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.The Adventures of Kathlyn HAROLD MAC GRATH Illustrated by Pictures from the Movine Picture Production of the Selig Polyscope Co. 4 * SYNOPSIS. Kathlyn Hare, believing her father, Col. Hare, in peril, has summoned her, leaves ber home in California to go to him in Allah a, India. Umballa. pretender to the throne, has imprisoned the colonel, named by the late king as his heir. Arriving In Allah a Kathlyn is informed by Umballa that her father being dead she is to be tiuaen, and must marry him. She refuses ana Is informed by the priests that no woman can rule unmarried. She is given •even days to think it over. CHAPTER III—Continued. Pundila’s narrative was rather long but not uninteresting. She had learned English from the old white priest who had riled during the last plague. She was of high caste; and far back In the days of the Great Mogul in Delhi her lore bears had ruled here; but strife and rebellion had driven them forth. In order that her immediate forebears might return to their native state and dwell In peace they had waived all possible rights of accession. They had found her husband standing over a dead man in the bazaars. He was kmocent. Umballa smoothed his chin. Pundita had not told her queen how he. Um balla, had made the accusation, after having been refused money by Rama bai. He secretly admired the diplo macy of the young woman. She did not at this moment care to push his enmity too far. As a matter of fact, he no longer cared about her; at least, not since his arrival at the Hare wild animal farm in California. “Where is this man Ramabai con fined?’’ demanded Kathlyn. • "In the murderers’ pit in the ele phant arena.” “Send and bring him here. I am certain that he is innocent.” So they brought in Ramabai in chains. Behind him came a Nautch girl, at whom Umballa gazed, puzzled. What part had she in this affair? He soon found out. “Who are you?” he asked. “I am Lalla Ghorf. and I live over •the shoemaker, Lai Singh, in the Kash mir Gate bazaar. I dance.” “And why are you here?” “I saw the murder. Ramabai Is in nocent. He came upon the scene only after the murderer had fled. They were fighting about me,” naively ”1 was afraid to tell till now.” “Knock off those chains.” said Kath lyn. Of Pundita she asked: “Does he, loo, speak English?” “Yes. heaven born." “Then for the present he shall be come my bodyguard. You shall both remain here in the palace.” “Ah, your majesty!” Interposed Um balla. Pundita he did not mind, but be objected to Ramabai, secretly knowing him to be a revolutionist, extremely popular with the people and*-the near by ryots (farmers), to whom he loaned money upon reasonable terms. “If I am queen, I will It,” said Kath lyn firmly. “If I am only a prisoner, end the farce at once.” “Your majesty's word Is law," and Umballa bowed, hiding as best he could his irritation. The next afternoon he began to en act the subtle plans bo had formed Kathlyn Ready for the Ordeal. regarding Kathlyn. He brought her certain documents and petitions to sign and went over them carefully with her. Once, as ahe returned a document, he caught her hand and kissed it. She withdrew it roughly, faming with anger. He spread his hands apologetically. He was on Bre for her, but he possessed admirable •ontroi. He had the right to come and go; as regent he could enter the zena sa without being accompanied by the council. Hut, thereafter, when he ar rived with the day's business she •ontrived to have Pundita near and Ramabal within call. On the sixth day he cast all discretion to the winds and seized her violently in his arms. And, though she defended her lips, her cheeks and neck were defiled. She stepped back; the hidden dagger flashed. “A step nearer,” she cried, low voiced, “and I will strike." Umballa recoiled'. This was no longer Sa'adi’s but the young woman who had mastered the lion in the railway train. Rage supplanted the passion in his k«M&. Since she would not bend, she should break. As her arm sank he sprang1 forward like a cat and seized her wrist He was not gentle. The dagger tinkled as it struck the marble floor. He stooped for it “Since you wUl not bend, break!" he said, and left the chamber, cold with fury. Kathlyn sank weakly upon her pil lows as Pundita ran to her side. “What shall I do, Pundita?" “God knows, memsahib!” “Are you a Christian?" “Vo*” .« Copyright by Harold ILacUraUU And so they comforted each other. There was a garden in the palace grounds, lovely indeed. A fountain tinkled and fat carp swam about In the fluted basin. There were trellises of flowers, too; Persian roses, despite | the fact that it was still winter. It was called the Garden of Brides. Kathlyn. attended by Pundita. await ed there the coming of Umballa and the Council. Her heart ached with bitterness and she could not think clearly. The Impression that all this was some dreadful nightmare recurred to her vividly. What terrors awaited her she knew not nor could conceive. Marry that smiling demon?—for some thing occult told her that he was a demon. No; she was ready to die. . . . And but a little while ago she had been working happily in the out door studio; the pet leopard sprawled at her feet; from the bungalow she heard the nightingale voice of Winnie, soaring In some aria of Verdi's; her father was dozing on the veranda. Out of that, into this! It was incred ible. From time to time she brushed her forehead, bewildered. In this mood, bordering on the hys terical (which is sometimes but a step to supreme courage), Durga Bam, so called Umballa, and the Council found her. The face of the former was cold, his eyes steady and expression less. "Has your majesty decided?" asked the eldest of the Council. “Yes” .quietly. “And your decision is?” “No, absolutely and finally. There is no reason why I should obey any of your laws; but there is a good rea son why all of you shall some day be punished for this outrage.” “Outrage! To be made queen of Al laha?*’ The spokesman for the Coun cil stamped his foot in wrath. “Think!" said Umballa. “I have thought. Let us have no more of this cat-and-mouse play. I re fuse to marry you. I'd much prefer any beggar in the street. There is nothing more to be said." “There are worse things than mar riage.” What manner of Indignities have you arranged for me?” Her voice was firm, but the veins in her throat beat so hard that they stifled her. Said the spokesman of the council: "We have found a precedent. We find that one hundred and ninety years ago a like case confused the Council of that day. They finally agreed that she must submit to two ordeals with wild beasts of the jungle. If she survived she ias to be permitted to rule with out hindrance. It would be a matter for the gods to decide.” “Are you really human beings?*’ asked Kathlyn, her Ups dry. “Can you possibly commit such a dreadful crime against one who has never harmed you, who asks for nothing but the free dom to leave this country?” Pundita secretly caught Katblyn’s hand and pressed it. "Once more!” said Umballa, his compassion touched for the first time. But he had gone too far; for the safety of his own head he must go on. “I am ready!” The four men salaamed gravely. They turned, the flowing yellow robes of the Council fluttering in the wind, the sun lighting with green and red fires the hilt of Umballa's sword. Not one of them but would have emptied his private coffers to undo what he had done. It was too late. Already a priest had announced the Ordeals to the swarming populace. You feed a tiger to pacify him; you give a pop ulace a spectacle. That night Cmballa did not rest par ticularly well. But he became de termined upon one thing; no actual harm should befall Kathlyn. He would have a marksman hidden nearby in both ordeals. What a woman! 9he was a queen, and he knew that he would go through all the hells of Hind to call her his Long ere this he would have looted the treasure chests and swept her up on Ills racing ele phant had he dared. Sa'adi’s hourl! A thousand times he heard it through the night: "I am ready!’’ CHAPTER IV. The Two Ordeals. Meantime L.al Singh was hurrying on a racing cnmel toward the railway, toward Simla, more than a thousand miles away. He was happy. Here was the long delayed opportunity for the hand of the British raj; a captive white woman What better excuse was ! needed? There would be armed Sikhs and Gurkas and Tommies near Rawal Pindi. Ai! how time moved, how fate twisted! How the finest built castle in schemes came clatter ing down! At the very moment when he had secretly worked upon the king to throw himself into the protecting arms ot the British raj--assassinated! The Council? The,egg of Brahma was strangely hatched—this curious old world! . Ahmed remaiued hidden In the ba zaars, to await the ordeals. Nothing should harm his mistress; he was ready now and at all times to lay down his life for her; in this the British raj came second. He had sent a courier to Bruce Sahibs bungalow, but the man had returned to report that It was still unoccupied* And while he bjt his nails in futile wrath and smoked till his tongue grew bitter, some miles away there was much confusion in the jungle by the water. Tents were being set up, na tive bearers and coolies were running to and fro, bulldin* fires, carrying wa ter, hobbling the pack elephants. Wan dering in and out this animated scene was a young man, clean shaven, deeply tanned, with blue eyes which were di rect. small pupiled, yet kindly. Pres ently he called to one of the headmen. “All, you might send three or four men on to'the bungalow to clean up things. We shall make It to morrow. It’s but two hours’ ride, but there’s no hurry; and besides there's a herd of elephants behind us somewhere. They’ve come up far for this time of year.” "Yes. sahib.’’ “Any news worth while?” All made a gesture; it signified a great many things. “Bruce Sahib will not believe.” “Believe what?” said Bruce, empty ing his pipe against his heel. “There is a white queen in the city.” “What? What bally nonsense is this?" "It is only what I've been told sahib. Hare Sahib is dead.” Bruce let his pipe slip through his fingers. “Hare? Good Lord!” "Yes, sahib. But that is not all. It seems the king went mad after we went to Africa. You remember how Hare Sahib saved him from the leop ard? Well, he made Hare Sahib his heir. He had that right; the law of the childless king has always read so In Aliaha. The white queen is Hare Sahib’s daughter.” Bruce leaned against a tent pole. “Am I dreaming or are you?" he gasped. “It is what they tell me, sahib. I know it not as a fact.” “The king dead, Hare dead, and his daughter on the throne! How did she get here? And what the devil is a chap to do?” Bruce stooped and re covered his pipe and swore softly. ‘‘All, if this is true, then it’s some devil work; and I’ll wager my shooting eye that that sleek scoundrel Umballa, as they call him, is at the bottom of it. A white woman, good old Hare’s daughter. I’ll look into this.” The native who had spread this as tounding news In Bruce’s camp was al ready hastening back to the city, some 14 miles away. He had been a bhisti (water carrier) to the house of Ramabai up to the young banker’s incarceration. To him, then, he car ried the news that a white hunter had arrived outside the city—“Bruce Sahib has returned!" Ramabai lost no time in taking this news to Kathlyn. Ramabai, l nave saved your lire; save mine. Go at once to him and tell him that I am a prisoner but am called a queen; tell him I am Colonel Hare’s daughter, she who traveled with him on the same ship from Hongkong to Singapore. Go! Tell him all, the death of my father and Umballa’s treachery. Hasten!" Bruce was eating his simple evening meal when Ramabai arrived. “Bruce Sahib?” “Yes. Your face is familiar.” “You have been twice to my bank. I am Ramabai.” “I remember. But what are you do ing here?” “I have come for aid, sahib, aid for a young woman, white like yourself.” “Then it is true? Go ahead and let me have all the facta. She Is Hare Sahib’s daughter; All told me that Precious rigainarole of some sort The facts!” "She is also the young lady who traveled in the same boat from Hong kong to Singapore.” Ramabai paused to see the effect of this Information. Bruce lowered his fork slowly. The din about him dwindled away into nothing. He was again leaning over the rail, watching the phosphorescence trail away, a shoulder barely touching his: one of the few women who had ever stirred him after the first glance. In God's name, why hadn’t she said something? “I snaN'enter the city as soon as 1 can Kettle my bungalow. This rather knocks me out." "No, sahib; don’t wait; come back with me!” Quickly he outlined the des perate straits in which Kathlyn stood. “Tomorrow may be too late.” "Ali!” called Bruce, rising. "Yes, sahib.” “The pasha. No questions. Give him water. Use the hunting howdah. Both guns and plenty of cartridges. That’s all.” ‘‘There will be many pitfalls, sahib,” said Ramabai. "Indeed!” “I have some influence with the populace, but Umballa has the army, paid for. The priests and the Council are back of him. And, after all, the priests are most to be feared. They can always sway the people through fear.” Bruce laughed again. "Either Kath lyn Hare will be free tomorrow or Um balla and the Council meat for the jackals ... or I shall be,” he added, in afterthought. "No, do not speak till I speak. I wish to think, for I’ve got to act quickly; I can’t make any mistakes when I get there.” Far away a brown figure in clout and turban watched the young man. When he saw the elephant with the hunting howdah he knew that he had the information for which his master had detailed him to follow, night and day, the young banker Ramabai. The white hunter was coming hot-foot to the city. He turned and ran. Running was his business; he was as tireless as a camel and could run 20 and 30 miles at a stretch. The soles of his feet were as tough as elephant’s hide. Thus he reached the city an hour be fore Bruce and Ramabai. When Bruce and the native banker arrived at the gate coolies stood about with torches. Suddenly beyond the gate half a regiment drew up. The officer in charge raised his hand warn ingly. “The white hunter Is Bruce Sahib?” “Yes.” Bruce spoke the dialects with passable fluency. “Good. The sahib will be pleased to dismount.” “I am on my way to the palace.” "That is impossible, sahib.” At a sign from the officer the troopers ex tended their guns at half aim. It was a necessary precaution. These white sahibs were generally a mad people and were quick to shoot. “Please dis mount, sahib. It is the orders.” Two troopers stepped forward and took possession of the rifles which were,slung on each side of the howdah. Bruce accepted the situation philo sophically; argument or protest was futile. Next they took away his car tridge belt. He trembled for a moment with apprehension, but the troopers did not search him further; and he thanked God for the wisdom which had made him strap his revolvers under his armpits. “What now?” he demanded. "The sahib will be given his guns and ammunition the hour be starts back to camp.” "And In the meantime?” "The sahib is free to come and go about the city so long as he does not approach the palace. If he is found in the vicinity of the zenana he will be arrested and imprisoned.” “This is all very high handed.” “Sahib, there is no British raj here. The orders of the regent and the Council' are final. Submit.” “Very well.” “Ramabai!" Ramabai stepped forward. By a kind of clairvoyance he saw whut was coming. “Ramabai, the orders are that you shall retire to your house and remain there till further orders.” “I am the queen’s bodyguard." “Ai! Well said! But 1 do not take my orders from the queen—yet. Obey. The sahib may accompany you if he wishes; there are no orders against that.” “We have been betrayed,” said Ra mabai. “I know not how." “You were followed. A moment,” said Bruce, turning to the officer. “I have a servant by the name of Rao. “I Have Come for Aid, Sahib.” I believe he acted as bearer to the young lady at the palace. What baa become of him?” The officer smiled and shook h!a head. "Rao Is a prisoner, then,” thought the young man. "That black scoundrel Umballa is at least thorough." Aloud he said: "We shall go at ouce to your house. Ramabai." And all through the night they planned and planned, but not knowing where the first ordeal was to take place, nor the hour, they found them selves going round In a circle, getting nowhere. To a man of action like Bruce it was maddening. He slept a little before dawn, and was aroused by voices below. He listened. "I am Jawahir Lai, the water car rler. Each day at dawn I water the : garden of Ramabai to pay a debt. " Bruce looked toward Ramabai, who slept the sleep of the profcundly wearied. A bhisti; perhaps a messen ger. “Go around to the rear gate,' which can be opened,’1’ said the trooper. Bruce went to the window- overlook ing the garden. He saw the water carrier enter through the bamboo gate, j heard the water slosh about jerkily as the bhisti .emptied his goatskin. He watched the man curiously: saw him drop the skin and tiptoe toward the house, glance right and left alertly. Then he disappeared. Presently at the head of the stairs Bruce heard a whisper—"Ramabai! ” “Who Is it?" Bruce whispered in the dialect. "Ahmed." Ahmed. Who was Ahmed? Bruce shook Ramabai. "Ahmed is here. Who is he?” he asked softly. “Ahmed?" drowsily. Then, wide awake enough: “Abmpd? He was Hare Sahib’s head animal man. Where is he?” “Hush! Not so loud. Come up, Ahined: I am Bruce. Let us speak in English.” / x ''Good!" Ahmed came into the chamber. “To see Bruce Sahib is good. Tomorrow my master’s daugh ter Is to be carried into the jungle. The memsahib is to be tied inside a tiger trap, bait for the cat. That is the first ordeal.” “Shaitan!” murmured Ramabai. “Go on, Ahmod.’’ “The cage will be set near the old peepul tree, not far from the south gate. Now, you sahib, and you, Rama bai must hide somewhere near. It is ' the law that if she escapes the ordeal from unexpected sources she is free, at least till the second ordeal. I know not what that is at present or when it i3 to take place. The troops will be there, and the populace, the Council, the priests, and Umballa. I shall have two swift camels near the clump of bamboo. I may not be there, but some one will. She must be hurried off before the confusion dies away. Must, sahib. There must be no second ordeal.” “But how am I to get out of here?" asked Ramabai. “Guards all about, and doubtless bidden to shoot if I stir!” "Tch! Teh!” clicked Ahmed. He unwound his dirty turban and slipped out of the ragged shirtlike frock. “These and the water skin below. A bhisti entered, a bhisti goes out. What is simpler than that? It is not light enough for the soldiers to notice.” "Ahmed,” said Bruce, bolding out his hand, “you’re a man.” “Thanks, sahib,” drily. “But hasten! At dawn tomorrow, or late tonight, R% mabat returns with a full water skin. The memsahib must at least stand the ordeal of terror, for she is guarded too well. Yet, if they were not going to bind her, I should not worry. She has animal magic in her eye, in her voice. I have seen wild beasts grow still when she spoke. Who knows? Now, I sleep.” Bruce and Ramabai had no difficulty in passing the guards. They wisely made a wide detour to the peepul tree, which they climbed, disturbing the apes and the parrakeets. Somewhere near 8 o’clock they heard the creaking of wheels and a murmur of voices. Shortly into the range of vision drew a pair of bullocks, pulling a tiger trap toward the clear ing. When Bruce saw this damnable thing he understood, and he shook with horror and voiceless rage. He caught Ramabai by the arm so savage ly that a low cry came from the brown man’s lips. Patience, sauiD: ne warned, nun out you what will the memsahlb do? They will tie her in that and liberate a tiger. The rest lies with you, sahib.” "Rainabai. as God hears me, some oue shall pay for this!” . . . “Hush!" again warned Ramabai, hugging his perch. L«ater by half an hour Bruce wit nessed a spectacle such aa few white men, happily for their reason, are per mitted to see. Kathlyn, in her royal robes (for ordeals of this character were ceremonials), a necklace of won derful emeralds about her throat, stepped from her palanquin and stood waiting From other vehicles and con veyances stepped Umballa, the Coun cil. and the yellow-robed priests. He saw the bejeweled turban of Um balla bend toward the girl, and it was hard to resist taking a pot at the men. Kt.thl.vn shook her head. Thereupon she was led to the trap, her hands bound, and the rope round her waist attached securely to the ring. Ah, they talked about it that night In the surging bazaars, in' the pr.lace. wherever two persons came together: how the white hunter had appeared from nowhere, rushed toward the trap as the tiger approached, entered and dropped the door, blazed away at the beast, who turned tail and limped off into the jungle. Ai! It was a sight for eyes. They could laugh behind Uinballa’s back, the gutter born, the iron-heeled upstart; they could riddle (confidentially) the Council with rude jests. The law was the law; and none, net even the priests in their shaven pells and yellow robes, might slip be yond the law as it read. The first ordeal was over. Nor. as the law read, could they lay hands upon this brave young man. Ai! it was good. Umballa must look elsewhere for his chief wife; the memsahib would not adorn his zenana. "Thank you,” Kathlyu had said. "Somehow i knew you would come.” And what she had seen in his eyes had made her tremble visibly for the first time that day. (TO BE CONTINUKD.) Young Sandy’s Shrewdness. There is a lad in a certain Scot tish town who is noted for his shrewd ness. The other day he was sent by his father to a neighboring public house with the following order: "Please send to our house ten doz en ale." Now, it so happens that one of the publican’s faults Is a propensity to poke his nose into other people’s busi ness. and so when he had read the order he could not help ejaculating: “Guid gracious, laddie, and what ever is yer fether garni tae dae. wi’ sac muckle ale?" For a moment Johnnie was puzzled, knowing that his father wouldn't like him to exactly tell the truth. Then an idea occurred to him and^he quietly replied: ‘Tm no verra sure, hut I think he’s gaun tae mak’ a cork frame and he’ll need the corks.”—New York Tribune. Burst of Eloquence. This is from Australia: “Gentle men, a member of the house has taken advantage of my absence to tweak my nose behind my back. I hope that the next time he abuses me behind my back like a coward he will do it to my face like • man, and not go skulking into the thicket to assail a gentleman who isn’t present to de fend himself.’’ Human Strides. Many correspondents have been testing t he length of their stride—even those small boys who pace out the length of a cricket pitch in assurance that 22 long steps make 22 yards. But a walker—from the ctty—avers that he comes as near as most to tile yard to the step on a long walk. He stands live feet eight and one-half inches, has a swing from the hips, and has al ways between milestones stepped from 1,690 to 1,710 paces to the mile. That, of course, is a solitary walk. In a reg iment the pace must be set by the average of the longest and shortest stepper.—London Chronicle. Avalanches Made to Order. By means of electric mines placed deep in the congealed n^res mantling the crests of the Swi-i Alps ava lanches are being manufactured to or der for the benefit of moving picture photographers and others who find the sport attractive enough to pay the prices charged. The mines are con nected by cable with a magneto in the valley, and when all is ready a push of the control lever fulminates a large quantity of gunpowder up on the side of the mountain and down comes the artificial avalanche with all the terrifying rush and roar of a natural landslide.—Elecrtical World. LIVE WIRE IN GROWING TREE Limbs Have Fastened It Securely in. Place Without Causing Percep tible Damage. New York.—Where overhead wires are run through the branches of trees, complaints from the owners of the trees that the wires are killing or in-, juring the trees are frequent. There is a story that on one oc casion a property owner sent a bill to an electric light company for the value of a tree which he claimed had been; killed by coming in contact with a live wire. An agent of the claim de partment of the company investigated the matter anti found that the tree was still alive, but that the wire was' dead. He thereupon reported the facts as found by him to the company and Tree Branch That Has Grown Around Live Wires. recommended that the owner of the tree be sent a counter bill, as it ap peared that the tree had killed the wire instead of being killed by it. That the damage done to trees by wires passing through but in contact with the branches is much exagger ated is something that any lineman will state. The accompanying photo graph shows a case w'here a wire has been in contact with a tree trunk so long that the tree has grown around it and securely fastened it in place. The wire is the lowest one in the pic ture and years ago was protected with "tree insulation" (a split wooden tube) when it iay in the crotch of the tree. But in later years the tree hasi grown up around the wire so that thej crotch is now just below the next' higher wire. The picture was taken in the late winter before the leaves had appeared so that the leafless condition of the tree does not mean that it is dead. On the contrary, in summer the leaves almost hide the wires so that a satisfactory photograph of them could not be obtained at that time.— Modern Mechanics. SHE-FURY, TERROR TO MEN With a Butcher Knife She Cuts Up a Village Dog, Then Wields an Ax. Oxford, Pa.—It took five strong farmhands to put a pair of handcuffs upon one small woman, Mrs. Jethro Allison of Kelton, Pa., just after she had held up a live pup and disem boweled It with one stroke of a butch er knife. It was while the family and neigh bors who witnessed the operation were hunting places of refuge that they gave the call to arms that brought Constable Forest McNeil to the scene with five sturdy assistants. In the meantime, Mrs. Allison had armed herself with an ax and mobil ized her entire army, making an at tack upon the home of her mother. Mrs. Mary- Haynes, where she dis patched another pup and demolished all the season's canned fruit and household furniture. As she was rest ing after her onslaught. McNeil man aged by strategy to get hold of the ax, and his five trusties rushed in to effect a capture. They succeeded, but only after practically every one of the invading force had been scratched, beaten, and bitten ;intil scarcely recog-, nlzable. The Allison woman was taken to Jail, where it was learned that she had Just finished serving a sentence in the house of correction for stabbing a man near Holmesburg. 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