The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1903-06-09
The PURPLE GOD. !;
BY WILLIAM MURRAY GRAYDON. Copyright, 1903.
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fusiliers and rlfemen, who were pur.
suing body of sepoys down narrow
street off tho Chandney Choke
Tho opportunity for this diversion arose
from the fact that the hitherto uncheck-
ed advance OF the column along the main
avenue OF Delhi had been temporarily
stopped by the great mosque, the Jummi
Musjid, which opposed front of bullet
proof screens and bristllng cannon.
"Remember. Cnwnporel No quarter"
The cry rang flercey as tho pursuers
overlook the fugitlvns. who had blum
| dered into cul de sac formed by three
| walls. There was sharp fight Tor
couple OF minutes. with the losses not
all one-sidcd, and pistol and steel we're
kept busy. Then the only survivor OF
the rebels, an elderly Hindoo, fell to his
knees and begged for mercy.
Spare my life Estcourt-sahib,' he
cried, land I will repay you'll"
Estcourt withheld the deadly stroke
he had been about to deal and glancing
sharply at the covering wretch, he re-
cognized a certain Ram Das, merchant
OF Jhalapur, who business had frequently
brought to Rampoora In tho past.
mo mercy for carrion like you'll" he
cried.
II will buy my life, sahb-'
What do you mean?"
your sister"
What Of herr"
"She Is nlvc!"
"My God!" Estcourt exclaimed hoarse-
ly. IF you are lying, you dog
By Holy Mother Gunga, 1t Is the
truth" protested Ram Das. "The mem-
sahb is prisoner In Chandra Slngh's
house. close by. and though she is to
be slain by the kings orders as soon as
tho city Is taken, there may yet be time
to save her"
For a moment everything swan diz2ily
before Estcourt's eyes. Then he turned
speechless with emotion, to Captain Rae.
OF the Bengal Fuslliers. The officer had
heard and understood.
you can count on me-" no said, in,
stanty. 'I'll come with you, and bring
a file OF my men,.
Quick! Quick!' he cried. Lead the
way! If you tell the truth, Ram Das,
your life will be spared But, by Heavens.
II you have deceived me, I'll hack you to.
pieces by inches"
CHAPTER .>xyII.
THE PURPLE GOD.
Jack had not deceived himself. His
SUDDEN conviction was correct, and that
which he feared had actually happened.
Only too true was the terrible thought
that stirred him to desperate fury, and
made him strike down with unerring hand
his right to pass up the stairs. For after
the assassination OF tho Hindoo merchant
Joel Spanish had lost not n moment In
hurryjng to the palace. where he pro-
cured duplicate order for tho execution
Of the ferlnghee GIRL
He was aided IN this by Raghava, to,
whom he told plausible lie to account
for the disappearance OF the original war.
rant. There was some slight delay-the
king was in a state OF collapse that morn.
ing-and then the precious pair betook
themselves with all speed to Chandra
sngh's house, knowing that hut little
time remained for the commission OF the
bloody deed.
Though the sun had not yet risen. It
was then fully daylight. and more than
twenty minutes had elapsed since the en-;
try OF the British troops through the
Cawnpore gate.
In her luxurious sleeping chamber, with
its ivory bed and walls Of dazzling white
chuman. which was the Inner one OF the
two lofty apartments she had occupied
since her arrival In Delhi. Madge Est
court was standing by the latticed win
dow that opened on the balcony. She had
spent restless night, with brief snatches
OF slumber. and the sound of battle that
ushered in the dawn seemed to her por.
tent OF the fate that her enemies mad
assured her was Inevitable.
moved to pity By her white, sad face,
as she watched the whlrlwtnd Of dust
and smoke lowering over the city and
listened to the clamor from thousands
and artillery. The woman Zeenut paced
the floor dlstractedly, the words OF com
fort that she wished to utter freezing
on her lips. She was devoted to her
Young mistress, but she saw little hope
of saving her unless the unexpected should
happen. ,.,
"The English soldiers are surely with
in the walls" exclaimed the girl. turn
ing away from the window and wrihg' ns
near. But they will BIO too late, Ieenut'
Joel Spanish is relentless. He Will keep
his sworn word.
"Ah. it he would only come! But that
"Hush," whispered zeenut; some one
approaches now"
Continued to-morrow.)
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