The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-07-13
otter RICKET'SHER0
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.,o,hes beat my hands against the
graveols nv coffin, and with strength
sides % nv need and despair tried to
born ~ ,ba lid. 1t gave way little by lit
force ~. ~. a grating sound, and presently
W. handful Of damp earth fell upon my
Then saw there was no escape,
iao0' .nv I must die, smother, like a
not a.. hole. The agony suffered was
las i - untranslatable. The pressure
MIL av cbest-ob, seem to feel it now,
on s Soy dying by inchesl At last l
sud faint sound. AS well as l could
nea n.;oted again and waited, with what
Sins. Won can dimly imagine. The
pd became more distinct-a voice.
S - seemed an eternity before the coffin
~ y. was torn back, and l felt myself
mstod carried up, up-it seemed to me
Ito the ether of new world. When l
NV sOvered. Rao Singh was bending over
~ ~ the stars were above, life about me.
Ths delight was too much. Iswooned. !"
peter had found himself creeping
-oaror and nearer the edge of his chair
as Wayling's narrative proceeded. At
.So last words, as the speaker sank back
~asr;ng. he bounded impulsively to his
s;de and caught his hand, tears rushing
from his eyes
"Alas, poor fellow, indeed-indeed
.Or mist have suffered" he said bro
ienlv. my word, it was a frightful
ex.reme. And after that, sir? After
that?'
"After that, my identity concealed,
Rao Singh during weary months nursed
me rack to life-nay, to existence only,
AR the charm of living was gone. The
6rst glance in mirror showed me my
black hair grown white as drifteC
snow and Just as changed was all the
world TO me. There was nothing LEFT
ma in life worth living for. l learned
then from Rao's lips how he had beer
disnatched ON q false mission to Eng
land. Cautley having told him the same
was INV wish. But the Hindoo's prefer
naturally acute sense or prescience told
him all was not well, and God willet
bs should reach that newly made gray,
in time to save me. During my loni
illness the thought Of my revenge cam
to me, and I greeted it as would
thirsty traveller a spring of water in
rocky place. How often in my thought
have fed my hungry heart upon sue
a scene as this, when / should stan
face to face with the evil genius VIII
had wrested from me everything!
He clasped his hands upon his knee
and bent scorching gaze on Cautley
bowed head.
"Where is my wife?" he asked.
"Dead this year past" was til
muffled answer.
SIS che so?" sneered Wayling. Gan
who killed her? / know the whol
story. Aye, know how you squandere
in evil living the portion she receive
through my supposed death. L kno'
what her life was with you and how 20
cast her off, for I stood over her VI
marked grave in London's pauper bur.
ing ground the day before l sailed fro
English shores. Say your prayers. Ic
have not an hour to live.
There was groan of mortal terro
and Cautley lifted his face. 1t was
CHASTITY sight. A terror so awful hi
twisted every feature Peter felt his sol
sicken as he looked.
1t was the first time in his happy
lucky life he had stood before the reali
of death like this. 1t was too dellbe
ate, too horrible. He looked at the Hi
doc, who stNod waiting like figure
fate, and, despicable as he knew eau
ley to be, his quick sympathies we
out to him as he fancied himself III
like extremity.
1T is your settled purpose to kill I'll
MANI" he questioned, taking Wayline
arm in an eager grasp. Nay, the
you will not. What will it profit you
take this wretch's life?"
Would you not kill reptile II
stung your" asked Wayling.
"But look at him, debauched, brut'
lied, ragged, the laughing stock OF