Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1901-12-30

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"Ladu Norcr' ne cried Il, dstonis1lment.
haps you have. have. Butch, hang
1t. nothing is bad enough to make fel-
low commit suicide. and that's what
you seem to be up toll"
at isn't suicide; 1t was an honest bull
let"
Poppy talk! Sophistry! You're in a
bad way, but 1t might have been mend
ed. Now. forget all about that thing
at home, whatever 1t was. Be man;
get well; have another try for the
stakes"
Il was innocent Of any wrongdoing
at home. It was out here went to the
devil. Put your hand in my breast. Do
you feel rubber packet. Cut the
string round my neck. Now open IT"
f wyvil opened the thin package and
produced the photograph OF woman
and little child.
.sYour wife," said he. "She Is lovely.
Now, look here. old man. You're going
back to her"
II can't" said Lawrence hopelessly,
and his voice was weak. let me look.
She was pretty. I'd like to see the boy
once too. You would not think 1t, Wy
VII, but my father and she between
them pushed me of the ladder-sent
me to the devil In the devils land. Give
me some water. feel-I love her yet,
Wyvil.'
Don't try to talk
You will know her. Look on the back
and see IL her name is not there. Then
you will know my real name. But
don't let anybody else"
ut Is too dark here. Let me take 1t
to the light at the door,
he slipped away, and when he came
back q stranger in citizen dress who
had been silently moving among the
prisoners was standing over Lawrence,
who, raised on his elbow, was looking
up at him desperately and deflantly.
you've got me at last" said Law
renee.
II think so. and suppose I have q
claim on you prior to that OF Paul
Kruger" the stranger coolly replied.
you've changed names pretty often Of
late"
whats upY' cried wyvil. coming
back. Excuse me, sir, but my friend
is badly wounded. Even the exertion
Of talking
II think In that case" the stranger
said calmly, II can get an order to have
him removed to the hospital on the
.hill.''
.'You know him then7 Thank you"
'.No," cried the wounded raider. with
violence. "You would have me get
well, youT
"How9 what's the matterY Wyvil
asked.
1.-THE fact is that have warrant
here for the arrest Of your friend, Rob
ert Lawrence. for o murder in JOhan-
nesburg two weeks ago."
Wyvil recoiled from the hand Law
renee held out to him appealingly.
at was in fair fight" he whispered
In despair.
"You win have some difficulty to
prove that" the detective remarked.
II swear II" said Lawrence, and then
as Wyyil held aloof, pale and agitated,
the sick man with q sudden wrench
tore the bandages from his side. and
the wound. rudely opened, bled profuse-
". In an instant Wyyil forgot what
he had Just heard and leaped to render
aid, but the detective was before him.
You go and send for the prison doc
tor" said he, and Wyvil ran. Going to
the door, he was just In time to meet
lady and boy who were being ushered
in. The lady's face was fresh In his
memory, older, but the same-the face
Of the photograph.
LADY Norer' he cried in astonish-
ment as the name on the picture fash
ed to mind. The lady clasped her
hands excitedly and swiftly stepped to
him.
You know meY she said. "But we
have not met? Then you-you know
my husband? oh, take me to him. he
is here, isn't he? We have been ut
Krugersdorp, and he is not among the
poor killed ones. He must be n pris-
oner. Take me at once to him, please"
In his bewilderment Wyvil was al
ready approaching the corner. where
the dexterous detective had already re-
sbandaged the wound. His sight, accus-
toned to the darkness Of the prison,
made clear to him what the wife could
not see-Lawrence, his face oil swathT
ed In cloths, sitting up. staring with
look OF ghastly horror in his eyes. Wv
vii stopped. He and Lady More and
the boy were within Q yard or two OF
the detective and his prey.
"There Is some mistake" said Wyyil
to the wife, but with his look question
ingly on Lawrence. Lawrence's face
said clearly:
sDo not betray mey
II knew you from your photograph.
my lady" Wyvil stammered.
The deteciiye drew back to the wall.
'iMy Photograph! In Africa2 Then
only Sir Robert could have that. He