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While they Were talking another shell entered the small apartment, exploded, and filled the air with dust and stifling fumes, Wilson’s ears were stunned by the noise, but he cried out twice: “Sir Henry, are you hurt?” Lawrence murmured something, and Wilson rushed to his 'side. The cover» let of the bed was crimson with blood. {Some men of the 32nd ran in and car- ried their beloved leader to another room. Then a surgeon came and pro- nounced the wound to be mortal. On the morning 01 the 4th Lawrence died. 1 He was conscious to the last. and “Never surrender!” was his tiring injunction. Shot and shell battered Imoeasingly against the walls of Dr. Mel's house in which he lay dying, but their gel-rel} never shoot: that stout “It will please all of us if you give in on this point, sir,” persisted Wil- son. “Oh. well. if you put 1t that way, I ‘ ill turn out toâ€"morrow,” was the smiling answer. Next morning at eight o’clock, after a round of inspection, the general, worn out by anxiety and want of sleep, Wilson came in. “pon’t forget your promise, sir,” hp. “Nothing of the kind," 33 1'37, cheerfully. “The sepoys sees an artilleryman good throw a second shell into SpOt.” son. one of his staff-officers, begged the Chief to remove his office to a les‘euexppsed place. Before the siege commenced the British also occupied a strong palace (.lled the Muchee Bhowun, standing {outside the entrenchment and com- gmanding the stone bridge across the river Goomtee. A few hours’ exper- and Lawrence decided at all costs to abandon it. A rude semaphore was erected on the roof of the Residency, and on the first morning of the siege. three officers signaled to the com-: mandant of the outlying fort, Colonel i Palmer, that he was to spike his guns, 9 blow up the building and bring hisi .men into the main position. The three . did their signaling under a heavy fire, and Colonel Palmer marched out quietly at midnight. A few minutes later an appalling explosion shook; every house in Lucknow. The Muchee ‘ Bhovmn, with its immense stores. had been blown to the sky. “I have not forgotten, but I Even the Residency was forced to use its underground rooms for the pro- tection of the greater part of the wo- men and children. while the remain- ing buildings, except the Begum Koo tee, which was comparatively shelter- ed on all sides, were so exposed to the enemy’s guns that when some sort of clearance was made in October, four hundred and. thirty-five cannon balls were taken out of the Brigade Mess alone. v..- â€"â€" v.- vw w“°°\luw The whole position was surrounded by an adobe wall and ditch, strengthened at intervals by a gate or a stouter embrasure for a gun. The other struc- tures. such as the Banqueting Hall, which was converted into a hospital, the Treasury, the Brigade Mess. the Begum Kotee, the Barracks, and a few nondescript houses and offices, were utterly unsuited for defense against musketry alone. As to their capacity to resist artillery fire, that was a grim jest with the inmates. who dreaded the fallen masonry as much asAthe rebel shells. The Residency itself was the only strong building in an enclosure seven hundred yards long and four hundred yards Wide, though by no means so large in area as these figures suggest. __‘- --â€"â€"-â€" V- a laneâ€"as being subjected to inter- minable bombardment at point-blank range. and he will have a clear notion of some, at least. of the conditions which obtained in Lucknow when that ;loomy July 151: carried on the mur- derous worn: begun on the previous evening. vâ€"_ ‘v" v- the available shelter with women and children: let him picture the network of narrow streets, tall houses and a few open spacesâ€"often separated from the enemy only by the width of Wherein Fate Plays Tricks With _ Malcolm : If it is difficult for the present gen- ' ration to understand the manners and rays of its immediate forbears, how :mch more difficult to ask it to ap- preciate the ertraordinary features of :he siege of Lucknow! Let the reader who knows London imagine some par- ish in the heart of the city barricad- ing itself behind a mud wall against its neighbors: let him garrison this flimsy fortress with sixteen hundred and ninety-two conPbatants, of whom a large number were men or an inferior race and of doubtful loyalty to those for whom they were fighting, while scores of the Europeans were infirm pensioners: let him cram the rest of E359 YEAR Copyright by McLeod Allen gtsr y of the inéian Mutiny LOUIS TRAC said Sir Hen- enough to the same ’ He hurried away, leaving the odd collection of garments with her. The 'clothes were her lover’s parade uni- :torm, which Malcolm had carried from 9 Meerut in a valise strapped behind the l saddle. The other articles were pur- lchased in Lucknow and had never ibeen worn. In comparison with the §smart fulldress kit of a cavalry offi- ;cer and the spotless linen, a soiled {and mud-spattered turban looked sin- ;rularly out of place. It was as though some taterdemalion had thrust him. llelf into a gathering of dandies. Being a woman, Winifred gave no {heed to the fact that the metal badge 3 on the crossed folds was not that worn by an officer, nor did she observe that it carried the crest of the 2nd Cavalry, Whereas Malcolm’s regiment was the 3rd. But, being also a very thrifty. and industrious little person, she de-l cided to untie the turban, wash it, and use its many yards of fine muslin for the manufacture of lint. The tolds of a turban are usually tr: Security did not surprise her. A pair of scissors soon overcame the difficulty; she. shook out. the neat “My dear one, that is as Providence directs. It is something to be thank. ful for that we are alive and unin- Iured. And that reminds me. They need a lot of bandages in the hospi- tal. Will you tear Malcolm’s linen into strips? I will come for them after the last post.” “Do youâ€"E10 you think he will ever claim them, or that we shall live to safeguard them?” “Yes. The three men who shared his room are dead, and the place is wanted as an extra ward. I hap- pened to hear of it, so I have rescued his belongings.” i > , “Perhaps it is just as well you miss. ed the chance," she said. “You might have been shot yourself while you were taking aim.” “And what about you, my lady?” “I sha’n't offend again, uncle, dear. I really could not tell you why I looked out just now. Things were quiet, I suppose. And I forgot that the open- ing of a window would attract atten- tion. But why in the world are you bringing me portions of Mr. Malcolm’s uniform? That is what you have in the bundle, is it not?" i Mr. Mayne threw down a bundle of ;c;othes he was carrying. He unslung Ehis rifle. His face, tanned by exposure Ito sun and rain, lost some of its brick-' (red color. “It is too late,” said the girl. “He was visible only for an instant. Look! I saw him at that window.” She partly opened the wooden shut- ter again and pointed to an upper story of the opposite building. Al- most instantly a bullet lmbedded itself in the solid planks. Some watcher had noted the opportunity and taken it. Winifred coolly closed the case- r‘ent.and adjusted its cross-bar. i “Ah, Winifred," he cried, “What were you doing there? Looking out, {I am certain. Have you forgotten the punishment -mflicted on Lot’s Wife I when she wouid not obey orders?” “Are you sure?” he Whispered, as if their voices might betray them. Like every other man in )he garrison he longed to check the career of “Bob the Nailer.” “I have jusz had a glimpse of that dreadful negro in Johannes’ House ” she said. He disappeared and“ 5h? turned away with a sigh, to meet her uncle hastening to .vards her. Winifred had heard of this man. Once she actually saw him while she was peeping turough a forbidden case- ment. Knowing the wholesale des- ti action of her fellow-countrymen with which he was credited, she had it in her heart to wish that she held a gun at that moment, and she would surely have done her best to kill him. v â€"â€" vvvâ€"vâ€"v The most dangerous post in the en- trenchment was the Cawnpore Bat- ;tery. It was commanded by a building [known as Johannes’ House, whence an iAfrican negro, christened “Bob the Nailer” by .he wits of the 32nd, picked off dozens of the defenders during the opening days of the siege. What quar- rel this stranger in a strange land had with the English no one knows, but the defenders were well aware of his identity, and annoyed him by exhibit- ing a most unflattering effigy. Need- less to say, the whites of his eyes. and his woolly hair were reproduced with marked effect, and “Bob the Nailer" gave added testimony of his skill with a rifle b yshooting out both eyes in the_ dummy figure. .t. Twice ere the end of July Win1- “d awoke in the morning to find mliets on the floor and the mortar of he 21 broken within a few inches 3' her hcad. That she slept soundly :1ch such conditions is a remarkable ’ibfftP to human nature’s knack of [gutting itself to circumstances. -tter a few days of excessive nervous- st: the most timorous among the screen were heard to complain of the con-stony of existence! And two amazing facts stand out rom the record of guard-mounting, .artridge~making, cooking, cleaning, and the rest of the every-day doings inseparable from life even in a siege. Although the rebels now numbered at Fleast twenty thousand men, including six thousand trained soldiers, they were long in hardening their hearts to ; attempt that escalade which, if under-i taken on the last day of June, could| scarcely have failed to be successful. They were not cowards. They gave proof in plenty of their courage and fighting stamina. Yet they cringed before men whom they had learnt to regard as the dominant race. The other equally surprising element in the situation was the readiness of the garrison, doomed by all the laws of war to early extinction, to extract humor out of its forlorn predicament. And Death, who did not spare the Chief, sought lowlier victims. During the first week of the siege the average number killed daily was twenty. Even when the tr00ps learnt to avoid the exposed places, and began to prac- tise the little tricks and artifices that tempt an enemy to reveal his where- abouts to his own undoing. the daily bath-roll was ten for more than a HUBER. nome'st'Ifi ‘t‘fie British character. There was no real safety anywhere. Wen in the Begum Kotee, where Win1- ‘red and the other ladies of the garri- ‘":n were lcdged. some of them were THE DURHAM CHRONICLE with puzzling sidedssues to pay heed to Winifred’s demeanor. I “Made in Delhi,” he half Whispered. ’u A wonderful thing, probably worth [two 1akhs of rupees or even more. It I 13 old, too. The craftsman who fash. Honed this clasp is not to be found 'nowadays. Why, it may have bgen worn by Nurmahal herself! its fifty pearls could supply a or a romance. And you found it, to- gether with this safe-conduct, in Mal- colm’s turban?” “Yes, uncle. Do you think He took it, appraised its value si- lently, and scrutinized the workman- ship in the gold links. “This accompanied it,” said Wini- fred, with a restraint that might have warned her hearer of the passion it strove to conceal. But Mayne was deaf to Winifred’s coolness. If he was startled before, he was positively amazed when she produced the neck- lace. I consult a native calendar. It is signed by Bahadur Shah and is alto- gether a somewhat curious thing to be in Malcolm’s possession. Is that all you know of itâ€"merely that it was stuck in a fold of his turban ?" “I have it now,” he said, peering at the document while he held it close to the lamp. “It is a sort or pass. It declares that Mr. Malcolm is a friend of the Begum and gives him safe con- duct if he visits Delhi within three days of the date named here, but I cannot tell when that would be until m the text that he did-moi iéatch ch note of dis_dain inuh‘is niece’s voice. ____v v-5â€"5L5vuuvv o The Commissioner was so taken up with the effort to give each spidery curve and series of distinguishing dots and vowel marks their proper bearing . $1.- 4.---4. 4.1.-4. L :1 “Yes, something '0': the kind.” Mayne examined the paper again. “That is odd," he muttered after a pause. “But what does the writing mean? You say it mentions his name and that of the Princess Roshinara? Sure- ly it has some definite significance?" He was a good Eastern scholar, but the dull rays of a small oil lamp were not helpful in a task always difficult lto English eyes. He bent his brows ,over the script and began to decipher :some of the words. “ ‘Malcolm-sahib . . . the Company’s 3rd Regiment 0: Horse . . . heaven- born Princess Roshinara Begum . . .'. Where in the world did you get this, Winifred, and how did it come into your possession?” he s id. “It was in Mr. Malc lm’s turbanâ€" the one you brought me to-day from his quarters." “In his turban? Do you mean that it was hidden there?” At any rate, the turban was destined not to be shredded into lint that day. She busied herself with tearing up the rest of the' linen. When night came. and Mr. Mayne could leave his post, she showed him the paper and asked him to translate it. _.- vâ€"' v v.“ . Then, in a bitter temper, she stooped again to rescue the bit of discolored paper that had fallen with the pearls. Her anger was not lessened by find- ing that it was covered with Hindu- Stani characters. They, of course, offered her no clue to the solution of the mystery that was wringing her heartstrings. If anything, the illegible scrawl only added to her distress. The document was something un- known; therefore, it lent itself to dis- trust. i (1 been effective. She had heard, long since, how he parted from Law- r. nce on the Chinhut road. Since that hour there was no possible means of communicating with Lucknow, even though he had reached Allahabad safely. And he had never told her a word about it. It was that that rankled. Poor Winifred rose from her knees in a mood perilously akin to hatred of the negro who dealt death or disablement to her friends of the garrison, but, this time, it was a woman, not a man, whom she regarded as the enemy. m1- __ 9 Her uncle had told her of the Prin- :ess Roshinara’s words to Malcolm on :lzat memorable night of May 10, when he rode out from Meerut to help them. At the time, perhaps, a little pang of jealousy made its presence felt, for no woman can bear to hear of another woman’s overtures to her lover. The meeting at Bithoor helped to dispel that halfiformed illusion. and she had not troubled since to ask herself why the Princess Roshinara was so ready to help Malcolm to escape. She never :dreamed that she herself was a pawn Tin the game that was intended to bring Nana Sahib to Delhi. But now, with this royal trinket glittering in her hands, she could hardly fail to, connect it with the only Indian prin-' cess of whom she had any knowledge, and the torturing fact was seemingly undeniable that Malcolm had this priceless necklace in his possession without telling her or its existence. Certainly he had chosen a singular hiding-place, and never did man treat such a treasure with such apparent carelessness. Butâ€"there it was. The studied simplicity of its concealment I She was alone in her room at the moment. No one heard her cry of sur- prise, almost of terror. One glance at the glistening pearls told her that they were of exceeding value. They ranged , from the size of a small pea to that of “a large marble; their white sheen and velvet purity bespoke rareness and Eskilled selection. The setting alone would vouch for their quality. Each pearl was secured to its neighbor by clasps and links of gold, which a brooch-like fastening in front was studded with fine diamonds. Wini- ;red sank to her knees. She picked up ; this remarkable ornament as gingerly as if she were handling a dead snake. in the vivid light the pearls shimmer- ed with wonderful and ever-changing tints. They seemed to whisper of Eove, and hateâ€"of all the passions that stir heart and brain into frenzyâ€"and through a mist of fear and awed ques- tioning came a doubt, a suspicion, a :..earcbing of her soul as she recalled rrertain things which the thrilling :vents of her recent life had dulled almost to extinction. folds; arid 'a pear? necklace' arm a plece of paper fell to the floor. 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