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and slavery."

" Could we but induce Djalma to join us,
as Mahal the Smuggler advised," said the
Indian, "our voyage to Java would doubly
profit us ; for we should then number
among- our band this brave and enterpris-
ing- youth, who has so many motives to
hate mankind."

" He will soon be here ; let us envenom
his resentments."

" Remind him of his father's death ! "

" Of the massacre of his people ! "

" His own captivity ! "

" Only let hatred inflame his heart, and
he will be ours."

The negro, who had remained for some
time lost in thought, said suddenly :
" Brothers 1 suppose Mahal the Smuggler
were to betray us ? "

" He ? " cried the Hindoo, almost with
indignation ; " he gave us an asylum on
board his bark ; he secured our flight from
the continent ; he is again to take us with
him to Bombay, where we shall find ves-
sels fof America, Europe, Africa."

" What interest would Mahal have to
betray us ? " said Faringhea.

" Nothing could save him from the ven-
geance of Bowanee, and that he knows."

"Well," said the black, "he promised


to get Djalma to come hither this evening,
and, once among us, he must needs be our

" Was it not the Smuggler who told us
to order the Malay to enter the ajoupa of
Djalma, to surprise him during his sleep,
and, instead of killing him as he might
have done, to trace the name of Bowanee
upon his arm ? Djalma will thus learn to
judge of the resolution, the cunning and
obedience of our brethren, and he will
understand what he has to hope or fear
from such men. Be it through admiration
or through terror, he must become one of

" But if he refuse to join us, notwith-
standing the reasous he has to hate man-
kind ? "

"Then Bowanee will decide his fate,"
said Faringhea, with a gloomy look; "I
have my plan."

" But will the Malay succeed in surpris-
ing Djalma during his sleep ? " said the

"There is none bolder, more agile, more
dexterous, than the Malay," said Faring-
hea. " He once had the daring to surprise
in her den a black panther, as she suckled
her cub. He killed the dam, and took
awa3 r the 3 r oung one, which he afterward
sold to some European ship's captain."


" The Malay has succeeded ! " exclaimed
the Indian, listening- to a singular kind of
hoot, which sounded through the profound
silence of the night and of the wood.

" Yes, it is the scream of the vulture
seizing- its prey," said the negro, listening
in his turn : " it is also the signal of our
brethren, after they have seized their

In a few minutes the Malay appeared at
the door of the hut. He had wound around
him a broad length of cotton, adorned with
bright colored stripes.

"Well," said the negro, anxiously;
" have j r ou succeeded ? "

" Djalma must bear all his life the mark
of the good work," said the Malay proudly.
" To reach him I was forced to offer up to
Bowanee a man who crossed my path I
have left his body under the brambles,
near the ajoupa. But Djalma is marked
with a sign. Mahal the Smuggler was the
first to know it."

" And Djalma did not awake ? " said
the Indian, confounded by the Malay's

"Had he awoke," replied the other,
calmly, " I should have been a dead man
as I was charged to spare his life."

" Because his life may be more useful to
us than his death," said the half-caste.
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Then, addressing- the Malay, he added :
" Brother, in risking- life for the good work,
you have done to-day what we did yester-
day, what we may do ag-ain to-morrow.
This time you obey ; another, you will

" We all belong to Bowanee," answered
the Malay. " What is there yet to do ?
I am ready." While he thus spoke, his
face was turned toward the door of the
hut ; on a sudden, he said in a low voice :
" Here is Djalma. He approaches the
cabin. Mahal has not deceived us."

'' He must not see me yet," said Faring-
hea, retiring to an obscure corner of the
cabin, and hiding himself under a Ninat ;
' ' try to persuade him. If he resists I
have my project."

Hardly had Faringhea disappeared, say-
ing these words, when Djalma arrived at
the door of the hovel. At sight of those
three personages with their forbidding
aspect, Djalma started in surprise. But
ignorant that these men belonged to the
Phansegars, and knowing that, in a
country where there are no inns, travelers
often pass the night under a tent, or be-
neath the shelter of some ruins, he con-
tinued to advance toward them. After
the first moment, he perceived by the
complexion and the dress of one of these


men, that he was an Indian, and he ac-
costed him in the Hindoo language : " I
thought to have found here a European
a Frenchman "

"The Frenchman is not yet come/' re-
plied the Indian; "but he will not be long."

Guessing by Djalma's question the
means which Mahal had employed to draw
him into the snare, the Indian hoped to
gain time bj r prolonging his error.

" You knew this Frenchman ? " asked
Djalma of the Phansegar.

" He appointed us to meet him here, as
he did you," answered the Indian.

" For what? " inquired Djalma, more
and more astonished.

" You will know when he arrives."

" General Simon told you to be at this
place ? "

" Yes, General Simon," replied the

There was a moment's pause, during
which Djalma sought in vain to explain to
himself this mysterious adventure. "And
who are you ? " asked he, with a look of
suspicion ; for the gloomy silence of the
Phansegar's two companions, who stared
fixedly at each other, began to give him
some uneasiness.

"We are yours, if you will be ours,"
answered the Indian.


" I have no need of you nor you of me."

" Who knows ? "

"I know it."

" You are deceived. The English killed
your father, a king 1 ; made you a captive ;
proscribed you, you have lost all your pos-

At this cruel reminder, the countenance
of Djalma darkened. He started, and a
bitter smile curled his lip. The Phanse-
gar continued :

" Your father was just and brave be-
loved by his subjects they called him
'Father of the Generous/ and he was
well named. Will you leave his death un-
avenged ? Will the hate, which gnaws
your heart, be without fruit ? "

" My father died with arms in his hand.
I revenged his death on the English whom
I killed in war. He, who has since been a
father to me, and who fought also in the
same cause, told me that it would now be
madness to attempt to recover my terri-
tory from the English. When they gave
me my liberty, I swore never again to set
foot in India and I keep the oaths I

"Those who despoiled you, who took
you captive, who killed your father "were
men. Are there not other men on whom


you can avenge yourself ? Let your hate
fall upon them ! "

" You, who speak thus of men, are not
a man ! "

"I, and those who resemble me, are
more than men. We are, to the rest of
the human race, what the bold hunter is
to the wild beasts, which they run down
in the forest. Will you be, like us, more
than a man? Will you glut surely,
largely, safely, the hate which devours
your heart, for all the evil done you ? "

"Your words become more and more
obscure : I have no hatred in my heart/'
said Djalma. " When an enemy is wor-
thy of me, I fight with him ; when he is
unworthy, I despise him. So that I have
no hate either for brave men or cow-

"Treachery!" cried the negro, on a
sudden, pointing with rapid gesture to
the door, for Djalma and the Indian had
now withdrawn a little from it, and were
standing in one corner of the hovel.

At the shout of the negro, Faringhea,
who had not been perceived by Djalma,
threw off the mat which covered him,
drew his crease, started up like a tiger,
and with one bound was out of the cabin.
Then, seeing a body of soldiers advancing
cautiously in a circle, he dealt one of them


a mortal stroke, threw down two others,
and disappeared in the midst of the ruins.
All this passed so instantaneously, that,
when Djalma turned round, to ascertain
the cause of the negro's cry of alarm,
Faringhea had already disappeared.

The muskets of several soldiers, crowd-
ing 1 to the door, were immediately pointed
at Djalma and the three Stranglers, while
others went in pursuit of Faringhea. The
negro, the Malay, and the Indian, seeing
the impossibility of resistance, exchanged
a few rapid words, and offered their hands
to the cords, with which some of the sol-
diers had provided themselves.

The Dutch captain, who commanded the
squad, entered the cabin at this moment.
"And this other one?" said he, pointing out
Djalma to the soldiers, who were occupied
in binding the three Phansegars.

"Each in his turn, captain!" said an
old sergeant. "We come to him next."

Djalma had remained petrified with sur-
prise, not understanding what was pass-
ing round him ; but, when he saw the
sergeant and two soldiers approach with
ropes to bind him, he repulsed them with
violent indignation, and rushed toward
the door where stood the officer. Tiie
soldiers, who had supposed that Djalma
Would submit to his fate with the same


impassibility as his companions, were as-
tonished by this resistance, and recoiled
some paces, being- struck, in spite of them-
selves, with the noble and dignified air of
the son of Kadja-sing-.

"Why would you bind me like these
men?" cried Djalma, addressing- himself
in Hindostance to the officer, who under-
stood that language from his long service
in the Dutch colonies.

"Why would we bind you, wretch?
because you form part of this band of
assassins. What ? " added the officer in
Dutch, speaking to the soldiers, " are you
afraid of him ? Tie the cord tight about
his wrists : there will soon be another
about his neck."

"You are mistaken," said Djalma, with
a dignity and calmness which astonished
the officer ; " I have hardly been in this
place a quarter of an hour I do not
know these men. I came here to meet a

"Not a Phansegar like them? Who
will believe the falsehood ? "

" Them ! " cried Djalma, with so natural
a movement and expression of horror that
with a sign the officer stopped the soldiers,
who were again advancing to bind the son
of Kadja-sing; "these men form part of
that horrible band of murderers ! and you


accuse me of being- their accomplice ! Oh,
in this case, sir, I am perfectly at ease,"
said the young man, with a smile of dis-

" It will not be sufficient to say that you
are tranquil," replied the officer ; " thanks
to their confessions, we now know by what
mysterious signs to recognize the Thugs."

" I repeat, sir, that I hold these mur-
derers in the greatest horror, and that I
came here "

The negro, interrupting Djalma, said to
the officer with a ferocious joy : " You
have hit it ; the sons of the good work do
know each other by marks tattooed on
their skin. For us, the hour is come we
give our necks to the cord. Often enough
have we twined it round the necks of those
who served not with us the good work.
Now, look at our arms, and look at the
arm of this youth ! "

The officer, misinterpreting the words
of the negro, said to Djalina : " It is quite
clear, that if, as this negro tells us, you
do not bear on your arm the mysterious
symbol (we are going to assure ourselves
of the fact) and if you can explain your
presence here in a satisfactory manner,
you may be at liberty within two hours."

"You do not understand me," said the
negro to the officer ; " Prince Djalma is


one of us, for he bears on his left arm the
name of Bowanee."

" Yes ! he is like us, a son of Kalle ! "
added the Malay.

" He is like us, a Phanseg-ar," said the

The three men, irritated at the horror
which Djalma had manifested on learning 1
that they were Phansegars, took a savag-e
pride in making it be believed that the son
of Kadja-sing belonged to their frig-htful

*' What have you to answer ? " said the
officer to Djalma. The latter again gave
a look of disdainful pity, raised with his
right hand his long, wide left sleeve, and
displayed his naked arm.

" What audacity ! " cried the officer, for
on the inner part of the forearm, a little
below the bend, the name of the Bowanee,
in bright red Hindoo characters, was dis-
tinctly visible. The officer ran to the Ma-
la} r , and uncovered his arm ; he saw the
same word, the same signs. Not yet sat-
isfied, he assured himself that the negro
and the Indian were likewise so marked.

" Wretch ! " cried he, turning furiously
toward Djalma ; "you inspire even more
horror than your accomplices. Bind him
like a cowardly assassin, " added he to the
soldiers, " like a cowardly assassin, who


lies upon the brink of the grave, for his
execution will not be long 1 delayed. "

Struck with stupor, Djalma, who for
some moments had kept his eye riveted on
the fatal mark, was unable to pronounce
a word, or make the least movement : his
powers of thought seemed to fail him, in
presence of this incomprehensible fact.

" Would you dare deny this sign ? " said
the officer to him with indignation.

" I cannot deny what I see what is, "
said Djalma, quite overcome.

" It is lucky that you confess at last, "
replied the officer. " Soldiers, keep watch
over him and his accomplices you answer
for them. "

Almost believing- himself the , sport of
some wild dream, Djalma offered no re-
sistance, but allowed himself to be bound
and removed with mechanical passiveness.
The officer, with part of his soldiers, hoped
still to discover Faringhea among- the
ruins; but his search was vain, and, after
spending- an hour in fruitless endeavors,
he set out for Batavia, where the escort
of the prisoners had arrived before him.

Some hours after these events M. Joshua
van Dael thus finished his long- dispatch,
addressed to M. Rodin of Paris :

" Circumstances were such that I could


not act otherVise, and, taking- all into
consideration, it is a very small evil for
a great good. Three murderers are de-
livered over to justice, and the temporary
arrest of Djalma will only serve to make
his innocence shine forth with redoubled

"Already this morning, I went to the
governor, to protest in favor of our young
prince. ' As it was through me, ' I said,
' that those three great criminals fell into
the hands of the authorities, let them at
least show me some gratitude, by doing
everything to render clear as day the in-
nocence of Prince Djalma, so interesting
by reason of his misfortunes and noble
qualities. Most certainly,' I added,
'when I came yesterday to inform the
governor that the Phansegars would be
found assembled in the ruins of Tchandi,
I was far from anticipating that any one
would confound with those wretches the
adopted son of General Simon, an excellent
man, with whom I have had for some time
the most honorable relations. We must
then, at any cost, discover the incon-
ceivable mystery that has placed Djalma
in this dangerous position; and,' I con-
tinued, ' so convinced am I of his inno-
cence, that, for his own sake, I would not
ask for any favor on his behalf. He will

have sufficient courage afcd dignity to
wait patiently in prison for the day of
justice.' In all this, you see, I spoke
nothing but the truth, and had not to
reproach myself with the least deception,
for nobody in the world is more convinced
than I am of Djalma's innocence.

" The governor answered me as I ex-
pected, -that morally he felt as certain as
I did of the innocence of the young prince,
and would treat him with all possible con-
sideration ; but that it was necessary for
justice to have its course, because it would
be the only way of demonstrating the
falsehood of the accusation, and discover-
ing by what unaccountable fatality that
mysterious sign was tattooed upon Djal-
ma's arm.

" Mahal the Smuggler, who alone could
enlighten justice on this subject, will
in another hour have quitted Batavia, to
go on board the Ruyter, which will take
him to Egypt ; for he has a note from me
to the captain, to certify that he is the
person for whom I engaged and paid
the passage. At the same time, he will
be the bearer of this long dispatch, for
the Ruyter is to sail in an hour, and the
last letter-bag for Europe was made up
yesterday evening. But I wished to see


the governor this morning 1 , before closing 1
the present.

" Thus then is Prince Djalma enforc-
edly detained for a month, and, this op-
portunity of the Ruyter once lost, it is
materially impossible that the young In-
dian can be in France by the 13th of next
February. You see, therefore, that, even
as you ordered, so have I acted accord-
ing to the means at my disposal- consid-
ering only the end which justifies them
for you tell me a great interest of the
Society is concerned.

" In your hands, I have been what we
all ought to be in the hands of our supe-
riors a mere instrument : since, for the
greater glory of God, we become corpses
with regard to the will.* Men may deny
our unity and power, and the times ap-
pear opposed to us; but circumstances
only change ; we are ever the same.

''Obedience and courage, secrecy and
patience, craft and audacity, union and
devotion these become us, who have the

* It is known that the doctrine of passive and
absolute obedience, the mainspring of the Society
of Jesus, is summed up in those terrible words of
the dying Loyola : " Every member of the Order
shall be, in the hands of his superiors, even as a
corpse (perinde ac cadaver)." E. S.


world for our country, our "brethren for
family, Borne for our queen ! J. V."

About ten o'clock in the morning Mahal
the Smuggler set out with this dispatch
(sealed) in his possession, to board the
Ruyter, An hour later, the dead body
of this same Mahal, strangled by Thug-
gee, la,y concealed beneath some reeds on
the edge of a desert strand, whither he
had gone to take boat to join the. vessel.

When, at a subsequent period, after the
departure of the steamship, they found
the corpse of the smuggler, M. Joshua
sought in vain for the voluminous packet
which he had intrusted to his care.
Neither was there any trace of the note
which Mahal was to have delivered to the
captain of the Ruyter. in order to be
received as passenger.

Finally, the searches and bush-whack-
ing ordered throughout the country for
the purpose of discovering Faringhea
were of no avail. The dangerous chief
of the Stranglers was never seen again in




THREE months have elapsed since Djal-
ma was thrown into Batavia Prison ac-
cused of belonging- to the murderous gang
of Megpunnas. The following" scene takes
place in France, at the commencement of
the month of February, 1832, in Cardo-
ville Manor House, an old feudal habita-
tion standing- upon the tall cliffs of Picardy
not far from Saint Valery, a dang-erous
coast on which almost every year many
ships are totally wrecked, being- driven on
shore by the northwesters, which render
the navigation of the Channel so perilous.

From the interior of the castle is heard
the howling- of a violent tempest, which
has arisen during- the night; a frequent
formidable noise, like the discharg-e of
artillery, thunders in the distance, and is
repeated by the echoes of the shore ; it is
the sea breaking with fury against the
high rocks which are overlooked by the
ancient Manor House.

It is about seven o'clock in the morning.
Daylight is not yet visible throug-h the
windows of a large room situate on the
ground-floor. In this apartment, in which


a lamp is burning, a woman of about sixty
years of age, with a simple and honest
countenance, dressed as a rich farmer's
wife of Picardy, is already occupied with
her needle-work, notwithstanding the early
hour. Close by, the husband of this wo-
man, about the same age as herself, is
seated at a large table, sorting and put-
ting up in bags divers samples of wheat
and oats. The face of this white-haired
man is intelligent and open, announcing
good sense and honesty, enlivened by a
touch of rustic humor ; he wears a shoot-
ing-jacket of green cloth, and long gaiters
of tan -colored leather, which half conceal
his black velveteen breeches.

The terrible storm which rages without
renders still more agreeable the picture
of this peaceful interior. A rousing fire
burns in a broad chimney-place faced with
white marble, and throws its joyous light
on the carefully polished floor; nothing
can be more cheerful than the old-fashioned
chintz panels over the door painted with
pastoral scenes in the style of Watteau.
A clock of Sevres china, and rosewood
furniture inlaid with green quaint and
portly furniture, twisted into all sorts of
grotesque shapes complete the decora-
tions of this apartment.

Out-doors, the gale continued to howl


furiously, and sometimes a gust of wind
would rush down the chimney, or shake
the fastenings of the windows. The man
who was occupied in sorting the samples
of grain was M. Dupont, bailiff of Cardo-
ville manor.

" Holy Virgin ! " said his wife ; " what
dreadful weather, my dear ! This M. Ro-
din, who is to come here this morning, as
the Princess de Saint-Dizier's steward
announced to us, picked out a very bad
day for it."

" Why, in truth, I have rarely heard
such a hurricane. If M. Rodin has never
seen the sea in its fury, he may feast his
eyes to-day with the sight."

"What can it be that brings this M.
Rodin, my dear ? "

" Faith ! I know nothing about it. The
steward tells me in his letter to show M.
Rodin the greatest attention, and to obey
him as if he were my master. It will be
for him to explain himself, and for me to
execute his orders, since he comes on the
part of the princess."

" By rights he should come from Made-
moiselle Adrienne, as the land belongs to
her since the death of the duke her fa-

"Yes; but the princess being aunt to
the young lady, her steward manages


Mademoiselle Adrienne's affairs so
whether one or the other, it amounts to
the same thing-."

" Maybe M. Rodin means to buy the
estate. Though, to be sure, that stout
lady who came from Paris last week on
purpose to see the chateau appeared to
have a great wish for it."

At these words the bailiff began to
laugh with a sly look.

" What is there to laug-h at, Dupont ? "
asked his wife, a very good creature, but
not famous for intelligence or penetration.

" I laugh," answered Dupont, " to think
of the face and figure of that enormous
woman : with such a look, who the devil
would call themselves Madame de la
Sainte Colombe Mrs. Holy Dove? A
pretty saint, and a pretty dove, truly !
She is round as a hogshead, with the voice
of a town-crier, has gray mustaches, like
an old grenadier, and, without her know-
ing 1 it, I heard her say to her servant :
' Stir your stumps, my hearty ! ' and yet
she calls herself Sainte Colombe."

" How hard on her you are, Dupont ; a
body don't choose one's name. And, if
she has a beard, it is not the lady's fault."

" No but it is her fault to call herself
Sainte Colombe. Do you imagine it her
true name ? Ah, my poor Catherine, you
are yet very green in some things."


" While you, my poor Dupont, are well
read in slander ! This lady seems very
respectable. The first thing 1 she asked
for on arriving- was the chapel of the
castle, of which she had heard speak.
She even said that she would make some
embellishments in it, and, when I told her
we had no church in this little place, she
appeared quite vexed not to have a curate
in the village."

" Oh, to be sure ! that's the first thought
of your upstarts to play the great lady
of the parish, like your titled people."

"Madame de la Sainte Colombe need
not play the great lady, because she is

" She ! a great lady ? Oh, lor' ! "

"Yes only see how she was dressed,
in scarlet gown, and violet gloves like a
bishop's ; and, when she took off her bon-
net, she had a diamond band round her
head-dress of false, light hair, and dia-
mond ear-drops as large as my thumb,
and diamond rings on every finger !
None of your tuppenny beauties would
wear so many diamonds in the middle of
the day."

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