Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1899-09-07

should be helpless to rid India from
tbe cursed yoke! No, no! A hundred
times no.! 1t shall not be! ] swear IL
hv my ancestorS-I swear 1t by 0ur
gods! 1t shall not 5e!'
princess" murmured the fakir.
..vou are the daughter Of Bowhanie,
ana your mother, the goddess, dictates
your words"
veins" answered DJella-"sne INSPIRES
me with n holy fury"
.You VITO know the danger, re-
sumed the fakir. What do you COM
mand?"
For an instant Djella recoiled; then,
i'm place of answering, she put a ques-
ton.
..Fakir." she said. "you are beloved
by the God silva. and he has endowed
YOU with his wisdom. In my place,
what should You do.
II should strike" unhesitatingly an
swered Souniancy. 'The life of this
man Is necessary TO us.'
1Bloodr' murmured the princess;
"must il be blood?'
'Yes-foreign blood! accused blood;
unless that of ouselves and our broth
ers run in streams.'
You are right, fakir. The CIVILIAN
must die!"
"WhenT'
Tomorrow night"
"Where?"
ain the mysterious valley. In the
cemetery of the elephants, before the
idol of silva, the god
'It shall be done.''
Now" continued Djelia-"now that
this man is condemned, tell me his
name"
1t was Djaal who answered.
"Sir John Malcolm, civilian of Be
Mares"
.'Djella made q motion of horror, and
drops of cold perspiration started from
her brow.
John Malcolm!' she murmured,
with involuntary terror-"John NAL
| colin. his father!'
The emotion was too great to escape
the keen penetration of the four mes
o The fakir Souniancy. avail
ing himself of the privilege which gave
him the reputation Of being the init
mate friend Of the god silva, assumed
almost a hostile attitude.
zone would say, one would believe,
that the Princess Djella is troubled!'
he cried, fixing upon her his glaring
eyes. "Now that the princess knows
the name of our implacable and dam
gerous foe, does she wish to spare
him?'
Already Della had regained her
composure.
$40 spare him?" she cried, with an
ironical shrug of the shoulders. go
to, Souniancy! You do not believe your.
words. l hesitate so little that l will
myself offer up this sacrificed"
She touched the bell.
Princess" asked Djaal. "what are
you about TO doT"
II call Saugor. Oh. be without anxi-
ety-he may be trustedn'
The gigantic Hindoo, at this moment,
appeared.
Listen to me, Saugor," continued
the princess, land remember each
word. You know Sir John Malcolm.
civilian of Benares?"
Il know him."
"And where he llves?'
IL know it,"
Well, tomorrow night let Sir John
Malcolm, bound and garroted, be in
u hands, helpless to defend himself
or utter a cry for mercy"
1T shall be done, Mistress an
swered Saugor, as simply as If Djella
had commanded some simple mission.
This is not ALL" resumed the primo
ess. mo alarm must be given in the
bungalow; and bring us all the papers
that you may find at his house,
w will have the papers as well as
the man." replied Saugor.
1T is well! l rely upon you. And
now, messengers of the god and
priests Of the sacred work, depart and
assemble u brothers. Tomorrow, in
the cemetery Of the elephants. at the
stroke OF midnight, they shall see how
the Queen Of the Phansigars and the
Thugs respects and makes respected
the Society of the Sons of Bowhanie.
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"Ah, George Malcolmw murmured
Djella, as soon as she found herself
alone. Tomorrow night my revenge
beginsr!'
CHAPTER Mi.
Twenty-four hours later, and In ODE