The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1903-07-11
CHAPTER VIII.
e is here to ansWer!"


AS the Prince spoke those fateful
words Lille turned and would have
flown to Don's side; but at sight of his
face she stopped short, paralyzed with
amazement or fear or anguish. Which
was it? Had she followed the first i'm
pulse to fly to him and beg him to deny
this vile SANDER, what might Don's an
swer not have been? But he saw her
hesitation and that spasm of conflict
ing emotions which swept her face, and
he strobe forward, like a man who
knows his doom pronounced and goes
Tecklessly to meet it, realizing there is
no escape.
Il have heard, and l will answer"
came his deep, rich tones.
He spoke no other words of greeting
20 his untoward visitor. He looked
neither at him nor his wife, but
straight before him, as if he saw writ
ten there the self-denunciation he was
fated to speak
1T is true that was with Captain
Derwent at the time of DEATH that in
<. moment of passion l had pointed my
is above us, know it was not my
shot, but rebel bullet, which killed
him
AN accomplice, perhaps?" suggested
the Prince, with a sheer.
Lille had spoken no word. She
stood as motionless as one turned to
stone; and though he would not meet
her eyes, Don felt them to be fixed
upon him with an agony that was
harder to bear than the fercest words
of accusation.
"Slr"-Don wheeled round now upon
his adversary, and his voice grew
harder and stronger-"what did tell
you was done in moment of passion
a moment 1 shall regret to my last
hour. l do not know by what means
you have got your information; but to
accuse me of taking his life in cold
blood will not sutherland defy you
to prove his death was by my hand!"
Il have no desire to prove it fur
Their was the contemptuous reply of
the Prince, whose calm complaisance
now was as intense as was Don's hot
passion. II have not the shadow of
doubt I could do so if I chose. My
faithful sepoy, who followed you when
you left Pindi for the camp, and shad-
owed every step you took whilst you
were there. could testify to each word
OF your last converse with Captain
Derwent. He could tell how you de-
clared you would kill both myself and
Captain Derwent sooner than allow
this lady to become my wife,"
He bowed to the motionless Lille.
He could swear that, when Captain.
Derwent repeated his refusal to your
own suit, you deliberately fired your
revolver, and he fell at your feet, cry
ing: For Lilies sake, Gordon, have
"a care!' All that I could prove Can
you deny it,"
For one instant there was tense 81
1ence, then Don's voice came, strained
and hard:
IF your sepoy could prove all this,
why did he not come into camp and
'denounce me before the whole army?
And for what purpose was he follow
ing me from Pindi. may l ask"
You may And the Princes smile
was not a pleasant one to see. "You
must know, Captain Gordon, where one
of our royal house loves, it is not Gus
'tomary for another man to lift his
eyes. My jealousy. Of you was reused,
and my sepoy was sent to watch you
and warn Captain Derwent of my dis
pleasure. AS for your first question,
your movements were a secret with
him alone until he had my sanction
TO divulge them. He will never receive
that sanction, for now, with this I'M
fortunate marriage, my interest in the
subject has waned. You may rest as
'sured you are free to pass as an hon.
>orable soldier for the rest of your nat
rural life
The supreme sarcasm of the Princes
words was lost upon the haggard man
who faced him.
Since you are so generous" said
Don, with some calm scorn in his voice
also, Il fail to see the object of such
SOAAOu VI u0AIy III VI lu6luS dUOuC Ills
this painful and untimely scene"
His tones broke little in spite of
himself. The sight of Lilies immoy-
:able features was killing him.
"My object''-and now Prince Cle-
ment Sing laughed shortly and moved
to the doorway-"my object was mere
ay to bring home your guilt to you,
and to ,humiliate yonder foolish crea-
ture. who might have been a princess,
and has made herself the wife of fei-
on. have the honor to bid you both
sadieu."
''Stay!" Don's voice shook with the
frenzy Of his passion. IT will allow no
man, not even Prince Clement Sing, to
call me by that name! Your sepoy
shall be made to own it as a per-
,jury!" + T.
Find him and prove that, by all
means, if you can," was the sneering
answer; "for who will believe that the
shot to which you have confessed was
mot as he says, the shot which caused
Captain Derwent's death? repeat,