Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1899-09-07

should he helpless to rid India 1rol9
tho cnrsed woke! No, no! A hundreu
times. no! 1t shall not be! l. sMea ~, -.
by my ancestors-1 swear IL ny Jul
gods! 1t shall not be! ..,;,
"Princess." murmured the fakir'
.you are the daughter of BoWnanle,
and your mother, the goddess, dlctates
your words" ,u 3, INV
"She makes the blood boil IN my
yeins!" answered Djella-"she inspires
me with holy fury"
"You who know the danger, IT,
sumed the fakir. "What do you COIL
mand?" .,,o,
For an instant Djella recoiled; then
in place of answering, she put ques-
ton.
"Fakir." she said, "you are beloved
by the God silva. and he has endoWeu
you with his wisdom In my place.
what should you dog
81 should strike" unhesitatingly an
swered Souniancy. "The life of this
man is necessary to u.s.
'Elood!" murmured the princess;
"must it be blood?"
"Yes-foreign blood! accursed Dlooa'
unless that of ouselves and our broth-
ers run in streams!
you are right, fallir. The clVlllah
must die!'
"When?"
Tomorrow night"
"Where?"
"In the mysterious valley. In the
cemetery of the elephants, before the
idol of silva, the god
1T shall be done.'
''Now," continued Djella-"noW that
this man is condemned, tell me his
NAME"
1t was Djaal who answered.
"Sir John Malcolm, civilian of Be
nares.''
"Djella made motion of horror, and
drops of cold perspiraton 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
sengers 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 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 dan
gerous foe, does she wish to spare
him?"
Already Djella had regained her
cOmpOsure.
'"ro spare him?' she cried, with an
ironical shrug Of the shoulders. eco
to, Souniancy! You do not believe your
words. I hesitate so little that will
myself offer up this sacritice!'
She touched the bell.
Princess asked Djaal "what are
you about to do"'
81 call Saugor. Oh, be without anXi-
ety-he may be trusted"
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?"
81 know him.
"And where he lives?"
81 know it,
"Well, tomorrow night let Sir John
Malcolm. bound and garroted, be in
our hands, helpless to defend himself
OF utter a Cry for mercy"
at shall be done, Mistress" an
swered Saugor, as simply as if Djella
had commanded some simple mission.
This is not ALL resumed the prime
ess. "No alarm must be given in the
bungalow; and bring us all the papers
that you may find at his house."
"We will have the papers as we'll as
the man." replied Saugor.
at is well! 1 rely upon you. And
now, messengers of the god and
priests of the sacred work, depart and
assemble our 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.
Coz
"Ah, George Malcolm" murmured
Djella, as soon as she found herself
alone. Tomorrow night my revenge
begins