@ e : i . Ee * te. . a ag 2 ; 4 ih hp 98 fea sa ra ea ai = reser, si fin alae, | the 7 New © treal, — x then |) } ee \ THE DAILY EXAMINER, CHARLOTTETOWN, JANUARY 15 1898, ELON ~~ wai aude eevee WWW ewe veer ea tae eWNW O22 a = THE SIEGE OF z 3 | ou = £ = : SUNDA GUNGE. é 3 = 2 . “= —— -. ~ «a. s ' — = = BY A. CONAN DOYLE. = = = oop RARER EDDA ALAR SOARRAARSSAPORARADAD aaananannsne: IV. Lenora, with « hbalf-hysterical laugh, turned 0 th window and went out, Mary Sulland was lefs alone. Suddenly she «an pon a chair and burst into such a passion of tears as shook her very It is not in the nature of any woman, however nobly made, however jealous of the honor of the man whom she regards, not to feel, at such & moment, a cruel agony of mind. She was alone. The ex eitement which had sustained her was already over, and now the hard, plain fact, without diseuise, pressed itself re- morselessly upon her soul. Her hero had gone forth to almost certain death. Her hero—Yes—he was her hero. She made of ® now, in her own heart. She loved him well. Gladly would she have given her own life for his. But, alas! what could she do? Ali at onee a wild thought struck her. Her cheeks flamed; the old light kindled in her eyes. She started to her feet, pale, eager-eyed and trembling — trembling now with new excitement. She seemed like one possessed by a spirit stronger than her own—by an impulse overmas- tering and resistless. For a moment or two she stood motionless, her eyes gleam- ing. Then turning, not to the window, but to the door, she hurried from the room. She went straight to her own chamber. In a few minutes she came out again. no secret She was now draped in a _ long, close, gray dressing-gown, which completely covered her own dress. Her tall, slight figure, thus garmented, looked like noth- ing so much as a gray ghost—and like a ghost, in the failing light of evening, she glided out of her chamber, and passed along the paseages and down a flight of stairs. All at once she stopped. Some noise alarmed her. And now she was afraid— afraid, not of what she was about to do, but of being seen and thwarted in the execution of her plan. Presently, all be- ing still, she again stole forward. The men were, for the most part, busy at their posts shout the fortifications, and the part of the station through which she had to pass was almost deserted. Fortune favored her, besides; no eye observed her as she stole upon her way. At last, to her infinite relief, she reached her destination. She stood in the archway which led out into the square. It was stiJl empty. Vane’s volunteers had gone im search of the articles re- quired for the adventure, and had not yet arrived. The oper court was before her; and there, in the middle of it, was the well. She knew the archway well!—its image had been clear to her mind’s eye all wlong. It was a kind of tunnel, or cov- ered passage, of brickwork, some half a dozen yards in length. Near the outer end of the archway there was a but- tress, and beyond it a recess or deep niche in the masonry. The niche was close beside the buttress on the side to- ward the square. The gray figure reached the buttress— gilded into the recess—und disappeared Vv Five mintites passed—ten minutes. Then the sound of steps was heard, and men entered the recess; immediately afterward Vane appeared, together with another officer—the surgeon. By this time the sun had sunk, and but for the rising moon it would have Seen quite dark. As it was, the interior of the archway was in gloom, but the open square outside was bathed in light —a light uncertain, shadowy, spectral, yet permitting any object moving in it to be distinctly seen. The woodwork which had supported the windlass of the well had been shattered by the shot, and now stood in ruins; but the chain re- mained intact, its end twisted round a broken stump, and the bucket hung in safety inside the opening of the well. No time was lost. Vane spoke a word or two by way of last directions to the men: then taking a bucket in his hand, so that if by any chance he escaped the shot he might do his share in bring the water, he turned toward the square. That his chance was very slight, he knew. And as he turned to go forth into the range of the cannon his face, though resolute, was grave. He had already taken a step or two in advance when he suddenly stopped short. What was that? A soft, gray, ghostly figure started out or the wall in front of him, ana flitted forth into the open air. Befora he had recovered from his amaze- ment it had already reached the well. For the space of an instant it stood there motionless, then, as if desiring rather to attract attention than to shun it, it Tuised both arms above its head and Waved them in the moonlight. In 4 moment—just as Vane, recovering a lit- tle, started out of the archway—the can- non thundered; a storm of shot whistled in the air, plowed up the greund, and rattied among the ruined woodwork of the well. Vane was stil] outsile its range, and no shot struck him. But the phantom flgure—w hat it? He looked, and thrilled. What dark thing was that which now lay motionless beside the mouth of the we!ll? He had not seen the figure fall—but it was down upon the ground! of VI When the nicht was past, when the nextday shone, when the dial-finger marked the hour a little after noon, the garrison of Sunda Gunge was shaken suddenly by strange excitement. Firat, there became audible a noise of wild confusion in the encampment of the Sepoys round the walls. It grew—it Gathered volume; it swelled irto « tu- mult. Guns fired, voices yelled, a sound Was beard as of the stampede o innu- Mewihle feet When, dr,syowz exerv uther souna, arose the loud iurraying of English voices; and this, taken up by those inside the garrison, became ina few minutes a perfect tempest of wild cheering, ringing far and near. Suddenly—~—unexpectedly — relief had come The rebels were flying in all direc- tions; their camp was in the hands of English soldiers. The siege of Sunda Gunge was over. It is not our purpose to dwell upon the scene that followed. From that tumult of wild joy, of almost fierce excitement, we must turn away and follow St. George Vane. As soon as the fact of the relief was certain, he stepped out of the crowd and made his way, alone and unperceived, aiong the deserted passages to a certain room Which lay in the rear of the walled buildings. It was the very room from which the night before a slender, gray- draped figure had stolen softly out. Just he reached the door and was hesitating at the threshold, Mrs. Jessop, who had been called out by the noise of the cheering was seen returning ina state of much excitement. Vane accosted her eagerly, but in low tones. ‘‘Is she better? Can I see her yet?’’ he saia, ‘She is much better; she is dressed and sitting up. But the noise alarmed her. She does not know the cause of it. Will you come in and tell her?’’ Vane followed her into the room. large chair, next the window, looking very white and weak, with a bandage round her temples, where the shot had grazed and stunned her, sat Mary Sul- land. As Vane entered she looked round. He paused, and for some seconds the two regarded each other. He had not seen her since, the night before, he had carried her, swooning, to her room. He had heard, with infinite relief, that the wound was not serious, and, inquiring hourly at her door throughout the night, he had learned that the swoon was passing off, and that with some hours of rest there would be little to be feared. Yet now, as he stood before her, even the great event which had just happened was less present to his mind than anxiety to satisfy himself, | with his own eyes, that she was safe. ' The shock which he had felt at the mo- ment when he had raised her in his | arms, and caught sight of her white face ' in the moonlight, was with him still. He had felt at that instant a certainty that she was killed. And indeed she had had a wonderful escape. Every sportsman who has tried his gun at a sheet of blank paner Knows that it will sometime happen that, while the paper will be spotted thick with pellets, there will some times be a space lett free ' } as In a of shot—large enough, perhaps, to have let the game escape, however true the ‘aim. It had so happened here. Amid the | storm of shot, only one had grazed her; | the rest had whistled past without harm. But where her slender figure had so narrowly escaped, a man, being of larger bulk, would inevitably have been struck down. Marv Sulland had, in fact, been slightly wounded, where Vane would i have been killed. During the hours of night, while he had wandered up and down outside her door, too restless to seek for sleep, he had thought of all these things. He had thought of the girl who had risked her life for his; he bad let his memory go | back into the past, and call to mind all that be had ewed to Mary Sulland through the years that he had known her; how all his noblest aspirations, dreams, ambitions, had come from her, or had been fostered or strengthened by her sympathy, and he had wondered how it was that he aimself had never realized, till now, what she had been to him. And now, as he stooa beside her, as he looked at her again, he wondered more and more. The look of inquiry on her face re- called him to himself. “fam forgetting,’’ he said. ‘“‘Iam glad to be the first to bring you the good news. I see you guess it. Yes, relief has come. The siege is over.’’ She lenked at him with eagerness. ; One thought filled her mind--it forced a | passage to her lips. ‘‘Then you will not have to go again for water?’’ As the words escaped ber she flushed red. Her action of the night before had hardly been her own—so overmastering had been the impulse which had hurried her away. And now, like a wornan, she was troubled by a doubt--what would he think of her? Had she, in thrusting her- self between him and danger, forfeited forever his esteein? How could she expect that he would understand? He did understand, however—at least partly. He saw that she was troubled and he took the best course possiople to set ber at her ease. He meant to regard what she had done as a matter which, between themselves, required no explana- f truth, who had been at the the vaguest idea of The secret was their ine men archway had only what had passed. own. **No,’’ he said, smiling, ‘‘I shall not have to go again. Not, what is of much greater consequence, will you Mary.’’ She answered with a smile. They un- derstood each other, He was bending over her; she was looking up at him. Mrs. Jessop was not near them, and it was almost as if they were alone. From the distance came a noise of voices cheer- ing, as if they never meant to stop, but in the room itself there was no sound but their own murmured talk. ‘“*As soon as you are well again,’’ he suid, ‘‘I shall be very angry with yo, Mary. I had a chance of getting the Vic- toria Cross, but now they will let you have it, I suppose.’’ She laughed softly, for his words were music to her. But it was not his words alone that thrilled her blood. She had won a richer prize than the Victoria Cross, and now she knew it. For in his eyes, as she looked up at them, she sa® the 2ame of love. THE The Actomatic Clothes-line Reel. EN? BY RGBERT J. DURDETTE. in Burlington that first practical No one srho lived year, can ever forget the test that was made of the famous ‘ Do- mestic Automatic’’ clothes-line reel. It was a curious and powerful bit of me- chanism, and was the invention of 4 man who lived on Barnes street. This man used to be greviously afllicted be- cause the Scandinavian lady who super- intended the weekly wash day ceremon- ies at his hous always took great pains to leave a net work of clothes line spread all around his back yard. And when he made complaint to her about it she ad- dressed him in the musical accents of Christine Nilsson’s native language, and overwhelmed him with a torrent of elo- quence that he could not understand. And when he remonstrated with his wife and daughter about it they laughed iim to scorn, and his daughter, who was educated at Vassar, and can hustle her terrificd parent cut of the house with one hand, told him if he interfered any more in that department around the house he’d get drowned in the wash tub. So this man suffered. One bitter cold win- ter morning he ran out to the wood-shed after some kindling, and the first line caught him under the chin and pulled his neck out till it was a foot long, and he ran into the house and frightened his wife into fits by his terrible appearance, and she threatened to apply for a divorce if he ever made faces at her that way again. It was nearly three hours before his neck shrunk back to its natural size. And a few nights after that he was all dressed to go te a party with his family, and he went bounding down the back yard to see that the alley gate was fast- ened, and a slack line caught him amid- ships, let him run out the slack, and when it hauled taut, just picked him up, tossed the breath out of him, turned him clear over, and chucked him down on his back, splitting his coat from the tail-buttoms to the neck. And he could- n’t move, and he couldn’t speak. and he couldn’t even breathe, only about thirty cents on the dollar, so he vouldn’t answer his wife and daughter when they screamed to him that they were ready, and they conciuded that he hai run away to avoid going with them, se they went off without him, and never came back till eleven e’clock, ang the man lay oué in the back yard all that time, trying t die. And one time after that, he was jogging across the back yard with his arms full of about three hundred pourds of hard wood, and he was laughing like a hyena at something he had read in The Hawkeye, when a clothes prop slipped just as ke passed under the line and dropped on his head, raising a lump as big as am egg, and as he fell forward. another line caught right in his mouth and sawed it clear back to his ears, so that when he smiled the top of his hea only hung on a hinge. Well, these things on his mind and depressed him, but they set him to thinking, and he went to work and invented a patent clothes- line reel, which was inclosed in a heavy cast-iron box, and was worked by a powerful automatic arrangement. You only had to wind up the box and set it for a certain hour, just like an alarm clock, and at that hour the reel wouid go off, and pulj on the line like a team of mules, the spring hook at the other end of the line woula let ge its hold and that line would be rolled up at the rate of a thousand miles a minute. He said noth- ing about his invention, but put up the box and told some lie about it to his family. which is a way men have, and ~ naturally weighed ition. As for others, they knew nothing. | he set it for 7 o’clock p.m., and wound Except that she had been slightly hurt it up strong. Then he watched Miss by a stray piece of shot, no one, net Nilsson’s compatriot run out the line aren the enlazcl cr Lanora kn — and adjust the hook, and he went away. 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The air was full of fragments of Hnen, cotton, and red flan- nel, white shirt buttons, clothes pins, and little brass buckles. were flying like hail. The reel in the iron box was mak- ing about 60,000 revolutions a minute, and was whirling around like a thrash- ing machine, and the line was tearing around the posts likeastreak of runaway lightning, and the clothes were trying to keep along with it, and around the posts they were ripping, tearing ant snapping more than any cyclone thar ever got loose, while whee the line shot into the hawse-hole in the iro. bex, the striped stockings and white snirts and things, and flannels, and yarn socks, and undershirts and more things, and pillow-slips, just foamed and bulged, and tossed wildly, and ripped, and tore, and scraped, until the yard and air were so full of lint that it looked worse than an arctic snow storm. Oh, it was dread- fui. It was terrible. 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