house, they discov-
cred the Hindoo was not behind them.
He has lost his way in the fog"
said Peter. "Let us retrace our steps a
bit"
They did go, calling his name softly.
At length whispered answer was re-
ceived.
Eyes, sahib, Icome." And breathless
from swift run the Hindoo appeared
LING HuUdb Dehlu6 Ludul.
'It ia indeed strange Hao should lose
bis way" said Wayling as they turned
again. HE has the scent Of a dog, the
hearing Of an Indian"
The fog lifted as tho day broke, and
the sun sucked up the mist, leaving the
waters Of the bny sparkling in the sun
Light. The vessel bound for England
started on her voyage with promise Of
fair weather.
A mistiness came into PETERS eyes as
the roof tops and steeples of the town /
grew more and more indistinct.
"You are loath to leave New York."
said Wayling sadly, reading his COM
panion's face.
THAT am not" said Peter stoutly.
"Were it not for You, though, would
be. Do you regret your sacrince?" he
asked very gently.
May, strange peace has come to
me-" said Wayling, his fino eyes light
ing. II never knew it before. Oh, be
to me- always Peter, as you were in
that moment"
The Hindoo had moved toward them
as if to speak. On hearing his master
utter these words he resolutely closed
his lips and turned away.
Neither Wayling nor Peter ever saw
the following paragraph, which appear
ed few days later in The Weekly Post.
boy:
Found Dead. half an hour aft
er 3 O'Clock on Thursday morning last a
bellman going his rounds in the fog
CHANGED upon the dead body Of man.
1t was recognized as that Of Edward
Cautley, a roistercr and drunkard, well
known in the taverns His death was
doubtless caused by drunkenness and
exposure. No mark was found upon the
body save small, purplish spot, just
above the heart, like the deep prick Of
pin. Naught is known Of the dead
mans relatives, and be leaves no mon
BY wherewith to bury him. He will
therefore b. inferred at the city's cost
in the burying ground for paupers. ,,
THE END.