The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1903-02-13

Of her. That all happened three day,
ago. We had to bury my brother our
selves" Miss Elizabeth's Voice ehok
ed. 1.-THE boys managed q kind o
wooden shell to lay him in, and the,
buried him under the kopjs nearest tn,
river. What else could we do?" Miss
Elizabeth wrung her hands. doctor
Rothes, there was no minister to sa,
a prayer; l had to do it myself. Oh
my poor brother!"
The tone Of anguish In the poor
lady's voice would have touched a fal
more callous heart than Adair RotheE'
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 a mo-
ment consolingly on that il the poor
woman.
Miss Elizabeth, you are q Christ
ian, and you know and believe that
Gods hand guides all the events OF our
lives. Your brother is in His hands,
and we know hat they are hands OF
infinite wisdom and mercy. We have
IA AiNlI6 " lAiAh VI AOW. 1Sll INC,
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 l gave him
food and drink enough to last several
days"
Which direction did he take?"
Rothes asked.
He had gone s~outhwards, toward the
Tugela river. she said.
Then l shall take the other direc-
tion," said Rothes, standing up. Il am
certain if Gerald Moore, as he calls
himself, has carried her off, he has
taken her beyond British territory. I
know that man, Miss Elizabeth. He is
a 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 the
hands of such a man, If he is what you
say!"
Il knew him in Maritzburg," said
Rothes briefly. Il learned by chance
what he was, and he knew it, and
hates me for it. He robbed a dead nan
at Kimberley. That 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. l must
hurry back to Ladysmith. l cannot
leave my duties there without warning.
But tonight l shall be on Moore's
track, and, please God. l shall find him
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 it
into your heart to help mel"
He looked at her for a moment.
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
cOmIOrtaDle as you can. l can't ask
you to go to a place where you would
safer than here. for l wish to find
you when l come back. And l shall
aot come back until l have found her,
with Gods help. Good-by. good-by!"
He was gone, and Miss Elizabeth
vas left alone with her fear and anx-
ETY., and only her native servants as
1t was late hat night when Rothes
vas able to set out. He struck across
from L~adysmith, following the
for some time, then skirting
he mountains. He had brought with
his native boy. a 1.-the and hardy
Zulu. who was as clever at fol-
owing a "spoor'' as a red Indian. His
horse was a hardy and sure-footed
the Zulu rode an equally
turdy though smaller beast, bare
lacked.
(To be continued.)