Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1899-09-21


'Sir George Malcolm"
"At last" cried Sir Edward. doubt
less he brings news of my father"
The crowd parted to allow him free
passage, while, on seeing him, surprise,
which was half terror, was depicted on
every face. In truth, his appearance
was frightful. His hunting clothes in
disorder--the same as he had worn the
preceding evening-formed strange con-
trasts to the costumes of the governors
guests. A livid pallor overspread his
face, whose lines expressed the an
guish of the most poignant grief. His
eyes sparkled with strange fire be-
neath his redeemed eyeIids.
Lord Singleton made a gesture Of ex-
IRENE ~stupefaction. Edward felt n
81 udder pass over him. while his heart
beat madly. A presentiment of great
misfortune overwhelmed him. He
sprang toward George, crying:
"My brother!'
AT this M Djella seized Door
gals hand, and, pressing it with IN
yulsive violence, whispered:
Look at this man, Doorgal-look at
him. What has he learnedg"
"Silence!" answered the rajah. "Con.
troll yourself. You betray YOURSELF"
MY brother-my brother!" repeated
Sir Edward. what news have you,
and why are you so paleT
Agnes, trembling, had thrown her.
self into Hera's arms; but George. not
replying by a word. walked straight to-
ward Lord Singleton.
Pardon, my lord governor" he said,
in a dull, changed tone-"pardon If /
come thus to disturb your fete-if 1
bring mourning into the midst of pleas
ure."
Mourning" echoed Lord Singleton,
while Edward stammered:
what is 1t, brother, that you say?"
George took in his both Edwards
hands.
Call upon your manhood. your cour-
age, dear boy" he answered. you
have great need of both"
George, you terrify me! What terri
BILE thing are you about to disclose to
us?"
"Jehn Malcolm eldest son turned to
Lord Singleton.
Governor Of Benares." he said. 81
! to demand, ut your hands, justice
and ~revenge!'
my God!" sobbed Hera and Agnes.
The princess remained silent, but she
threw upon Dorgal Sahib q glance
which plainly said: HE knows allv'
Justice. Revenge!" repeated the
governor, bewildered.
Yes, my lord"
Justice or whomg"
"For my fatherr'
vengeance against whomg'
Against his murderers!'
A whisper ran through the crowd.
Every voice repeated ~mournfully:
'Sir John Malcolm! Assassinatedv'
Edward, in half-delirium, seized his
brother in both arms, and, forcing him
t turn toward him, spoke, in almost
indistinct and disjointed u~tterance!
George, I have misunderstood you
I have not heard Alright. 1t is not of
II father you speak? He is living
we shall see him again? God would
not permit so monstrouS q crime? l
dream-surely, my brother, I dream, or
my brain has tnrned!'
(, While Hera sobbed:
: Our g~uardian-our friend-dead!"
And Agnes answered:
mo, no! 1t is impossiblev'
In response, George uttered but a sim
gle WOTu.
Look
And, turning toward the direction
from which he came, he accompanied
this word with so terrible and energet-
is a gesture that the crowd parted, as
inpelled by an impetuous and irresisti-
BILE current, leaving a large space free.
through which Lord Singleton's guests
saw a closed palanquin, near which
Stop and Kazil, almost as pale as
George himself, stood motionless.
George slowly traversed the distance
which separated him from it. Every
n was breathless-eyery glance fixed.
Putting his hands upon the curtains,
by an abrupt movement, he parted
them.
A human form, rigid in death, could
be deserted beneath its white covering,
stained with blood.
AS George had parted the curtains, so
he lifted the cloth, and the face OF the
civilian appeared. terrifying and sinis-
ter, with it's open eyes and contracted
mouth.
Look" repeated George '1ook!
This corpse is that Of a just man-that
is all that remains Of Sir John Nal
coim,'
A cry of horror escaped every mouth.
Hera and Agnes fell upon their knees
beside the palanquin, sobs rending
their hearts and sitting their voices.
Edward, overcome by grief. knelt
near them, and, selling one Of the icy
hands of the dead, he covered it with
kisses and tears, murmuring, over and
over:
my poor father-my poor father"
Mute witness Of this heart-rending
scene, Lord Singleton wiped away the
great tears that rolled down his cheeks.
AT last Edward arose, and, advancing
straight to George, said, in a firm
voice:
"And you know the assassinT"
IF l knew him, justice would be
done"
Whom do you ~suspect?"
"As yet, no one;' adding, and adj
dressing himself to Lord Singleton:
my lord governor, in the name OF Eng
land, our common mo.ner, which
makes you brother TO my father. unite
with me in our search for the murder
err
Lord Singleton extended his hand to-