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

| sbouId be helpless to rid India from
the cursed yoke! No, no.! A nunureu
times. no! 1t shall not be! ! swear ie
by nv ancestors-I swear II py our
gods! 1t shall not be" 80.
"Princess." murmured n 1akir.
s'you are the daughter or
and your mother, the goddess, d1ctates
your words
she makes the blood boil In my
yeins!" answered Djella--"she inspires
me with a holy fury"
"You who know the danger re-
sumed the fakir. What do you COM
mand?'
For an instant Djella recoiled; then,
in place of answering, she put a ques-
ton.
"Fakir." she said, "you are beloved
by the God silva. and he has
Won with his wisdom. In my place,
what should you do!'
IL should strike" unhesitatingly an
swered Souniancy. The life or TINS
man is necessary to us!
"Blood!' murmured the princess;
must it be blood?'
'Yes-foreign blood. accursed blood;
unless that of ouselves and our broth
ers run in streams"
you are right, fakir. The civilian
must der
"When?"
Tomorrow night"
"Where?"
'In the mysterious valley. In the
cemetery Of the elephants, before the
idol of silva, the god"
at shall be done"
'Now." continued Diella-"now that
this man is condemned, tell me his
name"
1t was Djaal who answered.
"Sir John Malcolm, civilian of Be
nares."
"Djella made a 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
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 a hostile attitude.
zone would say, one would believe,
that the Princess Diella 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
himl"
Already Djella had regained her
composure.
sgIfo ,.n him sf che rrfad uyith on
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 doy"
II 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 B~enares?"
Il 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
or litter 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 prime
ess. mo alarm must be given in the
bungalow; and bring us all the papers
that you may find at his house."
I'VE will have the papers as well as
the man." replied Saugor.
1T is well! / 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.
Co."
"Ah, George Malcolmv' murmured
Djella, as soon as she found herself
alone. Tomorrow night my reyenge
beginsr'
CHAPTER XII.
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