Dakota farmers' leader. (Canton, S.D.) 1890-19??, 1906-03-02
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By WILLARD MACKENZIE

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lively that should she awake n touch
Of a friendly hand might help to reas'
sure her.
Suddenly he felt her hand move in
his. He called to the men to stop, and
bent over her eagerly. She sighed pain
fully and opened her eyes.
For a moment or two they gazed up
at Lorrimore's anxious face with va
cant terror; Their rose from her lips
a fairt cry:
'Jack, my brother, my brother"
Your brother said Lorrimorc.
where Is he?"
She motioned family toward the
wood.
You mean that you left him there:'
said Lord Lorrimore.
Yes" she breathed with pitifuI
eagerncss and anxiety. Take me 10
him. Bring him TO me-"
TWO men went back and COM
mcnced q search. They had no ditf
Guilty in tracking their way through the
bent and crushed underground to the
spot where Sylvia and Neville had
peer surprised and attacked, and there,
lying dead. they found the man Ne
vile had shot. He was a young fell
low of about Neviiie's " age. and
o unlike him.
While he had been examining the
bag he had put on Neville's peajackct.
1t was stained by dust and clay. and
the two vigilants at once recognized it
as a genuine digger's Jacket. They
looked no further, though poor Neville
at that very moment lay hidden in
the thick bush but a few yards from
them.
This is him." said one of the g
this is her brother. Dead as a her
rim. I'm sorry for that poor girl!
Let's take the coat, she'll know If its
his or not, and thatIl settle the mat
ter" .4
They hurried back to where Lori
more and the litter were waiting.
Thinking Sylvia still unconscious, n
of the men held up the coat.
We've found him. SIR he said.
Dead. Here's his coat" '-" @a
Lorrimore put his hand up to stop
them. but it was too late. Sylvia had
heard the awful words, and recognized
the coat. A shudder shook her, and a
faint cry rose from her white lips,
then the hand became still as death in
Lorrimore's.
you've killed her!" he said.
Sylvia was not dead, but the hand
OF death lowered SO nea that Lord
Lorrimore could scarcely tell whether
she lived or not. They placed her
gently in the cart the captain had sent
to meet them, and Lorrimore rode with
her, supporting her head upon his
knee.
In the excitement caused by this
news Of the encounter with the rang.
ers her arrival at the camp was
scarcely noticed. Fortunately the doc
tor was a married man, and she was
carried direct to his tent, where she
received every attention.
Its a case Of collapse" he said
prolonged terror, followed by this
shock caused by the Jews of her
brothers death, has simply stunned
her. Poor girl! Oh, yes. she'll re-
cover; but she will want careful nurs-
ing, and she shall have It,"
He was good as his word, and his
wife, a warm-hearted American. de-
voted herself to the stricken girl as
II she had been her daughter. A week
passed in this way. and one morning
the Doctors wife informed Lord Lori
more that she thought Sylvia was
we'll enough to see him.
Lorrimore entered the tent and
found Sylvia lying in an extemporfzed
armchair made out Of empty boxes,
and his tender heart was touched by
her altered appearance. She held out
her hand-it was white now, alas! in
stead of brown, and looked woefully
thin and long-and he took 1t and sat
down beside her.
II am glad to see you are better"
he said. You have been very iii, /
am afraid"
YES" she said. alphabetically; Il
suppose i. have"
But you are better now, and will
get strong" he said, with the
awkwardness a man always displays
on such occasions.
CHAPTER XIII.
Sylvia had learned OF the part