The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1906-10-27

are doing lot Of service. It It wasn't
Tor their correspondents and kilograms
We should be out in the dark. They
play into the hands of our side every
day." ! Z
The other grunted, whether in satis-
faction or Indifference it would be
hard to say. ,
1T all fights for u.s." he said, grimly;
"the powers Of heaven, and the Eng
lish arrogance and stupidity. So far
1t has been our victory, and il it goes
so 1t will be ours to the end. The gen.
era1 will be glad to welcome you and
learn your news, friend. It will be of
use to him."
The horseman was resentful of the
earnest gaze of the other. He felt un-
easy under it's steady spell. When
one has learnt to dodge the world one
does not take with kindness a stare of
curiosity which may mean discovery.
what are you looking at?" he de-
manded, a trifle roughly. "You seem
to think there's something about me
worth looking at
1T is because of a curious likeness" !"
returned the other, with tranquility.
'You are so like the spy who is to be
shot tomorrow morning down away
yonder"-he jerked his thumb over hia
shoulder in the direction of the town
below thern-:that at first thought it
must be he"
What spy?" Bayerstock lost color
slightly. 1t was not comfortable to
hear that one of ones own calling has
met with the common misfortune
which threatens the trade. II don't
know what you are talking Of; for a
moment he thought it was thrust at
his own occupation.
"A man named Winstanley-an Eng.
lish oficer-he was caught three days
ago. He had d secret dispatches on him
very important. He was trying to
get them through to Ladysmith. He
was tried this morning, and he's, to be
shot at dawn. You are so like him that
you might be his brother. Is. he any
relation Of. yours" .- :.
'@No,, confound hint" It was hard to
say what upset him-the shock Of the
news or the suggestion that there
might be relationship. *He deserves
1t, anyhow, with a furtive glance into
the imperturbable face of the other
for any hint Of a thought. that there
In Err.
land, lots of us look like each other.
There's nothing in that" I;
>'This likeness is so remarkable
well, that happens often enough,
too. He's no kin Of mine, tell you, so
you needn't hammer on at it. sha'n't
| have to wear mourning for him.
With that grim pleasantly he put
spurs to his weary horse and rode on
over the slope, down toward the camp
nestled in the sheltered hollow below.
He looked unmoved, and he even
whistled, but his heart within him was
in a whirl. Captain Winstanley
doomed to die by the death that hung
above his own head deaily, hourly,
like the sword Of Damocles! Never to
go back to the girl down at Wynberg;
the girl he had held in his own arms
that night at Government House! Nev-
er to have her tell him she loved him
and press her soft brown head against
him, as it had once been pressed
against his own heart. He was to die
the death of traitor, and she-she
would not be mis- any more. Then there
came the memory:of her face in the
moonlight, and her voice Of pleading,
as she begged him for her: sake. He
had promised he would do what he
alone could do, in giving back Win.
stanley's honor to him. Now it could
be of little use to make him the pres
ent, if his life: were taken instead.
If his life were taken; the life that
was priced by the girl down at Wyn-
berg! Would she break her heart
when the news came to her, and she
knew what had come to pass? If she
knew of his doom, would she cry to
himself to save him, as she had i'm
plored him to clear the shadow from
his name? He rode on, thoughtfully
and sullenly, to the cam p in the hol-
low below. The thin blue smoke that
curled from the Uncovered huts hard
ly stirred in the air, it was so light and
so silent. ~One would have said there
could be nothing but peace down there.
And yet a man had been tried for his
life to-day, and that life was to go out
like quenched spark at to.morrow's
dawn. 1t was not death that moved
Baverstock's compunction-he had
seen enough of it since he came to
South Africa, and his feelings were
never delicate-but there was some.
thing about the death of this man that
had a strange trouble for him. +. :"
=. It. was the man whom he himself
had injured more surely and more
deeply than he had ever injured any
man, and the man who had been inno-
cent of all offence to him. Baverstock
had never minded when he got the, bet
ter Of an enemy, even if it were to that
enemys total loss He had killed ID
man before now, but 1T: had always
been in q fight when his passion was
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