Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1899-09-14

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ward the entrance to the cemetery.
The light of the noon could not PEN
citrate through the high, narrow defile,
but as the little group entered the
plain, bursting from behind a cloud, 1t
revealed to them.a scene of strange and
weird grandeur; it's white rays dis
| closing the huge masses Of bone, the
dark background of rock, and the gro
tesque and hideous idol rising conspic-
uously in the midst.
Mounting one Of the steps leading to
the image. George examined it careful
ly. Kazil shuddered at what appeared
to him a sacrilegious act, and expecting
TO see lightning flash from the gods
eyes and a destroying fire from his
mouth. But his master descended un
harmed, and directed his steps toward
of the skeletons, to study nearer
the highly-poiished bone.
KaZil separated himself at a little
distance, and walked slowly and aim
lessly, brushing his feet along the high
grass, his gaze fixed on the ground.
Suddenly he stopped abruptly. A
shudder ran through his limbs, and ne
made a movement backward with man.
ifest terror.
Then. c%onquering his emotion, by
strength of will, he returned, leaned
over and parted the grass with his two
hands. only to spring erect, utterilg a
terrible cry, in which anguish and hor-
ror together mingled.
"What is the matter?" cried George
Malcolm, Fastening toward him.
"A boa CONSTRUCTOR" stammered Stop,
In terrible fright; "a black panther, a
leopard or a fierce tiger! We are lost.
Let us saw ourselves!"
In saying which the valet would have
taken refuge in flight, but terror paral-
yzed him. He sank helpless on a rock.
Not without some impatience, George
addressed KaZil a second time:
answer me, child-what is it?"
"a corpse buried in the grass" an
swered the young HiDdoo, gravely.
"a corpseg' repeated George.
"Yes, master"
"Kazil knelt by the body, and drew
from the wound an Indian dagger,
whose bloody blade he carefully exam
med under the light of the moon. Suo
denly a violent and new emotion was
depicted on his ~countenance, and he
murmured:
"a dagger marked with the symbol
Of the goddess. 1t is the Sons of Bow
hanie who have struck this blow!"
At this moment a black cloud passed
over the moons face. George took the
torch from the hands Of the Hindoo
who was near him, and, bending beside
Kazil. exclaimed:
"Let us look!'
Shielding the light, he held it where
it might fall upon the CHASTITY form;
| but instantly he bounded back; the
torch fell from his hand to the ground,
It's flame extinguished, while a cry, or
rather a wall of agony burst from his
breast. Breathless and painting, he
muttered to himself these words:
mo, no! 1t is q dream. an illusion,
an Internal lie! / have seen blindly! l
am a fool! This form, these features!
If Il should be / have seen Alright! My
Godi MY God! on my knees / pray
you to remove this phantom from me!
1t is impossible! 1t is not true--it
would be too horrible."
Master, master, what is the mat
tert' asked KaZil, who saw, but could
not understand, George Malcolm's APP
parent madness.
Stop was no longer seated on the
| stone. Kneeling and grooming, he called
1 upOn Ill l4c SdlAtS " DIOtNNt hilh.
The moon ~reappeared between two
| clouds. and let its clear light fall full
up5n the corpse. George averted his
head, as If to avoid some frightful Wis
ion.
81 wish to look again, and I dare
| not.' he stammered. II wish to see it
| once more, out I have not the cour-
| agev Then, selling Kazil's arm, he
L arfaI. sT nnR unrI EayiIf Ran6 ami
| look! You do not recognize this
| corpse? In the name Of the living
{ God, answer me quickly! Tell me you
do not recognize it,"
Kazil obediently leaned over and
looked upon the CHASTITY face; his eyes
suddenly dilated, his face becoming liv-
id. as, in a voice which no longer sound
ed like his own, he cried:
"Sir John M~alcolm-Sir John Nal
colm.''
George threw himself on his knees
beside the body, sobbing.
my father! 1t is my father"
kazil, his face bathed In tears, muir
INJURED, despairingly:
MY benefactor-my savior! They
have killed him, and they are my broth
ers!"
! George. stretched upon the ground,
now clasped his father in his arms,
and leaning against his breast, tried In
vain to revive him, while he wiped the
last drop Of blood from the open mouth
of the wound. He kissed his face, his
hands. His grief, in it's terrible
strength, would have moved to pity the
heart of a tiger, or even a votary Of
Bowhanie. Through his tears and sobs
he murinured:
MY father, stabbed to the heart
my poor father, bloody, lifeless! He
can't hear, he cannot see me. His eyes
are forever closed and his voice forev-
err hushed! With all my strength, /
loved him. So much happiness / had
hoped for, and it Is death that meets
mer"
His face appeared OF marble, whose
lines were rigid under n mask Of liyid
pallor; his eyes, dried by nn inner
fame, no longer wept; his parched
mouth expressed an energetic purpose.
He had been kneeling. He rose.
"Let this helpless weakness be BAN
isledv' he exclaimed. his voice regain