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CHAPTER XXX—(Continued.) “Who will prevent my doing so?” re “You will employ force, then?” “I shall not hesitate, You are my prisoner!” “Then, quences!” he exc voice. His terrible and justifiable anger re- vealed to him the princess no longer as a woman, but as a wild beast. He wore his hunting costume, and, speaking, he drew from his belt 1b hunting knife and uplifted it to strike, But the princess had foreseen this motion, and, spri ing back, she cried: “Help, Saugor! itly the doors flew back ped upon Edward, : his furious resistance, within a moment he was disarmed and overcome, “Ah, wretches!” he cried. “Cow- ards! bandits! Will no one rescue me from your hands, no one come to my relie! madame, take the conse- Jaimed, in a strange one!” coldly answered Djella. gor lifted him to his feet, power- nd with his hands bound behind ek, : neess Djella!’ he ey imed, with all the scorn that filled his soul, “you are infamous!” Saugor, guard your You will answer for prisoner well. him with your life. “Mistress,” murmured Saugor, show- ing the ropes with which he was about to bind young Malcolm’s limbs, “unless he has wings he cannot escape.” “Yes, these bonds are solid, but they are not sufficient. I command you not to lose sight of him for a moment. Ir he tries to escape, kill him!” ress,” replied Saugor, “I will Djella took a step toward the door, then paused. “Edward Malcolm,” she said, terday. driven from your doo you not adieu, but au rev terday, I tell you au rev And she went out, murmuring: “The feast that I have promised to the Prirce of Hyderabad soon will be- gin.” Meantime, the day wore to its close, The princess had offered to the pre- tended rajah a splendid repast, after which they had adjourned to the ter- race, which extended between the pal- ace and the gardens. George Malcolm had so _ perfectly played his role that neither the princ- ess nor Doorgal suspected for an in- stant that they were the dupes of a bold and skillful comedian. A considerable crowd now gathered about them, composed not only of the s and guards, but many of the s of natives who lived upon es of the princess, and who were attracted by an irresistible curi- osity. George Malcolm, Doorgal and Djella were half-reclining upon cushions. The two men smoked in silence. Djella ap- peared preoccupied. Stop (or Benton as we know him) stood some four feet distant from his master, with the im- mobility of an ebony statue. Suddenly, a sort of feeble whistling, like the call of a night-bird, made it- self heard. Doubtless, the sound ind:- cated to the princess that her com- mands had been executed, for, imme- diately lifting herself up, she said, in an imperious voice: “et the guards suffer all to draw near.” The guards dispersed themselves among the crowd, who, like the tor- rent whom the broken dam ceases to hold, rushed upon the portions of the terrace hitherto preserved. “Children of Bowhanie!” exclaimed Djella, “listen to me, all of you, for I have great news to announce to you.” A profound silence followed her words. “The mysterious chief predicted by our prophets,” she continued, “the em- issary of the goddess, has appeared in India‘” A sort of ‘shudder convulsed the crowd, who repeated, with the accent of the most exalted religious fanati- cism: “The emissary of the goddess!” “Bowhanie entrusted her veil and her ring,” pursued Djella, “to him whose presence among us. will render us invincible.” “The veil and the ring!” murmured George. “Kazil was right.” “So.” Djella went on, “to-morrow night, at the minute that the star Kali will shine aboye the highest summit of the mountains, the chiefs of the great work will reunite in the valley, in the Cemetery of the Elephants, at the foor of the statue of Siva, god of evil.” “They will be there.” smoke a voice fvem the crowd—that of the fakir. “It is there that our brothers will re- ceive supreme commands fer th» eral extermination,” continued tke princess. “And will obey,” “yes- I told answered Sounian- lesires our safety,” said Geerge “I new krow the place ot Some confused words. were inter- changed in the crowd. By a gesture, Djella commanded silence, and silence was re-established as by enchantment. Again the princess spoke: s “This is not all. The protection of Bowhanie, visibly, is extended over us. The most powerful of native princes, the Rajah of Hyderabad, my distin- guished and revered guest, allies him- self to us to accomplish the holy work. In exchange for his benefits, the god- dess expects our homage; and I am about to offer some victims as a worthy sacrifice. One is before you, and in good time I will show you the other.” And, signing to Saugor, who stood in the front rank of the crowd, he in turn, commanded, and the natives who surrounded him drew ba revealing Edward Malcolm, bound as a criminal about to be led to execution. George had risen. He felt his blood freeze in his veins, and drops of per- spiration—the sweat of anguish and of agony—-dampen his temple: Superhuman strength needed not to cry out, y brother!” in this first moment of stupor and despair. He turned toward Stop, who, with open mouth, fixed upon Sir Edward his frightened eyes, and, by a look, rautioned him to prudence. “Now,” ordered tke princess, “Let hem bring the captives! Prince of Hyderabad, look! Look, Doorgal Sa- hib!” “The captiv repeated George. “Oh, my God! If it were— I tremble! This suspense is worse than death!” His uncertainty was of short dura- tion. Djella appeared, preceding a group of valets and slaves, who, divid- ing, showed in their midst Agnes and Hera, pale, disheveled and clothed in white. “Oh, my presentiment!’ murmured George—“mmy presentiment!” At sight of the young girls, the mask of stoi¢ism which Edward had as- sumed, suddenly A dull groan burst from his lip nd, while strug- gling to break his cords, he cried: fell. ng his voice, Hera raised her aiming in despair: dd! It. is Edward, a prison- “Bound!” added, Agnes. Both tried to approach him, but a hedge of bayonets surrounded them and forced theni to draw back. Edward's fury, so long restrained, now reached its culmination, “Miserable bandits!” he exclaimed, his lips white with foam; “may the justice of God and England crush and overthrow you!” George slowly ad- vanced toward his brother. When he was sufliciently near almost to touch him, he raised his sword, and, in an imperious veice uttered these word: “Be silent, Englishman—be silent!” ou are one of those on violently continued “My curse upon you!” Low, rapidly, and not disguising his voice, as he had done until now, George murmured: “Do not say another word, and leave it to me to save you!” rd’s eyes dilated. “ brother!” he stammered; my brother infamous Edward. “it is ilence id George. ‘Then, after a last gesture of scorn and threatening, he returned to his place beside Djella and Doorgal Sahib. While this passed, Hera, extending toward her. guards supplicating hands, besought them, ‘mid her sobs: “In heaven’s name, have pity on me --in heaven’s name, let me pass! Ed- ward calls me, and I long to go to him. Why are we prisoners?) What will you do with us?” “You wish to know?” asked Djella, leaving her cushions and making a step toward the sisters, who instantly lost all hope. “Saugor,” she said, ex- tending her hand toward the monu- shade of the cypress trees, “let the sep- ulchre be opened!” = Saugor vanished to carry out the or- ler. A shudder of horror passed over the people. “Doorgal Sahib,” she added, “when I promise I always fulfill. One of these young girls—she whom you love—is yours. Take her! I give her to you! To the other, I give the tomb!” “The tomb!” repeated the natives, stupefied. “Ah, it is too terrible!” muttered George to himself. “But what can I do? What can I do? To defend them, is it not to destroy them?” “Buried alive!” cried Hera. “So young, and yet to die this horrible death! My God! my God! Do not abandon me!” Agnes clasped her in her arms, ex- claiming: “My sister—my darling sister—noth- ing can separate us!” Edward felt his reason deserting him. He struggled in his bonds with- out result, save to make his blood flow freely from his self-inflicted wounds. Saugor now opened the bronze door of the sepulchre. Night slowly had fallen. The moon rose above the horizon. The yalets had. lighted the.torches, whose rea, wavering rays mournfully illumined the terrible scene. * In.a clear, ringing voice, Djella re- commanded: “Let my orders and those of the god- dess be executed!” An abrupt movement on the part of Agnes divided the guard pressed about her. Throwing herself at the feet of the princess, she cried: “Madame, you will not thus kill my sister. She hes never offended you. You will take pity on my tears! You will pardon—” “Agnes.” Said Hera, proudly. “you well knew this woman is inflexible. I forbid you to entreat for me!” But Agnes, unheeding, went on; “I kneel to you, madame! I kiss your hands! I invoke you. as one invokes the All-Powerful! Pardon, madame, net for me, but for her! Strike me, but spare her! If you must have a vic- tim, take me! I am ready to die! In- vent for me new tortures, but let her live—let her live!” Gecrge had thrust one of his hands within his breast. His nails tore his flesh, “To assist at this scene,” he said to himself, “and keep silent! It is horri- ble! My strength is almost gone. Yet for them—for them I must be strong!” Saugor had returned upon the ter- race, Djella signed -him to approach. “Let them be separated,” she said to him, “and my orders be obeyed!” CHAPTER XXXI. Saugor made a gesture. Instantly a gigantic Hindoo seized upon Hera, and tearing her from Agnes’ arms, bore her toward the sepulchre, in spite of her resistance and heart-rending cries. Stop could not contain -himself. “Rogues! scoundrels! rascals!’ he muttered, between his teeth. George seized his wrist, saying to him, eagerly: “In God’s name, silence!” “My sister—my sister! Give me back my sister!” cried Agnes, in her parox- ysm of anguish and despair, struggling with the slaves who surrounded and paralyzed her movements. “Adieu, Agnes!’ sobbed Hera. to my death! Edward, adieu! shall meet again in heaven!” Hadward, frantic, exclaimed in agony: “Ruffians, kill me, also! In pity, kill me!” . The native who carried Hera now en- tered the tomb, and the bronze door closed upon the miserable girl. It was more than Agnes could en- dure. “Hera! Hera! I, too, die!” she mur- mured, feebly, and fell senseless in the arms of those by whom she was sur- rounded. Kazil, who for some time had glided in and among the thickest of the crowd, how approached George, whis- pering: “Master, what is to be done?” “Patience!” answered the false jah. “Patience!” “Saugor.” commanded the princess, pointing toward Agnes, “have ‘a litter ed, and have this young girl tak- en, without delay, to Doorgal Sahib’s palace.” “It shall be done,” answered Saugor, who disappeared to acquit bimself of his mission, just as the valet, Djerid, rapidly traversing the various groups and approached the princess. “What brings you, Djerid? asked. “A revelation.” “Can you not speak out?’ “No, princess. That which I have to say your ear alone must hear.” Without answering, and not without a gesture of surprise, she withdrew a little distance, motioning Djerid to fol- low her. Djerid uttered a few words, in a low tone, and profound stupefaction and complete incredulity were depicted up- on her countenance. “It is impossible!” she cried, fuse to believe it!” “Yet, madame,” returned the valet, “it is true.” “How do you know? you?” “One of the escort.” ‘He lied!” “So [ thought at first; but he swore to me on Bowhanie’s sacred name; and, taking such an oath, who dare perjure himself?’ “It is well, Djerid,” replied the prine- ess, after an instant’s thought. “Do not go away, and when the moment comes for action, be ready.” The yalet bowed. He lost himself among the crowd, and soon began to speak successively to several Hindoos, with the air of one who gives or trans- mits certain orders. While this passed, Saugor, after clos- ing the bronze door, ascended the steps leading to the terrace. “Mistress,” he said, approaching Djella, “here is the key to the sepul- chre.” The princess called the fakir Souni- ancy. “Fakir,” she said, “you have ques- tioned the gods, and they have an- swered that they would accept the sac- rifice. Take this key. It is to your care that I confide the task of watch- ead over the victim offered to Bowhan- ie Souniancy eagely clutched the key extended to him, and his gesture and expression alike declared; “The victim will be well guarded.” “I expect it,” she replied. Then, advancing toward Edward, she said: “It is thus, Sir Edward, I revenge myself. What do you say?” The young Englishman lifted his head, and, in a dull voice, which made her shiver, he uttered, only these words: “Punishment will follow!” It seemed to her'a gloomy prophecy. A chill passed over her fiesh. But she soon regained her self-control, and, with a sardonic expression, repeated: “Punishment, you say? You will not see it, Sir Edward.” “Who knows?” “You will perish to-morrow by the bullets of my slaves!” “To-morrow, madame, is not yours, | It belongs to God. It is His will which “I go We ra- “Tre: Who has told will be done.” “Brusquely, the princess interrupted { him. “Take away this man!” she ex- i claimed, “and let the deepest of my dungeons answer for his safety.” Instantly her commands were exe- cuted. a “Now for us two, Rajah of Hydera- bad!” she muttered to herself, return- ing to George Malcolm, The latter, entirely insensible, to all appearance, to all that had passed un- , der his eyes, continued to smoke. “Prince, I promised you a fete!” said Djella, h a smile. “Have I kept my word?” ‘ Y: “Better than I might have imagined or believed.” : : “You find then, complete, this fete of vengeance?” “I find it worthy of yourself, my | daughter, and this is'to say all.” ; “You have come to see me at work, ! Prince of Hyderabad. You know well now?” | “I know you as I know myself.” “And you are henceforth my ally?” “Forever!” “My hates are yours?” ; “Have I not so told you?” “Like me, you invoke Bowhanie?” “Do you doubt it?” “Like me, you demand in India the extermination of the infamous East Indian Company?” “Certainly.” “And the blood of every English- man?” “Yes, I ask it; and may the goddess hear and answer me.” “She hears you. She answers you. The East Indian Company is about to perish from the world’s surface, and the first Englishman whose blood will be shed’”’—she here paused a moment, only to finish her sentence in ringing tones—“will be yourself, George Mal- colm!” George, seeing himself recognized, started, “Betrayed—I am betrayed!” he cried. “But you do not yet hold me!” He endeavored to draw his sword und defend himself, but he had nov time. Saugor and Djerid were standing, one to his right, the other to his left, and the circle of natives had pressed close about him during Djella’s last startling speech. He was disarmed and thrown to the ground without the ability to make a movement. Stop uttered low: “A mad adventure! have we fallen?’ Djella extended her hand toward the upfortunate valet. “He is an accomplice,” she said. “Make him also your prisoner.” Then with indefinable triumph, she added: “I have them all! You have escaped the Ganges, George Malcolm; but I swear to you that you shall not escape me. The door of the sepulchre will be open to admit you. You shall perish there with Hera Burtell! Doorgal,” she continued, addressing the rajah, mount your horse and hasten to your palace. You will there find your be- loved Agnes. Do not spare your steed, Doorgal! Devour space! Travel with the lightning’s swiftness! You must haste to prove your love for the once- betrothed bride of George Malcolm!” “I fly, princess!” replied the rajah, radiant, and kissing Djella’s hand as he obeyed her. “God abandons me!” murmured the Englishman to himself, while the na- tives dragged him toward the sepul- chre, with hideous noises. “I am con- quered! They are lost!” Two great tears rolled down his cheeks, and his head sunk on his breast. fh “Hope, master,” said a low yoice in his ear. “I am here!) It was the voice of Kazil who spoke to him, Into what gulf CHAPTER XXxx11. The slow night wore itself away. Darkness was still supreme, though far in the east its veil was lifting at the mandate of the coming sun. All seemed sleeping in the silent immensity of the palace of Allahabad. The gar- dens were deserted except for a few human forms yaguely outlined about a brazier filled with burning charcoal on the steps leading to the bronze tomb, which served as a prison house to George Malcolm and Hera Burtell. The red light from the brazier threw a strange reflection on the angular forms and half-naked limbs of the fakir Sou- niancy and a half-dozen Brahmins crouched about him in singular and picturesque attitudes, Within the monument, and hidden from these fierce eyes by the solid dcor of bronze, Hera knelt, sobbing, on the stone, her face hidden in her hand: while George Malcolm, still wearing his rajah’s costume, but with uneovered head and despoiled of his long, white beard, stood silent and gloomy, his face embodying supreme agony and unconquerable grief. He leaned against the wall, as if his limbs had failed him. Now and then the bite terness forsook his expression, and it rested on Hera with unutterable com- passion, who prayed aloud until sobs strangled her voice. George at length approached and laid his hand upon her shoulder. “Pray, dear child,” he said, “but ask God for resignation, not life. We are hopelessly condemned. The door of this tomb has closed upon us forever.” “But what have we done to deserve so terrible a death?’ she cried, wring- ing her hands. “You have been condemned by the princess,” he answered, coldly, adding, in a lower tone, as if to himself: “And there is no hope. Powerless, we must await inevitable death. Yet Kazil bade me hope. But wherefore? Will he be able to save my brother? Will he think of Lord Singleton? Does he know the accursed place of meeting? Will not, to-morrow, the blood of my countrymen imundate all India?” While he put to himself these terri- ble questions, Hera strove to rise, but fell back through weakness. “George,” she murmured, “strength deserts me—I am dying!” “Hera, dear Hera, do not speak thus, I entreat you!” replied George, eagerly. “God's power is infinite, and His will all unknown to us. Until the last mo- ment there is time for hope. Say that rescue will come. Courage, my child —courage!” “Courage?” she echoed. “Is courage possible, when each hour brings new torture—when thirst consumes me, and I feel my reason deserting me.” “Hera, in heaven’s name, through pity—” She interrupted him with a burst of convulsive laughter. “Will you tell me there is hone?” she asked. “Ah, you dare not, for you yourself do not believe it!” Overwhelming rage seized George. “Buried alive!” he cried; “and I can- not break this wall. I cannot batter dewn this door—I cannot save this child and hasten to the rescue of my darling, to tear her from the wretch upon whom Djella has bestowed her. Ah, it is this which makes my heart leap and my blocd boil in my, veins! Hera, you are right; this makes mad- ness: and, like you, I feel my braiv reel!” Burning fever began to devour the young girl; she began to be delirious, “Edward!” she rnurmure 1, in despair, “T shall see you never more! And yet L love you—oh, so well! If you knew how I love you! I will come to you, be- loved; I cannot Gie without showing upon . | you my heart!” (To be Cortinued.) . ~~ \ IN THE FAR NORTH. WOMEN OF ICELAND ARE PRO- GRESSIVE. In the Capitol of the Island There is a Flourishing Club Composed En- drely of the Fair Sex—Also Publish a Paper. , Iceland has a woman's club. * This we learned from the young girl from Iceland. traveling with her aunt, whom we met in the villa at Menton-on-the- Riviera. Her home was in Reykjavik, says Harper's Bazar. Reykjavik means Iceland, as London means Eng- land and Paris France. To use the vocabulary of other capitals, Reykjavik thas its smart set. It has a 400, which means some fifty or so. Its aristocracy is only that given by intelligence and cultivation. A farmer’s boy, with education, can look forward to a so- cial position equal to that of the gov- ernor’s son. Woman’s life in Iceland is what specially interested me. “It would not be wise to generalize on the women of a country from a single point of view, even though mine was that of a professor’s daughter. I found out that she and most of the girls among her friends were educated by a governess. Studies were done in Ice- landic, but mearly every educated zer- son, especially of late years, learns English. Nearly all the Iceland girls are exquisite needlewomen. If woman is going to clothe herself in a standard costume, like a uniform, I find theirs charming. For dress occasions the gown jg of the finest black cloth, beau- tifully embroidered in gold thread. The headdress, always worn with smart gowns, is of Iace over white satin. Even more attractive than this eos- tume, however, I thought a second one belonging to the young girl. It was a straight gown of black velvet, slightly rounded at the neck and embroidered there and at the bottom with a Greek pattern. The whole had a Byzantine effect, especially with the flowing sleeves lined with white satin and the beautiful girdle of silver with a long pendant which ended in a Greek cross. Only two costumes are needed in Ice- land. For simple dresses women wear a full skirt and plain jersey, with a flat headdress with a tassel on the left side held by.a gold ornament. The Iceland jewelry is quaint and elegant in the extreme. Every girl must have a sil- ver belt and a collection of pretty pins. Woman is an important feature in Ice~ land life. The women of Reykjavik have a club known a3 the Thorvaldsen society. It is not especially an artistic club, It looks after the poor, keeps up a sewing school, visits the hospital, carries on various philanthropic enter- prises. Then certain of the Reykjavik women have united all the women of the island into a very interesting as- sociation, whose object is to get the money for founding a national univer- sity. I forgot to ask whether the little sheet published in Icelandic in Reykja- vik shown me by my friends was a weekly or a monthly paper, but I know tha it was got up and issued regularly by women, that its editors and all the contributors were women. It is the only paper of the kind I know of except the Fronde in Paris, with which, of course, it cannot be compared in im- portance. “VEGETARIAN” BOOTS-GLOVES They Were a Feature in the London Soclety’s, Recent Exhibition. “That ancient, antediluvian state- ment that there’s nothing like leather is a sheer fallacy, sir. Don’t you be- lieve it!” The Star man cheerfully as- sented and sat down on the edge of a table in the Vegetarian society’s office at the Memorial hali while the fair speaker took off one of her boots. She presented it triumphantly to the Star man, ard requested him to examine it minutely. “There’s not a pennyweight of leather in the whole boot,” chortled the little lady, “and we're all wearing them now. These boots are the spe- cial feature of our exhibition this year, and I think we’re going to create a revolution with them.” It certainly was a natty little shoe, soft and shape- ly, Its enthusiastic wearer said that in the old days she shed tears over every new pair of leather boots she bought. Poor, slaughtered cows! It was a terrible shame! But now the vegetarian boot had stepped proudly to the front—and the soft-hearted little vegetarian smiled happily as she buck- led on her shoe once again. Im a cor- ner of the hall was a long row of the famous vegetarian boots. There’s a mystery in the substance of their com- position. They don’t let in the wet, and they eam be bought for 12s 6@ (ladies’) and 13s 9d (men’s). There are also vegetarian gloves, which are a novelty; and vegetarian pamphlets, which are not. Beyond the boots and the gloves there is nothing startlingly or horribly new.—London Star. Von Moltke'’s Method. 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