The Cook County herald., 1904-05-28
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"Then, by the sword of the prophet,
you have chosen your own fate!" ex-
claimed the fierce fanatic He turned
| away from Cleland and uttered a Pc
culiar call.
In answer to it half dozen black
| bearded, fierce-eyed dervishes sprang
as it were from the earth itself-in
reality, out of some of the trenches
near at hand-and came to his slce
Osman uttered his instructions in low,
rapid tones, and two of the tallest and
! strongest, coming forward, laid each
hand under Clelands arm, and led
him forword towards that awful black
thing facing him.
Then he knew that the end had come
at last. Without preparation he was
| to be hurled out of life into the great
Unknown beyond. In five minutes
| more he would be beyond all hope of
| rescue or escape-he would be in eter-
| nifty
Only those who have seen death thus
suddenly near at hand know how dear
life is to all. "The Weariest and most
loathed worldly life" becomes the
most precious of all possessions, be-
cause to lose it is to lose all that we
| have ever been familiar with.
Thus C!eland felt for a moment;
| but it was only for moment.
One thought of Margaret-rare, pale
Margaret, soon to be separated from
him more completely than ever she
had been by the 'unplumbed, salt,
estranging sea"-who might never
even hear of his death; one passion
ate, mute farewell-"Good-by my
love, my one, first and last love. We
shall meet some day, some day, Mar
garet and then his thoughts were
turned to the solemn moment before
him.
My God, I commit myself into Thy
hands. Thou wilt keep me, for have
trusted in Thee The wordless prav-
er in his heart might so have been
translated.
They were at the gallows now. One
OF the dervishes held Cleland, while
the other skilfuliy threw a long strand
OF brown rope into moose. 1t was fin
lshed; he was just about to throw it
over Cle1and's neck, when
A wild shrek broke on the sultry
air, the sound of galloping horses ac-
compenied it; and Cleland, looking up.
saw many-colored flags and banners
Hoatlng on the air. At the same mo-
ment Osmans voice was heard calling
something in Arabic. At the sound
the dervish who held the rope dropped
It, and turned from Cleland with q
scowl.
The next moment Osman himself
approached.
1T is the will of Allah you should
be spared just now,' he said, address,
ing C!eland. Then to the dervishes:
"Take him back to the hut"
But Cleland, unable to stand anv
longer from sheer weakness, had
dropped on the ground. They lifted
MIN up and carried him to the hut.
where he was chained to a huge
stone. Presently he recovered himself
little, and was able to get up to his
| feet.
lhen ne was conscious of a great
noise outside-braying of donkevs.
stamping Of horses feet, the shrill
| cries of Arabs, the sound of camels'
heaVy tread. 1t lasted for about ten
minutes, then suddenly ceased, and
perfect silence succeeded it
1t reigned so lone that Cleland felt
vaguely uneasy. He moved at last
slowly across the hut, and, by push
ing away some of the brushwood was
able to look out.
The place was deserted. There was
not a tent, a donkey, camel, or an
Arab to be seen. He was alone-alone
and chained up like a dog, with little
or no hope of being able to release
himself
Even if he could, what then? He
knew he was at Metemmeh, in the
heart Of the desert, without food or
drink. Even if he were free could he
ever find his way to the British camn?
He had no idea as to where they were.
he had not even heard that they were
again on the move.
Despair came to Cleland: It would
have been better if they had killed him
at once. Swift death was to be pre-
ferred to this fearful thought of diving
inch by inch.
Still. he must do something rather
than lie down in inaction and DESPAIR.
He would try to file away his chain
that bound him.
1t was five days later when the
Anglo-Egyptian troops marche d
through Metemmeh on their south
ward way.
A town of the dead! But, good
heavens! what is that, Reid?" ex-
claimed Colonel Beauchamp, as he
rode by the side of one of his subal-
terms, pointing to the hut. "I could
almost fancy there seems to me some
thing like a man lying there on the
sand!"
A moment later the command
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