Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1905-04-13
he SOrCerer
Of St. Giles
CHAPTER vIIl.-(cont;nued)
By PROF. WILLIAM H. PECK.

from those whom you tried to stifie
with your deyilish fumes!"
ooh, Lord Genlis, you would be
rich!" shrieked back Sosia. II can
make you as rich as any man in Eng
land. Save my life, and l will make
you master of all my wealth in Lon
don. will share it with you, my lord,
will give you hundred thousand
pounds-golden guineas, my lord"
Rascal, would not trust your faith
again for ten times the sum. Your
life would be an incessant pert to me.
Your very breath would poison mine,
were we thousand miles apart" re-
piled Lord Genlis.
Sosia filed the shaft with incoher-
ent prayers for mercy; but Lord Gen
lis and Bashfort answered him with
SCOTS.
Capt Osred withdrew from the edge
of the pit and sat down upon an old
and heavy wheel, which had once been
part of the well windlass. His heart
panions, and yet merciless enough to
prevent him from speaking a single
word of pity for the wretched sorcer-
er.
MILFORD OsreG loved Helen Beau
clair and was as DESTROYS to be her
husband as he was to be master of her
Inheritance; and he was inscriptions
as regards the means used by others
for the success of his desires.
"The rascal is a long time in losing
his hold,' at length said Lord Genlis,
rising from his recumbent posture;
yet he no longer cries out"
II think he Is dead. my lord re-
piled Bashfort, lowering the torch
still more.
He must have closed his eyes, for
my light shines them no more. Wait,
I will see. Perhaps he has lost his hold
and slipped under the water"
well, what make you out now"
asked lord Genlis, after moment of
silence.
Il see him! His hands are gripped
upon the stones above his head said
Bashfort. "Only his hands, part of his
arms and his head are above the wa
ter. He seems to be resting one side
of his face upon a jutting stone. Why,
he must be dead, and the fierceness of
his death-grip alone holds him to the
stones"
5 Make sure that he is dead Let the
fame of your torch scorch his face
and hands" commanded Lord Genlis.
'sWell?'
Il have, my lord. / swung the flame
into and against his hands. They do
not relax their hold. He is dead" re-
piled Bashfort, now rising to his feet.
All, dreadful DEATH" thought
Clarence Darrell. And vet I can but
rejoice that Zeno Sesia is not alive to
prevent my rescue of Helen from
these men. In losing him as their ally
they have lost a man more feared by
me than I fear these three combined
"You are sure the rescal of wiz
ard is dead?" asked Lord Genlis of
Bashfort
"Of course. I know he is dead!
Would. not a live man have shrunk
from the pain of fire? He died cling
ing to the stones, my lord. Why, /
have often seen a body that had been
dead for days clinging with the death
clutch to spar, or timber or rope,
that had failed to save it's life. Dead?
OF course he is dead, and his body
may not drop from it's hold till 1t rots
away, or till the rats devour it. And
by my soul am glad we are rid of
him so securely" said Bashfort.
Then we will do what we can to
bury him." remarked Lord Genlis,
grimly, and looking about him.
ITO bury him. my lord! How in the
name of all that is impossible are we
to get his body out of that?' exclaimed
Bashfort. pointing at the pit.
We will not get the body out" re-
piled Lord Genlis. 1--WE will bury it
where 1t is. Come. shall fear that
the vile thing will crawl up, even
dead. unless<we heap something upon
1T. Stand aside, MILFORD, he added to
Capt. Osred, who obeyed instantly.
This is to begin with" continued
Lord Genlis.
And dragging to the edge of the
opening the heavy iron-rimmed wheel.
upon which he had been sitting. he
gave it furious thrust with his foot.
The great wheel. nearly half the cir.
cumberence Of the we'll shaft, toppled
over into the pit, and was heard to
splash as 1t struck the water far be.
low; and the mouth Of the shaft seem.
ed to emit q smothered roar as the
noise Of the concussion below doomed
up.
What smell IS this?" said Lord Gen.
lis, shifting at the air. s.Brimstone or
sulphur
Burnt hair. replied Bashfort. grin.
ming. q tell you, the fame Of nv
torch singed his hair and beard. He
was already dead
s nevertheless, we must make sure.
Lower your torch again. Let us see
Il that wheel broke his dsath.grip,.
Again Bashfort threw himself upon
his breast and lowered the torch by
means OF the twine. IS .
Well r asked Lord Genlis.
ss Re has Disappeared the vince,
also. reDlfed BashfOrt no "a x,,,<,a