Iowa state bystander. [volume] (Des Moines, Iowa) 1894-1916, 1900-08-31

Of her. That all happened three days
ago. We had to bury my brother our
selves" Miss Elizabeth's voice, chok--
ed. "The boys managed a kind OF
wooden, shell to lay him In, and they
buried him under the kopje nearest the
river. What else could we do?" Miss
Elizabeth wrung her hands. Doctor
Rothes, there was no minister to say
prayer; I had to do it myself. On;
my poor brother!"
The tone of anguish in the poor
lady's voice would have touched a far
more callous heart than Adair Rothes'.
His whole mind was taken up with
Bluebell's fate. and he had far more
reason than Miss Elizabeth to mistrust
Moore. Yet he laid his hand for mo-
ment consolingly on that If the pool
woman. &a#
Miss Elizabeth, you are a Christ
ian, and you know and believe that
Gods hand guides all the events Of oui
lives. Your brother is in His hands
and we know that they are hands Of
infinite wisdom and mercy. We have
the living to think of now. Tell me,
have you done anything more to hna
your niece?"
II have sent Sam again in search OIL
her. He knew the country better than
anyone else, and he has taken Kaiser.
my brothers horse. He went away
yesterday morning, and I gave him
v;, fn Lost cnvprai
days"
(Which direction did he take?"
Rothes asked. &
He had gone southwards, toward the
Tugela river. she said
"Then I shall take the other direc.
tion," said Rothes, standing up. II am
certain If Gerald Moore, as he calls
himself, has carried her of. he has
taken her beyond British territory. ]
know that man, Miss Elizabeth. He Is
scoundrel of the deepest dye!"
What do you know of him?" she
gasped, Selling his arm. "Oh, God for
bid that my darling should be in tha
hands Of such a man, If he is what you
say!"
Il knew him in Maritzburg," said
Rothes briefly. II learned by chance
what he was, and he knew 1t, and
hates me for it. He robbed a dead man
at Kimberley. That is how he obtain.
ed his wealth.
And, almost worse than that, M
has been a vile spy in the pay Of the
Beers. The Beers despise him; but he
has been of use to them. Now I must
wait no longer, Miss Elizabeth. must
hurry back to Ladysmith. l cannot
leave my duties there without warning.
But tonight I shall be on Moore's
track, and, please God, shall find him
yet"
She clasped his hand. weeping.
"You are going to seek for my dar-
ling? Oh, may God bless you and give
you success! It is He who has put ii
into your heart to help mel"
He looked at her for moment,
Words seemed trembling on his lips;
but he checked them and wrung her
hand instead. a a.zs. ..: s5s ;1is4
""GOOQ-Dy, MISS EllZduelu. aho
care of yourself, and make yourself as
comfortable as you can. l can't ask
YOU to go to place where you would
De safer than here. for l wish to find
you when I come back. And | shall
not come back until have found her
with Gods help. Good-by, good-by!"
He was gone, and Miss Elizabeth
was left alone with her fear s>.l anx-
iety, and only her native servants as
companions.
1t was late that night when Rothe:
was able to set out. He struck across
country from Ladysmith, following the
Tugela for some time, then skirting
the mountains. He had brought with
him his native boy, a 1.-the and hardy
little Zulu, who was as clever at fol-
lowing a "spoor" as a red Indian. His
own horse was hardy and sure-footet
animal; the Zulu rode an equally
sturdy though smaller beast, bare
backed.
(To be continued.)