Rocky Ford enterprise., 1900-09-14

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death. Addy-ao brave fellow could
desire better. 4 thousand times
better than TO be taken prisoner:
that's the fate man breads And that
reminds mo there's ono poor fellow
whose fate may have been thLs Tor all
We know. ! mean poor cieiand.''
"fes:" said Adrienne. quickly. She
passed her hand over her lips. II
heard something abou, him. Ned.
Tell mo what you know"
Little enough" said tho colonel: -
wish ~s knew more. We dian't miss
him until ~e reached a place called
Hudi. that was . day before tho bat
tie: then VIC found he had disappeared.
His boys told . cock k-snd-bui story of
his having been attacked by a hysna.
and Instantly after disappcarinx. Thsy
thought the spirit Of tho animal had
carried him on. But RAyburn had
stiil quecrer story to tell. II seems hs
had been up very late the night before.
and had gone out for stroll down by
the river. As he approached he saw
. boat shoot swiftly down. Thsr-
we're two men In Il. and ono he was
SURE was an Ensiishman. though hs
did not recognize him. Hs shouted.
but NO answer was returned. and tho
next minute the boat had disappeared
from view. As soon a. the news go,
abroad about cieiand's disappearance
he related what he had seen: but OF
course he gave Us no clue. vanbursh.
however. told me some time after tina;
In haA htassA -, ka-
burn-had reason to think clc!and was
rather . queer customer. and that he
had several times spoken Of the injus.
ticc Of the English In forcing their
rule upon the Soudanes~. who had
previously been well enough satisfied
with that Of their own KhAiifa.''
1T IL . faisehood!" cried Adrienne.
suddenly. She turned towards her
brother . face pale as death. In which
her dark eyes burned like two Goals.
Ned. you do not believe such . mani
fest Lief"
The colonel looked At his sister In
surprise.
II can't say do. Addy. l always
found Cicland n straight fellow
enough. and he had no reason to Join
US II he felt like that. The truth Is.
had kind OF idea Rayburn didn't
like Ciciand-was Jealous Of him. In
fact: but We can only hope the poor
fellow will turn up all right. He did
not get into Mahmoud's clutches. any
how, that Is certain: and II the Khal-
ifa has got hold OF him we shall find
him in the next campaign-when We
L..
still living"
Adriennc drew In her breath n little
pantIngiy; her hand went swiftly to
her side. Her brother looked at her
anxiously.
"I1l tell you what II Is. Addy-rou
must see doctor. There's n lady
doctor. they say. staying now with
MIR. Crombie, the Scotch clergyman.
you know. She is on her way to Mad
agascar rs a medical missionary. Why
not SEQ her? She comes from Edin-
to send for herr"
Adrienne shook her head. saying she
was all right: but the colonel was not
satisfied.
That very day he invited Mr.. Crom-
bic, his wife and the Scotch lady doc
tor to dine with his sister and himself
in the evening and Adrienne found
herself later on awaiting her guests
in her elegant little drawing room.
When the servant announced them
MIR, and Mrs. Crombe and Doctor
Crawford"-she went forward to re-
ceive them with her usual gracious
t,a Jxa
on the face of the lady doctor, and
during the evening she found them
again and again wandering to that
pale, pure face, with the expression or
strange, deep peace stamped forever
upon 1t.
1t was Margaret Crawford. indeed
Margaret, whom two years OF devoted
work. of unselfish living for others.
had enabled to crush down that old
main that still lived in her heart.
Only a few weeks ago she had ap-'
plied for and obtained the post OF
medical missionary in Madagascar.
rendered vacant by the death OF the
holder of 1t. Mr.. Crombie was an old
acquaintance of Edinburgh days, ana
he had begged Margaret to stay rev
weeks with him on her way.
And something-ah. that longing
that years could not kill to see once
more a beloved face. to hear once
more a dear voice. now lost TO her
forever-had impelled Margaret 10
yield.
"She looks noble woman thought
Adrienne to herself; but there is
story of suffering behind that race
am sure. She makes me think OF the
words. somehow. Perfect through
suffering"
At dinner of course the principal
tonic of conversation was the late
campaign. Presently Clelands name