Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1902-05-06
r ne z Z and of Ice
TRANSCRIBED BY FLORENCE WARDEN,
House
by the Shore" "A Prince of Darkness )"
copyrighted, 1900, BY rlorsno. warden,

turn Mt the sound of my voice.
Sometimes lost sight of him be-
hind hillocls or bit of struggling
bush; sometimes he was in sight,
still fourishing his whip. always
whether the figure in front Of me
was not, after all, q phantom of my
fevered Imagination, for feyerish I
knew myself to be.
And suddenly stopped. seized with
fear that I hAght in my forlorn state
come suddenly face to face with the
man 1 feared.
began to watch every ffutter461
leaf, to listen for every sound. to be
frightened at the loneliness and the
wildness of the scene. l was ready
to cry aloud for joy when rough
and unkempt Boer, with small cart
drawn by team of mules, came in
sight; and although there was al
ready at that time not much love lost
between Boer and Britain, I made
haste to accost him as soon as he
was within hail.
Full of my fears, my first question
was whether he had seen tall,
broad, dark-skinned Englishman,
such as was able to describe Dick
Mullion to be.
No. He had seen no Englishman
had NO wish to see one; saw as little
of any Of chem as he could. Some
thing to that effect he answered. as
be went on his way, without stopping
for further! questions.
began, to perceive that my
chances oficatching up my own serv-
ant were getting remote, and my
chances offgetting back safely to the
wagon wern scarcely better.
stopped, staggering as did SO
and asked myself what course I
should pursue. The talk with DR.. Null
lion had left me uncertain as to the
stend he would take, If it were to come
to q question of believing his nephew
or me. That Dick was asar felt sure I
that ha It was who had again tried 70
attack me that night I felt equally
certain. Where, then, was to look
for safety?
My most trusted servant I now had
reason to suspect; my old friend, the
doctor, appeared to- be inclined to de-
sert nae, if he had NOT done soalready.
What hope of escape from my enemy,
my mysterious enemy, had I?
| had no revolver or weapon of any
kind about me; Il was at the mercy of
anyone who, in my feeble state, might
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hands were to lind their way to my
thr oat again should be without power
of resistance.
Even rs my reflections reached this
point felt my Embs giving$way. Ihad
just strength enough left to crawl to
the shelter of q thickes, when I fell
down, and lay, aasping and trembling,
in the welcome hit of shade.
Voices, murmuring voices; feel
ing as of being .3borne through the air;
9 delicious SENSE of ease and GOODNESS
and rest, followed by an uncanny, I'm
reasonable, awful fear. These were my
sensations as, without opening my
eyes, presently became conscious,
not only that was no longer alone,
but that the c, pnditionsaroundme were
filtered.
Slowly, pal nfully, opened my eyes,
end became aware thai T was no longer
in the open eair, but that was lying
on small, mprevisedbed in a rough
" whitewashled and not oxer-cleal
room-the SCOT of room, as even then I
knew, wss to be found in the RQer
farmhouses,
It was cool I'M there and quiet, and
yet did not1eeNat eaIe. Turning my
eye fearfully round, not conscious
what it was that maGeme SO uneasy, I
uttered a low cry ofzhSrror.
Leaning over me, with dark frown
on his brows, was th sullen face of
Dick Mullion.