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    .The Adventures of
Kathlyn
HAROLD MAC GRATH
Illustrated by Pictures from the Movine Picture
Production of the Selig Polyscope Co.
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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.
WHY THE INDIANS ARE RED
German Doctor Evolves Queer Theory
About Coloring of Skin of the
Human Race.
Philadelphia.—A German doctor has.
evolved a queer theory about the col
oring of the human race—that the
tint of the skin is determined by the
food eaten.
Originally, he declares, the human
species was black, because our prim
itive forefathers subsisted on fruits
and roots containing manganese. The
American redskins owe their color to
the consumption of raw flesh. The
Mongols are yellow because of their
descent from a tribe which consumed
great quantities of herbs rich in chlo-;
ride; and the Caucasians have to thank
the salt, for which they have so great
a liking, for their dainty pink and!
white or delicate brunette complex
ions.
SIX SNAKES ON A PITCHFORK
But Indiana Farmer la Put to Flight
by Bullanake’s Wriggling
Advance.
Connersville, Ind.—A half-dozen
blacksnakes transfixed with a four
pronged pitchfork left Hosea Long of
Orange township in a class by himself
among local snake killers for the sea
son.
He sighted the writhing snakes
when turning windrows in an alfalfa
field. Spearing the mass, he was put
to flight by a bullsnake which started
to climb the pitchfork handle. He re
turned with another fork and killed it
and others which, like it, had been
pierced by the prongs.
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