Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1899-09-14

VIZ 1880 ~ "h0Hrf 49,
Malcolm; for / swear to you those
who have brought you here, have but
obeyed my commands"
sObeyed you! But why this vio-
lence toward a man who sat yesterday
ut your table, and whom you called
yonr friendg'
II am about to tell you. 1t was to
satisfy your most cherished wish"
My most cherished wish?' repeated
the civilian. II hear you, madame, but
l fail to understand you.'
REST quiet. / will explain. Since
you have been in IndL John Malcolm
since you have assumed the duties OF
civilian for the Precedence of Benares
You have occupied your life in the
pursuit of one idea-''
"And thatg"
WAS this: At any price, and by
any means, you wished to penetrate a
terrible secret, and each day the OBJ
iects of your pursuit eluded you. You
pursued a phantom. The phantom es-
capped you. Is it not true?"
'It is true
swell, knowing your dream, I wished
you to- realize 1t. Tha end so ardently
desired retreated before, you. l wished
lin one ~bound-to lead you to that
end,
'This goal,'' asked the civilian
"what is ity'
.The Sons of Bowhanie. grave god
dess Of murder and determination re-
sumed the princess, these mysterious
Thugs. who have sworn an oath t. eff
face from the dust Of India the foot
prints of the last Englishman: the
Phansigars. cunning as the serpent
and as d~eadly-these are the invisible
foes yoit have sought In vafh. Il am
about to show them to YOU, face to
lace, and not onlys..them, but their
Chiefs and their qusenv w-@f.
John Malcolm was breathless.
an a loud tone. Djella continued:
Here is the Rajah Doorgal Sahib;
here Is Azkbar: here the Fakir Souni-
ancy, here Holcar; here, Djaal; and
last. reigning oyer al, the supreme
mistress-she before Whom all bow.
md who holds all in her hand-I-the
Princess Djellar' l3xG1
"Yohy' cried John Malcolm. "Yougf
sizes, /. That il why yopsare here
.Thanss. madame replied the civil
ian, with the bravery that never de-
serts heroic hearts in n desperate cri-
sis. 'You have given me the light. IL
shall ant be extinguished Now that /
'snow, / shall not forget
ITO remember, one must live.' cried
DJella; ''and your moments are num-
bered.'
II tell you that justsce shall be DONE"
Djella shrugged her shoulders.
.sFooli' she murmured. Fool, who
are about to die and speak OF justice!''
IF rot mine, 1t will be the justice of
God"
ut is u god who commands your
\ DEATH
"And mine who win know how to
avenge it,"
eve defy His vengeance"
"What matters your defiance? When
the day and the hour comes, He Will
know where to strike
"We shall see."
Then, addressing the Hindoos, the
princess added:
Our secrets must he inviolate. Mis-
fortune to whomsoever shall strive to
penetrate the secrets of India! He will
perish, as this man Is about to perish
Children of Bowhanie. do your duty!.'
Two Hindoos Advanced from the
crowd and approached the civilian.
One held q lasso; the other was armed
III ~ E~a
"Ah, accursed onesr' he cried. with
the rage of a brave man cowar1ly as
sailed. II am without arms, but l will
defend myself. l will struggle against
you with my nails. with my teeth, as
struggles the tiger surrounded by jack
als!'
"And. saying these words, John NAL
colin, calling up all his energy. gather
ing together all his forces. knowing
well that he must die. but determining
TO sell life dearly, sprang on the one of
the two Hindoos who held the dagger.
Heroic and vain struggle. The second
Hindoo. throwing the lasso about his
body, deprived him of the use of his
arms and paralyzed his motions.
"Cowards!" he cried-"oh, the cow
ards! the cowards!"
Impassive and naughty, Djella looked
on at this frightful scene.
'sTime passes" she cried, in an impe-
ficus tone. "Strike!.'
The second Hindoo approached Sir
John, whom each second, the lasso
drawn more tightly, rendered more
helpless, not only to defend himself,
but to move, and, thrusting the dagger
full into his breast, he let it stick there.
"Oh, my son! my son. m0aned the
civilian, in his death agony.
All was ended. The point Of the dag
ger had penetrated the heart. A drop
of blood issued from the mouth of the
unhappy father. who fell In the long
grass, whose flexible stems met over
his dead body.
A sudden movement ran through the
spectators to this terrible spectacle,
even rs a field Of wheat Is stirred by
the passing breeze; but this movement
expressed neither horror nor remOrse
1t was the JOY Of victory. What mat