The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-02-19

~ whom ne seemed 10 nave peculiar
nate, the avenging hate, doubtless, for
the man whose power over the people
he had up to now been unable to break
once, twice, right and left, the stout lad
succeeded in striking straight with his
huge fists. Each blow told like that of
a butchers ak, and each sent a victim
10 the ground, but over them leaped
score, and closed with the New Eng
lander. He had a last vision or Sir
Roger with the heavy golden snake
sweeping, scythe like, the field before
MIN, only to be overpowered, and then
Oziel was crushed beneath a swarm of
howling demons. He gave himself up
Tor lost; he expected each moment to
feel the prick of a knife, or be strangled
at the throat. He painted for breath,
heaving his great chest against the
black mass which was upon it; his eyes
filled with blood, and in one instant all
the past rushed in a swift panorama
across his brain. He saw the harbor of
Boston, and Justin in the boat, laughing
Lynch. with his courtly voice, enticing
his friend, and Marian weeping, and a
swift wave of despair rushed over him that
he had failed to keep his promise to the
girl and keep the boy from harm. Mar
ian's tears! They were his last thought,
and then consciousness left him for a lit
tie while as he felt himself borne from
ZIG tCAliASs NOS5tb vi the shoulders Oh the
bowling mob
When he again found breath he was
bound with tough roots of vines, hand
and foot. The savages had carried him
swiftly round the shore of the lake and
he saw that he was on that point of land,
where the dance of the previous night
had taken place. Sir Roger was being
swept along by his side speaking, out
with a voice that was drowned in the
gaVfng nh
tanned his serpent staff. To the rude altar
which stood on the very edge of the prom
ontory above the lake, the cap
tives were carried and cast upon it, and
then there was a pause and a great cry
ing cut and runnig to and fro, while the
helpless victims struggled on the stone.
In the midst of il, Oziel was aware Of
tall man pushing through the crowd, and
DiXey Lynch stood over him. The rogues
face was broad with a big grin of mali
cious triumph, and he leered upon the
puritan. He was painting with excitement,
yet even in that moment he seized a chance
to tauut the lad.
How now, my saucy turnip grower"
he cried, will you Interfere again in the
affairs OF gentlemen! My good Donnereau
has most happily provided for you Twas
a merry thought to lay you here for sport
for his black friends. But what message
Mistress Maran?"
"Jastin.' cried the hopeless Ozlel 'gIave
yolI----''ss ..asat,a@.a.
"Justinp' said Dixey Lynch. You need
think nc more of Justin. my meddlesonle
Puritan? His part is not yet finished.
shall l tell you what his future will *?
Donne1eau hes arranged Cor him as vel
as Yod. Good Donneread, you will notice,
has great influence in these parts. JUS
II 1.
life here as high priest to Obi until, like
old Sir Roger here, his virtue leaves him
and the mark of the snake dies out, when
he will ike as not, be sacrificed for yet
another. IT'S the fate of rulers of the peo-
pie Oziel, and you are lucky TO be spared
these caprices of fortune"
"You villains! o, you villains. These
superstitious savages with all their hide
Gus practices are Christians placed by
your
Dxey Lynch stepped up to the PROSTATE
lad with the cruel snarl of complete ma
lignance. He raised his hand and struck
Oziel hard in the mouth.
That" said he, 'for your too free
tongue now" He smote him again and
again THAT for calling me once to my
face liar and for all your virtuous med
ding and bullheaded obstinacy in coming
where you were not sought"
Oziel helplessly struggled, with bleeding
mouth. to resist, and Sir Roger cried out:
II know you, Lynch, your bloody mutt
neer and pirate!''
ave. aye, Sir Roger So your memo
nv ana wit are backl May they do you
much good, for they come, l fear late
in the dayp
II am not gone yet" cried the ole priest
maDfulIy and struggling so thar he gained
xrfi lp1 xuh
my boy?'
At that moment Donnereau rushed an
eriIv M and seized Lynch by the arm.
Now. among the negroes there appeared
| discord and argument. They were talking
wildly among themselves, and some were
| eveinp lynch most angrily. By the woods
| STOOD Gabriel Murrin with his men, ner-
vouslv watching, ignored by Lynch and
Donnereau. and, by his attitude and shak-
| ing limbs, in panic as to what part ne
was to play in this strange scene Above
ALL the skies were red ana threatehins'
and the thunder rolled in the mountains,
and hut that they were too occupied to
| notice the erath quivered fretfully.
sWhere Is the lad?" cried Donnereau.
"TJe must be here He is their priest:
thew have accepted him, and already they
murnur because he delays in this sacri-
| fee"
Even Lynch blanched.
"By all the devilsw he cried You black
demon. it's his own father!'
A great shout went up from the crowd
of blacks. An old man was talking to
them at the top of his voice, and shaking
a spear at the white men.
"Do YOU see?" cried Donnereau. Bring
the bow. and let them see the mark on his
brow. and force him to do his part The
old witIess priest has friends among them,
and by all the snakes in Africa, their
! blood passion may be turned on you your
self If YOU do not hurry. I can do no
more. Where is this JUSTIN
an the Jungle. bound" cried Lynch by
the mogul, il there be no other way to
Stake these devils thirst, let it be.
placed him out of the road on purpose, but
| Non Dade and / will fetch him. His own
| fatherl Donnereau--"
"Fetch himr screamed the black man,
now demouiacal with excitement and sus-
nense and Lynch dashed into the woods.
Sir Roger was on his knees. With an
effort that purpied his face he got TO his
feet and wrenched his arms free. Stoop-
| ING he seized the jeweled serpent and