KAZONNDÉ. 357. brought me a nota from hîm, tied round his neck, He says Harris and Negoro hâve carrîed off Mrs. Weldon, Jack, and Mr. Bcnedict He did not know where. Hâve patience, and we will find them yet." " And where's Nan ? " muttered Tom, in a low voice. " Dead," replied Dick, and was about to add more, when a hand was laid upon hts shoulder, and a voice that he knew too well exclaimed, — " Well, my young frïend, how are you .' I am glad to see you again." He tumed round quitkly. Harris stood bcfore him, "Where^ is Mrs. Weldon .' " askcd Dick -impetuously. " Ah, poor thing ! " answersd Harris, with an air of dcep commisération. "WhatI isshedead?" Dick almost shriekcd ; "where is her child ? " " Poor little fellow ! " saîd Harris, în the same mournful tone. Thèse insinuations, that those în whose welfare he was so Ueeply interested had succumbed to thc hardships of the joumeyj avoke in Dick's mind a suddsn and irrésistible désire for vengeance, Darting forwards he scized the icutla-ss that Harris wore in his bclt, and plungcd it into his Wth a yell and a cursc, the American fell dead at his reet
