The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1897-12-31

ansndrn a. damp earn MI upon
1sca Then NV there Was NO esc
not any. ] must die. smother, lik9 n
rat In hole. The agony ! saHersd waa
infinite, untzanulatable. The pressnrs
a. my chest-oh. seam to feel II now,
suffocating, dying BY inchesi At lest ]
heard faint sound. As we'll o. could
Ishrieked again and waitsd, with what
suspense you can dimly imagine. The
sound became more distinot--a voice.
1t seemed an eternity before the coffin
lid was torn back, and ] felt myself
lifted, carried up up-it seemed to me
into the other Of new world. When
recovered, Rao Singh was bending over
me, the stars were above, life about me.
The delight was too much. Iswooned. ="
Peter had found himself creeping
nearer and nearer the edge Of his chair
as Wayling's narrative proceeded. At
the last words, as the speaker sank back
gasping, he bounded impulsively to his
side and caught his hand, tears rushing
from his eyes.
"Alas, poor fellow, indeed-indeed
you must have suffered" he said bro
kenly. my word, it was frightful
extreme. And after that. sir? Aftey
thatl"
after that, my identity concealed,
Rao Singh during weary months nursed
me back to life-nay, to existence only,
Tor the charm Of living was gone. The
first glance in a mirror showed me my
black hair grown white as drifted
snow, and inst as changed was all the
world to me. There was nothing left
me in life worth living for. I learned
then from RAGS lips how he had been
dispatched on false mission to Eng
land, Cautley having told him the same
was my wish. But the Hindoo's prefer
naturally acute sense or precedence told
him all was not we'll, and God willed
be should reach that newly made grave
in time to save me. During my long
illness the thought Of my revenge came
to me, and ! greeted it as would a
thirsty traveller spring Of water in a
rocky place. How often in my thoughts
have fed my hungry heart upon such
a scene al this, when ! should stand
face to face with the evil genius who
had wrested FROM me eve1ything!"
He clasped his hands upon his knees
md bent scorohing gaze on Cautley's
bowed head.
"Where is my wife?" be asked.
dead this year past" was the
mufiied answer.
us che so7" sneared Wayling. "And
who killed herr I know the whole
story. Aye, know how you squandered
in evil living the portion she received
through my supposed death. I know
what her life was with you and how you
cast her off, for stood over her I'M
grave in Londen's pauper bury.
ing ground the day before l sailed from
English shores. Say your prayers. You
have not an bnur to live"
There was d grosn of mortal terrier,
and Cantisy lifted his face 1t was q
chastity sight. A terror 80 awful had
visited every feature Peter felt his soul
sicken as he looked.
1t was the first time in his happy 90
lucky life be had stood before the reality
# death like this. 1t was too dslibcr-
,te, too horrible He looked at tho Hin
loo, who stood waiting llks figure If !
ate, and, despioable as he knew Cant
ey to be, his quick sympathiss went
out to him as he fancied himself in d
ike extremity.
ut is your settled purpose to kill this
nan?" he questioned, taking Waylins's
'rm in an eager grasp. MAY, then,
ron will not. What will it profit you to
.akG this wretch's life?''
Would you not kill reptile if it
tung your" asked Wayling.
But look at him, debauched, brutal
zed, ragged, the laughing stock Of all