The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1904-04-08

uedtH, Auuy-nO brave Fellow could
desire better. A thousand times
| better than to be taken prisoner;
that's the fate man breads And that
reminds me there's, one poor fellow
whose fate may have been that for all
we know. l mean poor Cleland."
Yes, said Adrienne, quickly. She
passed her hand over her lips. 4
| heard something about him. Ned
Tell me what you know
Little enough" said the colonel; 81
wish we knew more. We didn't miss
him until we reached place called
Hudi, that was day before the bat
tie; then we found he had disappeared
| His boys told a cock -andbull story OF
his having been attacked by Il hycna
and instantly after disappearing They
thought the spirit of the animal had
! carried him off. Eut Rayburn had 4
still quccrer story tt tell. 1t seems he
had been up very late the night before,
and had gone out for a stroll down by
the river. AS he approached he saw
Il boat shoot swiftly down. There
were two men in it, and one he was
sure was an Englishman. though he
did not recognize him. He shouted,
but no answer was returned, and the
next minute the boat had disappeared
from view. AS soon as the news got
abroad about Cleand's disappearance
he related what he had seen: but OF
course he gave us no clue. Vanourgh,
| however, told me some time after tina.
Rayburn had limited to him hc--Ray-
| burn-had reason to think C.cand was
rather Il queer customer, and that he
had several times spoken of the injus~
iicc of the English in forcing their
rule upon the Soudanese, who had
I previously been we'll enough satisfied
with that of their own kha!ifa."
1T is a falsehCod." cried Adricnnc,
suddenly. She turned towards he,.
brother face pale as death. in which
her dark eyes burned like two Goals.
Ned. YOU Go not believe such mani
fnst lie?'
The colo-el locked at his sister in
surprise.
i cant say Go, Addy. always
found Cleland Il straight fellow
enough, and he had no reason TO Join
ns if he felt like that The truth is.
had kind of idea Rayburn didn't
like Cleland-was jealous of him. in
1act: but we can only hope the poor
fellow Will turn up all right. He did
not get into Mahmoud's clutches any
t-;n
ifa has got hold of him we shall find
him in the next campaign-wnen we
fall on the khalifa's traces-if he is
still living"
Adriennc drew in her breath a little
pantingly: her hand went swiftly to
her side. Her brother looked at her
anXioUsiy.
iii tell You what it is. Addy--you
must see a doctor. There's a lady
doctor. they say. staying now with
Mr.. CrOmDie. the Scotch clergynan-
you know. She is on her way to Mad
agascar as u medical missionary. Why
hot see her" She comes from Edin-
burgh. l believe. Will you allow me
to send for herr"
Adrienne shook her head, saying she
was all right: but the colonel was not
satisfied.
That very day he invited Mr.. Crom-
bic, his wife and the Scotch lady doe
tor to dine with his sister and himself
in the evening and AGrienne found
herself later on awaiting her guests
in her elegant little drawing room.
When the servant announced them
MIR. and Mrs. Crombie and Doctor
Crawfo:d"- she went forward to re-
ceive them with her usual gracious
sweetness; but her eyes dwelt longest
on the face OF the lady doctor. and
during the evening she found them
again and again wandering to that
pale, pure face, with the expression OF
strange. deep peace stamped forever
upon it.
1t was Margaret Crawford, indeed
Margaret, whom two years of devoted
work, OF unselfish living for others.
had enabled to crush down that old
pain that still lived i'll her heart.
Only few weeks ago she had APP
piled for and obtained the post of
medical missionary in Madagascar,
rendered vacant by the death Of the
holder of it. Mr.. Crombie was an old
acquaintance of Edinburgh days, ana
he had begged Margaret to stay few
weeks with him on her way
And something-ah, that longing
that years could not kill to see once
more Il beloved face, to hear once
. more a dear voice, now lost to her
forever had impelled Margaret to
! yield
She looks noble woman" thought
Adrienne to herself; but there is a
story of suffering behind that face, l
| am sure. She makes nue. think of the
words, somehow, Perfect through
suffering
AT dinner of course the principal
topic OF conversation was the late
campaign, Presently Cleland's name
was mentioned:
4 "Ah. yes, poor fellow! I heard
something of that said Mr.. Crombie.
I'm afraid he. must have fallen into
the hands of the enemy" He turned