The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1901-01-17

OF her. That all happened three days
ago. We had to bury my brother our
selves" Miss Elizabeth's voice CHOKE
ed. The boys managed a kind OF
wooden she'll to lay him in. and they
hurled him under the kopje nearest the
river. What else could we dor" Miss
Elizabeth wrung her hands. Doctor
Rothes. there was no minister to say
a prayer; I had to do 1t myself. Oh.
my poor b~rotheri"
The toni 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 q mo-
ment consolingly on hat II the poor
woman.
Miss Elizabeth, you are q Christ
ian, and you know INT believe that
Gods hand guides all the events of our
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 find
your niece?"
Il have sent Sam again in search OF
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
food and drink enough to last several
days"
(which direction did he take?"
Rothes asked.
He had gone %southwards, toward the
Tugela river. she said.
Then / shall take the other direc-
tion,' said Rothes, standing up Il am
certain il Gerald Moore, as he calls
himself, has carried her off. he has
taken her beyond British territory. I
know thai man, Miss Elizabeth. He Is
a ~scoundrel of the deepest dye!"
What do you know of him?" she
gasped, seizing his arm. ..Oh, God for
bid that my darling should be in the
hands of such a a II he is what o
| say!"
Il knew him in Maritzburg," said
| RotLes briefly. Il learned by chance
what he was, and he knew it, and
hates me for it. He robbed a dead man
at Kimberley. Tint is how he obtain
ed his wealth.
"And, almost worse than that, ne
has been a vile spy in the pay of the
Beers. The Beers despise him; but he
has been of use to them. Now | must
wait no longer. Miss Elizabeth. | must
hurry back to Ladysmith. | cannot
leave my duties there without warning.
But tonight | 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. 1t is He who has put 1t
into your heart to help mel"
He looked at her for a moment.
Words seemed trembling on his lips;
but he checked them and wrung her
hand Instead.
"Good-by, Miss Elizabeth. Take
care of yourself, and make yourself as
comfortable as you can. can ask
you to go to a place where you would
be safer than here. for l wish to find
you when I come back. And | shall
not come back until I have found her.
with Gods help. Good-by, good-by!"
He was gone and Miss Elizabeth
was left alone with her fear and anx-
iety, and only her native servan as
companions.
1t was late that night when Rothes
was able to set out. He struck across
country from Ladysmith, following the
Tugela for some time, then sklrting
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 a hardy and sure-footed
animal; the Zulu rode an equally
sturdy though smaller beast, bare
backed.
ITO be continued.)