You Alls Doins. (Lexington, Okla.), Vol. 2, No. 27, Ed. 1 Thursday, August 30, 1900 Page: 3 of 8
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CHAPTER VII.—(Continued.')
"You are a spy," said the Khalifa,
looking from under lient brows at Cle-
land, as the dervishes paused, "and
spies have but one fate with me!" He
turned to the two dervishes. "Take
him out and hang him behind the za-
reba."
"Surely you will at least allow me
to say a word in my own defense'.'
exclaimed Cleland. Life is dear to all.
and though Paul Cleland was ready
to die in just warfare, as all brave,
loyal British subjects are, yet this con-
demnation to the most ignominious
and ignoble of deaths, wholly unde-
served it v:as, sent a chill of horror
through him. "I am no spy. and it is
my misfortune that I am here to-
night. If you will allow me to explain
how I came to be so I shall be under
debt of gratitude to your Excellency."
The Khalifa again waved his hand.
"Hien, as well as he could on account
of his imperfect knowledge of the lan-
guage, Cleland briefly related what
had passed since he lost himself in the
jungle, only keeping back, of course,
all mention of Rayburn's treachery.
The Khalifa listened in silence.
When Cleland had finished he turned
to the dervishes and said something
in a low voice; then turning ftguin to
Cleland, he bowed.
"They will take you where you can
rest to-night, and bring you something
♦ o eat and drink. In the moruing we
shall talk asain of this."
Cleland would have thanked him;
but, with one wave of his hand, the
Khalifa peremptorily stopped him.
Ho had again to follow his fierce-
looking guides. They led him into a
small hut, whose sole furniture con-
sisted of a mat on the floor and a
boat's skin; then, disappearing, re-
turned with some dried apricots and
dates and a little water. These they
left on the floor, and then, without
another word, withdrew. Cleland
tried to swallow the water; but his
mouth was so parched with the heat
and dust that it was some time before
he could do so.
He got no sleep that night. The
hut was dirty, dark, and hot as an
oven; it was, moreover, swarming with
llies.
He felt faint with exhaustion and
feverish with heat. He hardly dared
think of what fate might lie before
him; but he was able to commit him-
self to the God in whom he trusted
with all his heart, and that brought
peace and corr.l'ort to his mind.
lie \yas summoned early the next
morning to the Khalifa, who lay in
the same position on his mat, as if he
had never moved from it.
"You may not be a spy," he said,
"but you are an infidel. Ours is the
only true religion. Great is God. and
Mohammed is His prophet! Behold
what great things we have already ac-
complished through Him. Reuouno
your faith, become a Moslem and one
of us, and I promise you your lifa
shall be spared!"
"Not for anything that you can give
me shall 1 renouce my faith." an-
swered Cleland quietly, but without
hesitation. "I shall choose death
even the most ignominious of deaths
rather! You must choose another
price, Excellency."
"None other, by the beard of the
prophet!" exclaimed the Khalifa, his
deep tones vibrating with wrath. "On
no other condition shall your worth-
less life be spared but that. If you
refuse, by the great name, you shall
hang on the nearest tree'
Cleland bowed gravely.
"If it must be, it must be, Khalifa.
I can die, even a criminal's death, like
a man, I hope; but I cannot renounce
my faith like a traitor!"
"Take him away!" cried the Khali-
fa, wrathfully.
The two dervishes came forward and
led him away, to what fate Cleland
could not tell.
were over. "This climate is begin-
ning to tell upen you. You must take
a trip home, and remain there during
the summer months."
Adrienne shook her head, her lips
quivering.
"It is nothing, Ned; I have been a
little upset, that is all. We women,
who stay at home and don't share
all the excitement and glory of the
enterprise, are apt to get a little de-
pressed and anxious over the results
of it. And war is a terrible thing at
best. There are^always some bra\ e
fellows left behind when you march
away with the glory of triumph from
the battlefield."
"Ay, that is true," said the colonel,
sighing a little; "but it is a glorious
death, Addy—no brave fellow could
desire a better. A thousand times
better than to be taken prisoner;
that's the fate a man dreads. And that
reminds me there's one poor fellow
whose fate may have been that for all
we know. I mean poor Cleland."
"Yes?" said Adrienne, quickly. She
passed her hand over her lips. "I
I heard something about him, Ned.
Tell me what you know."
"Little enough," said the colonel; "I
wis!) we knew more. We didn't miss
him until we reached a place called
Hudi, that was a day before the bat-
tle; then we found he had disappeared.
His boys told a cock-and-bull story of
his having been attacked by a hyena,
and instantly after disappearing. They
thought the spirit of the animal had
carried him off. But Rayburn had a
still queerer story to tell. It 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
a 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 Cleland's disappearance
he related whAt he had seen; but of
course he gave us no clue. Vanburgh,
however,, told me some time after that
Rayburn had hinted to him he—Ray-
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CHAPTER VIII
Adrienne Breynton sat alone in her
dainty boudoir. It was July now, and
the dead season in Cairo. Shepheard's
was deserted. No longer gay English
and American tourists made the ball
rooms and the verandas ring with
their chatter and laughter.
Adrienne's beautiful face was pal^r
than usual. She looked like one who
had received a heavy blow. So, in-
deed, she had. Adrienr.e did not con-
ceal the truth from herself.
Only a week ago the Anglo-Egypt-
• ian troops, flushed and triumphant
with their victory at Atbara, had
marched into Cairo to the sound of
victorious music, blaring trumpets and
.screaming pipes. The colonel, Adri-
enne's brother, had come to her for
congratulation, and had found her like
a ghost, pale and wan.
"You are 111, Adrienne," he sai l,
anxiously, when the tirst greetings
burn—had reason to think Cleland was
rather a queer customer, and that he
| had several times spoken of the injus-
! tice of the English in forcing their
| rule upon the Soudanese, who had
j previously been well enough satisfied
with that of their own Khalifa."
"It is a falsehood!" cried Adrienne,
suddenly. She turned towards her
brother a face pale as death, in which
her dark eyes burned like two coals.
"Ned. you do not believe such a mani-
fest lie?"
The colonel looked at his sister in
surprise.
"I can't say I uc, Addy. I always
found Cleland a straight fellow
enough, and he had no reason to join
us if he felt like that. The truth is, 1
had a kind of idea Rayburn didn't
like Cleland—was jealous of him, in
fact; but we can only hope the poor
fellow will turn up all right. He did
not get into Malimoud's clutches, any-
how. that is certain; and if the Khal-
ifa has got hold of him we shall find
him in the next campaigu—when we
fall on the Khalifa's traces—if he is
still living."
Adrienne drew in her breath a little
pantingly; her hand went swiftly to
her side. Her brother looked at her
anxiously.
"I'll tell you what it is, Addy—you
must see a doctor. There's a lady
doctor, they say, staying now with
Mr. Crombie, the Scotch clergyman,
you know. She is on her way to Mad-
agascar as a medical missionary. Why
not see her? She comes from Edin-
burgh, I believe. Will you allow me
to send for her?"
Adrleqne shook her head, saying she
was all right; but the colonel was not
satisfied.
That very day he invited Mr. Crom-
bie. his wife and the Scotch lady doc-
tor to dine with his sister and himself
in the evening and Adrienne found
herself later on awaiting her guests
in her elegant little drawing room.
When the servant announced them
—"Mr. and Mrs. Crombie and Doctor
Crawford"—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.
It was Margaret Crawford, indeed—
Margaret, whom two years of devoted
work, of unselfish living for others,
had enabled to crush down that o'.d
pain that still lived in her heart.
Only a few weeks ago she had ap-
plied for and obtained the post of
medical missionary in Madagascar,
rendered vacant by the death of the
l.older of it. Mr. Crombie was an old
acquaintance of Edinburgh days, ana
he had begged Margaret to stay a few
weeks with him on her way.
And something—ah, that longing
th^t years could not kill to see once
more a beloved face, to hear once
more a dear voice, now lost to her
forever—had impelled Margaret to
yield.
"She looks a noble woman," thought
Adrienne to herself; "but there is a
story of suffering behind that face. I
am sure. She makes me 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.
"Ah, yes. poor fellow! 1 heard
something of that.' said Mr. Crombie.
"I'm afraid he must have fallen into
the hands of the enemy." He turned
suddenly to Margaret. "By the by.
did you ever meet Dr. Paul Cleland in
Edinburgh, Doctor Crawford? 1 fancy
you must have done so."
Adrienna's eyes had fixed themselves
on Margaret's face.
She saw the strange expression that
leaped into those dark gray eyes- one
of mingled pain, apprehension and
dread.
"Yes, I met him." she answered, In
her soft tones, with their slightly
Scotch accent. "What about him?
The colonel briefly rehearsed all that
there was to tell. Adrienne, glancing
surreptitiously at Margaret, could see
the expression of terrible anguish
slowly gathering in the girl's eyes, and
to herself Adrienne said: "She loves
him! Oh, how blind I have been! He
had never eyes for any woman but
those that told of friendship—no, not
even for me, although I tried hard to
persuade myself he had. And now 1
can understand why—he loved her,
and for some reason they were
parted."
So these two women sat through the
two hours of dinner, each living
through a lifetime of agony, while out-
wardly they had to preserve the calm
and self-possessed demeanor that so-
cial conventionalism demauds of the
well-bred.
In the drawing room Adrienne found
herself alone for a little with Marga-
ret, and, feeling she might never have
another opportunity, she made a des-
perate attempt to yluuge into the sub
ject.
"I know Dr. Cleland very well." she
said quite suddenly, taking a seat near
her companion, but her own face was
partly in shadow. "We were, in fact
very good friends. It seems to me a
terrible thing that nothing should be
done to rescue him. if that is possible.
1 feel sure he has been betrayed into
the hands of the enemy."
Margaret's dark eyes looked long
and strangely Into the beautiful face.
After a long pause she spoke.
"Is there nothing we could do, Mrs.
Breynton?"
Adrienne started. The words had
seemed to her like an echo of her own
I thoughts. At that moment there was
\ the sound of a step upou the stairs.
"We cannot talk of it now," said
| Adrienne hurriedly; "but you are his
i friend. Doctor Crawford?"
"I am his friend," Margaret mur-
mured. in a low voice.
"Then, will you come and see me
to-morrow evening? said Ardienne,
bending a little nearer. "I 1 feel as
if I should like you to be my friend.
Doctor Crawford, too. I have not
many out here. Will you?"
She stretched out her hand a beau-
tiful white hand, flashing with dia-
monds. Margaret extended hers—one
almost as white, but a stronger, more
helpful hand—such a hand as one toss-
ing on a feverish pillow might ha\e
desired to have upon his burning
head. No riugs glittered on it.
So the two women so strangely met.
each carrying a sad secret in her heart
on which the name of the same man
was written, clasped hands in a friend
ship that was only to be sealed—if
either had known it—by death itself.
The next morning a hurried message
came for Mrs. Breyton. it was from
the hospital, and from the principal
doctor there.
"Major Rayburn was brought in
here last night," the message ran,
"and is sinking fa3t today. He calls
for you continually. It is a case ot
acute typhoid. If you are not afraid,
come at once; no time to be lost."
Adrienne went.
She hardly recognized Philip Ray-
burn's in the ghastly face whose hol-
low eyes sought hers as she ap-
proached him.
At sight of It all Adrienne's anger
and bitterness seemed to fade away.
She was in that presence which stills
forever all angry earthly passions and
enmities.
(To be continued.)
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A Chinese Minister.
Sir Chi Chen Lo Feng Lull, the Chi-
nese minister to London, has been the
most prominent figure among the Chi-
nese diplomats in the West since the
trouble began at Pekln. It is believed
that Lo Eeng has been used as a kind
of clearing house by the Chinese gov-
ernment in dealing with its ministers
abroad. Messages and decrees have
SIR CllI CHEN LO FENG LUH.
been sent to the other ministers
through the London legation.
Burke-Roche.
A 'Veep Mystery.
What has happened to James Booth-
by Burke-Roche, member of the Brit-
ish parliament for Kerry? Is he fight-
ing the Boxers in
China, is he pros-
pecting in the
Klondike, or has
he been foully
dealt with
killed by accident?
None of Mr.
Roche's friends in
New York or
Washington c a n
answer these ques-
tions, and the M.
P.'s baggage has
been stored away by the proprietor of
Holland House, New York, pending
the clearing up of the mystery. Mr.
Roche registered at the Holland House
in April from London. He left there
about May 15, saying he would soon
return, ar.d leaving orders that his
room be not disturbed. Since then lie
has never been heard from.
She Snubbed Astor.
The Duchess of Buccleuch, who was
the first of the English aristocracy to
administer the irrevocable cut to Wil-
liam Waldorf Astor, was the lady who
first befriended the former American
in his efforts to edge himself into the
royal set in London. She is the dear
friend, of the Prince and Princess ot
Wales, and is the arbitre.-s of fashion
for all London. The duchess, it is
said, was liberally paid by Mr. Astor
Gen. Miles' \7niform.
The new uniform of lieutenant-gen-
eral, which has been built after designs
made by Gen. Miles himself, promises
to create a reform in Europe which
will bring the old-style military dress
of high rank up-to-date. Gen. Miles'
new regimentals are something to
shame the antique styles of the conti-
nent and Great Britain.
While abroad the American com-
mander was impressed by th# coats
worn by various officers in the impe-
rial army of Rus-
sia. On his return
he set to work
mentally to invent
a uniform for his
own wear. The
concrete result is a
noble creation of
the art of the mili-
tary tailor. The
coat Is of a rich
dark blue material,
illuminated with
triple rows of but-
tons. There are
collars and cuffs of
dark blue velvet,
and the cuffs are .
Gen. Miles in New
three inches ;n ,,
, _, Uniform,
depth. There are
gold epaulets, with solid cres-
cents, bearing three stars in-
stead of two, as under the old regime.
The shoulder straps, of dark blue, are
four inches long, bordered with gold
embroidery, and on each strap are three
stars embroidered in silver. In select-
ing his headgear and that of his staff
Gen. Miles has followed the Russian
fashion, and on great occasions he will
wear the cap which, in Europe, seems
to be the symbol of a great and ter-
rible power. The illustration is after
a photograph recently taken.
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Maj or Von Madai.
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A World I'nto Themselvi**.
The people of the southern Appa-
lachian mountains number about 2,-
000,000, their descent being from the
Scotch-Irish. French Huguenots, Eng-
lish, and Germans. They have long
been in these mountains since long be-
fore the revolution. They love their
homes, and mingle but little with the
outside world.
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DI'CHESS OF IU'CCLEUCIL
for her patronage, and there is no
question but that she gave qui ! pro
quo. The outrageous insult to Sii
Berkeley Milne, however, wiped out
the money obligation, ana siie joined
heartily with royalty when royalty
pronounced the doom of the nob from
New York. The duchess before her
marriage in 1K84 was the Lady Jane
Hamilton, third daughter of the first
Duke of Amercorn. She is u • tress of
robes to Queen Victoria.
command of the first German
marine battalioin. it was to him that
Emperor William addressed his fa-
mous "no quarter" speech.
A T)uk.e.
Duke Charles Edward of Albany,
now the Duke of Saxe-Coburg and
Gotha. is the son of the late Prince
Leopold, youngest son of Queen Vic-
toria. L e o p O 1 d
died in 1884, three
months before the
birth of his son.
The mother before
her marriage Uy'
Prince Leopold j
was the Princess!
Helen of Wald-^.
neek-Pyrmont, sIs-^fI
ter of tic QWmWF"/
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Prince Leopold Duke of Albany.
was far removed
from the throne of Saxe-Coburg and
Gotlia until the death last year of the
crown prince of the realm and the sol-
emn abdication of all his rights by the
Duke of Connaught, Victoria's third
son. The new ruler is 16 years old.
and during his minority the rcgencv
will he held by Prince Ernest of
Hohenlohe-Langenberg, a son-in law
of the late Prince Alfred.
I mpro-Vement Is JVecdcd.
Although we lead the world in ag-
gregate wheat production, in yield per
acre we are far behind the most en-
lightened countries of Europe, and
stand next in order, and but little
above the average attained by the
JVelv German Craiser. j ^"^bje ,.vot of ind!a or the but late
The new German cruise? \\ ittel- '
bach w ;!1 1'" built, as > > <isis; Iron ship,
and will have stateroom- ;\>r sixty-
five squadron st.it' officers. The crew-
will nuinir lijo. I ho o. t of the :i ;w
ship is estimated at 23,360.000 marks
($5,321,080), 16,0.10,000 ($,1)02,700) for
building and machinery, 710,000 ($108,-
dSO) 'or torpedo attachments, and
5,000,000 ($1,190,00) for artillery. 1 he
ship is to he | '.it in!o cc .niJssioti
April 1 1002
ly emanciated serf of Russia. Al-
though we make millions of pounds of
t.ie b< st butter and cheese in the world
we still expend time and energy in
producing tons of stuff hardly worthy
the name of butter. V ■ st'.ll ha\e to
build up our reputation in many mat-
•kets where it has suffered by the ttn-
scrupulousness oi some ot our tarm-
ers and shippers. - International
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