The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1900-02-18

ferrous detective had already rebandaged
| the woutnd. His sight, accustomed to the
| darkness of the prison, made clear to him
what the wife could not see--Daw rence,
| his face all swathed in cloths, sitting
| up. starring with look of ghastly horror
| in his eyes. Wyvil stopped. He and
| Lady More and the boy were within a
! yard or two Of the detective and his prey.
There is some mistake" said Wyvii
| to the wife, but with his look question
| ingly on Lawrence. I4awrence's face
said clearly:
do not betray me.'
II knew you from your photograph,
| my lady" Wyvil stammered.
|. The detective drew back TO the wall.
"Ny photograph? In Africa? Then
only Sir Robert could have that. he
must have shown it to you. y, do
please take me to him.
Wyvil was wet with perspiration. He
looked imploringy at the eyes between
the bloody clothes. And again these an
swered:
mo. Do not betray me-
Lady More mistook Wyvil's hesitation.
II understand" She said. you know
my husband, and-and he may have
told YOU about-about what occurred
long ago. He may not wish to meet me
and he is right. But that is forgotten.
He was innocent. want to see him.,
| take me to him at once TO ask his par
| don"
The wounded man dropped back with
groan.
TOO late--too late" he moaned, in an
extremity of agony.
| What was that? Who said thatT
cried the wife, in fear.
| The detective stepped forward and
| bowed.
Il had the honor to meet you at Vry-
burg, my lady," he said, speaking to
her but keeping his gaze on his pris-
oners face, land also was looking for
a-friend who was in the battle. This
is he, but he is badly wounded, and is
perhaps a little off his head
The raiders hand stole out unseen
and touched the detectives leg. Thank
YOU" the raiders lips murmured.
Il thought am rather worn QUIT
knew the voice." said the wife, in tears.
20, sir,' she cried again to Wyva, have
| pity and take me to my husband"
| Poor Wyvil was in distress. He knew
not what to do. Again the detective
| felt his trouser touched. He bent down.
and caught the agonized whisper Of the
prisoner: Tell her anything to send
her away--she must not know"
The detective turned with perfect
equanimity to the lady.
Pardon me, my lady" said he, but
heard you mention Sir Robert just
| now-Sir Robert Nore?'
Yes, yes! DO you know him? He Is
here, is he not?"
The detective shook his head.
You have been misinformed," said he
quietly ''Sir Robert is--dead,"
She threw up her hands, and her lips
opened but no cry came. The boy
clung to her, weeping.
II knew him very we'll" the detective
went on relentlessly. HE went under
the name Of Noble-Thomas Noble. He
was killed. fighting bravely. in the last
! Kaffir outbreak in the north Of the
| Transvaal. You can find his name In the
list of killed here in Pretoria. He had
no friends here, but i think his grave Is
marked There can be no mistake,
think. This was he" f
He proceeded to. faithfully describe the
! prisoner at his feet.
II am afraid, my dear lady said he,
that you have been misled by some re-
! semblance. He cannot be here"
She had the strength left to look over
| all the prisoners, but found no Sir Rob
ert SO, at last. believing the kindly lac.
/ she was carried away. swoOning.
Thank you," said the prisoner again
| to the undisturbed detective. BE kind
once more Do not send me to the hos
pital. Let it-end-here."
II must do my duty" said the detec-
/ tive.
Over the grave Of an utterly unknown
exile on the sunbrowned veldt stands a
shaft to the memory Of Sir Robert More.
| In a disgraced grave lie the forgotten
remains of the outcast of divers names.
"Rob Peter to ray Paul." That is
what they do who take stimulants for
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