The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1902-09-19
By II. S.
CHAPTER V.-(Continued.)

CHAPTER V.-(Continued.)
"Then listen! This is a part of the
story of Russell Maude, as we know it.
Understand that Glynn was not to
blame for his being here, for these
things came to us after his arrival. In
fact, they came to me and, beyond ac-
quainting Glynn with them, I have said
nothing. / suppose that we are the
only two men in America who know
them:
Russell Maude's family is excellent
ly well known and excellently well
thought of all through the middle
shires. My family knows his family;
his family knows the Glynn's. He was
educated at Harrow and Sandhurst and
upon graduation obtained a cornetcy
in the Light Cavalry. His regiment
was stationed in London for two
years. doing duty at public functions.
He was a handsome and brilliant fell
low, with a considerable income in his
own right, all doors were open to him
and he went the pace. He was not a
drunkard and not specially a liber-
tine, but a fiercer gambler never looked
across the green cloth. At the end Of
the W years he was ruined. He mar
ried Emily Stone, daughter of a rich
brewer. She brought him many thou
sands Of pounds and at her fathers
death-she was an only child-many
thousands MORE. In the three follow
ing years his troop was in the prov
inces, but eve in the smaller cities
within his reach he managed to get
rid Of the money at a fearful rate.
They had no children. His nights
were passed at the gaming table; she
did as she pleased with her own. She
came to be known as a neglected wife,
fond of mild Irritation. but nothing
serious was ever alleged against her
and I don't believe there was any
harm in her. l think she was a good
woman"
Allyn paused and wiped his perspir-
ing forehead, picked up his sombrero,
turned 1t aimlessly about, put it down
and went on:
THE Thirteenth Light Cavalry.
which had come to be known by that
time as the Devils Own was ordered
to India. more to get it out Of harms
way than for any other reason. Maude
and his wife went with it. In Cal
cutta, in Bombay and In the hills the
pace was kept up. The smash came at
Simla. Maude was mixed up in some
racing transaction Of which we have
never had the rights. There was much
feeling against him and he sold out.
He disappeared, going down the coun-
try alone. His wife waited for his re-
little soul, and then died, the doctors
said of q decline and her friends said OF
q broken heart. Remember that all OF
this happened when l was a boy and
what / am telling you Is hearsay with
me. He may have had some justifica-
ton Of which we do not know"
II understand" said Lois, "go on"
"Maude was next heard of in Bur-
NAH In the service Of Thebaw. He was
Master of the Elephants. or something,
and drilled the niggers. You know that
we English drift all over the world
and it is hard for q man Of a good
strain to keep himself hidden. He left
Burmah, for no reason that is known
and for three years was out of sight
utterly. His family thought him dead.
Then there began to come from the
interior frontier of Algiers rumors of
an Englishman who headed a preda-
tory band Of Arabs. Some said his
men were Arabs; some said they
were Moriscan Riffs; anyhow, there
was no doubt that he had them and
that they were fatal to For
four years they kept their section of
the Sahara in terror. The French
government sent one or two expeditions
against them and these blacks, led as
they were, fought like fiends. The
Frenchmen had nothing the better of
the encounters. There was a wOman
with them, an Egyptian. yellow as gold,
but Of great beauty. It was said that
she was the Englishman's wife. 1t was
said also that he abused her. That
may, or may not, be. It Is certain,
however, that the retreat of the band
was betrayed by her to French troops
and that the band was cut to pieces.
Their leader was wounded slightly
and captured, after a desperate resist
ance, in which he pistolled two Of his
assailants. He fought so gamely, in
fact, that the French, romantic fellows
at best, rather liked him and instead
Of shooting him then and there they
put him on a camel and started to
Algiers, intending to try him and shoot
him according to law.
snow. riding with the French was
q g~lobe-trotting fellow who had gone
out to see the fun. His name was
Francis Chetwynd and he was an M.
r. from Yorkshire. He had been much
In London society some years before.
He talked a good deal with the pris-
oner, finding that he was English,
and finally, on the principle that
blood is thicker than water, slipped
him a pen-knife. That night the cap
tive disappeared, nor have the French
or Algiers seen him from that day to
this.