> The Adventures of [ Kathlyn By HAROLD MAC GRATH Illustrated by Pictures from the Moving Picture Production of the Selig Polyscope Co. « SYNOPSIS. Kathlyn Hare, bellevli.g her father. Col. Hare. In peril, has' summoned her. leaves her home In California to go to him In Alfaha, India, tlmballa. pretender to the throne, has Imprisoned the colonel, named by the late king as Ills heir. Arriving in AUaha Kathlyn Is informed by Umballa that her father being dead she Is to bo queen, and must marry him. She refuses and Is Informed by the priests that no woman can rule unmarried. She Is given aeven days to think It over. She still re fuses. and Is told that she must undergo two ordeals with wild beasts. If she sur vives she will be permitted to rule. John Bruce, an American, saves her life. The elephant which carries her from the scene of her trials runs away, separating her from Bruce and the rest of the party. She takes refuge in a ruined temple, but this haven Is the abode of a lion and she la forced to flee from It. She finds a re treat In the Jungle only to fall Into the hands of slave traders. Kathlyn Is brought to the public mart in Allaha and sold to Umballa. who. finding her still un submissive. throws her Into the dungeon with her father. CHAPTER IX. The Colonel in Chains. The colonel and Umballa swayed back and forth. Umballa sank to his knees and then fought madly to rise; but the hands at his throat were the hands of a madman, steel, resist less. The colonel’s chains clanked sharply. Lower and lower went Um balla’s head; he saw death peering Into the cell His cry rattled in his throat. Not a sound from Kathlyn. She watched the battle, unfeeling as mar ble. Let the wretch die; let him feel the fear of death; let him suffer as be had made others suffer. What new complications might follow Um balla’s death did not alarm her. How pould she be any worse off than she was? He had polluted her cheeks with his kisses. He had tortured and shamed her as few white women have been. Mercy? He had said that day that he knew not the word. "Ah, you dog! Haven t I prayed God for days for this chance? You black caha! Die!” But Umballa was not to die that moment or in that fashion. That nervous energy which had in fused the colonel with the strength of a lion went out like a spark, and as quickly. Umballa rolled from his paralyzed fingers and lay on the floor, gasping and sobbing. Hare fell back against the pillar, groaning. The ces sation of dynamic nerve force filled him with racking pains and a piti able weakness. But for the pillar he would have hung by his chains. | Kathlyn, with continued apathy, Btared down at her enemy. He was not dead. He would kill them both now. Why, she asked with sudden passion, why this misery? What had she done in her young life to merit ft? Underfed, dressed in grass, harassed by men and wild beasts— Why? ! Umballa edged out of danger and eat up, feeling tenderly of his throat. *Next he picked up his turban and crawled to the open door. He pulled himself up and stood there, weakly. But there was venom enough in his eyes. The tableau lasted a minute or two; then slowly he closed the door, bolted it, and departed. This ominous silence awoke the old terror in Kathlyn’s heart far more than verbal threats would have done. There would be reprisal, something [finished in cruelty. . "My dear, my dear!” She ran over ‘to her father and flung her arms about him, supporting him and moth ering him. An hour passed. i "All In, Kit; all in; haven't the Strength of a cat Ah, great God! If that strength had but lasted a mo ment longer! Well, he's still alive. But, O, my Kit, my golden Kit, to see .you here is to be tortured like th^e damned. And it is all my fault all mine!" The man who had once been so strong sobbed hysterically. , "Hush, hush!” “There were rare and wonderful Jewels of which I alone knew the hi ding place. But God knows that it was not greed; 'I wanted them for you and Winnie. I knew you were here. Trust that black devil to announce the fact to me . . . God! what I haven’t suffered In the way of suspense! Kit .Kit what has he done to you?” Briefly she recounted her adven tures, and when she had dope he bowed his head upon her bare shoul der and wept as only strong men, made weak, weep. : To Kathlyn it was terrible. "Father, don’t, don't! You hurt me! 1 can’t atand it!” Afte a while he said: "What shall we do. Kit; what shall we do?" "I will marry him. father,” she an swered quietly. "We can take our re venge afterward.” "What!” "If it will save you.” "Child, let me rot here. What! Would you trust him, knowing his false heart as you do? The moment you married him would be my death krarrant »No, no! If you weaken now J shall curse you. curse you, my Kit! There has been horror enough. 1 can fdle.” ‘Well, and so can I, father.” Silence. Afar a cockatoo shrilled; a laugh came faintly through the win dow, and later the tinkle of music. Vp above the world was going on the same as usual. Trains were hurrying to and fro; the great ships were going down the sapphire seas; children were at play, and the world wide marts were busying with the daily affairs of men. s "Jewels!” she murmured, gazing at the sky beyond the grilled window. Was there ever a precious stone that lay not In the shadow of blood and misery? Poor, poor, foolish father! As if Jewels were In beauty a tithe of the misery they begot! “Ay, Kit, Jewels; sapphires and rubies and emeralds, diamonds and pearls and moonstones. And I wanted them for my pretty cubs! Cfmballa ■j, f opyright by Harold MacOntttt knew that I would return for them and laid hia plans. But were they not mine?” “Yes, If you Intended to rule these people; no, if you thought to take them away. Do you not know that to Winnie and me a hair of your head is more precious than the Koh-i-noor? We must put our heads together and plan some way to get out." She dropped her arms from his shoulders and walked about the cell, searching every stone. Their only hope lay in the window, and that ap peared impossible since she had no means of filing through her father's chains and the bars of the window. She returned and sat down beside her father and rested her aching head on her knees, thinking, thinking. Bruce, struggling with the soldiers (and long since their fat flesh had been stung into such activity!), saw Umballa appear in the corridor. “Durga Ram,” he cried, with a furi ous effort to free his arms, "Durga Ram, you damnable scoundrel, it would be wise for you to kill me, here and now, for if I ever get free, God help you! O, I shan’t kill you; that would be too merciful. But I’ll break your bones, one by one, and never more shall you stand and walk. Do you hear me? Where is Kathlyn Hare? She is mine!" Umballa showed his teeth in what was an attempt to smile. He still saw flashes of Are before his eyes, and it was yet difficult to breathe natural ly. Still, he could twist this white1 man's heart, play with him. “Take him away. Put him outside the city gates and let him go." Bruce was greatly astonished at this sign of clemency. But, added Umballa, crossing his lips with his tongue, “place him against a wall and shoot him if he is caught within the city. He is mad, and therefore 1 am lenient. There is no white woman in the palace or in the royal zenana. Off with him!” “You lie, Durga Ram! You found her in the slave mart today.” Umballa shrugged and waved his hand. He could have had Bruce shot at once, but it pleased him to dangle death before the eyes of his rival. He was no fool; he saw the trend of af fairs. This young white man loved Kathlyn Hare. All the better, in view of what was to come. Bruce was conducted to the gate and rudely pushed outside. He turned savagely, but a dozen black officers convinced him that this time he would meet death. Ah, where was Ali, and Ahmed, and the man Lai Singh, who was to notify the English? He found Ali at camp, the chief mahout having been conducted there in an improvised litter. He recounted his experiences. "I was helpless, sahib." “No more than I am, Ali. But be of good cheer; Umballa and I shall meet soon, man to man.” “Allah is Allah; there is no God but God.” "And sometimes," said Bruce, mood ily, “he watches over the innocent.” “Ahmed is at Hare Sahib's camp.” “Thanks, Ali; that’s the best news I have heard yet Ahmed will find a way. Take care of yourself. I’m off!” When Umballa appeared before the Council their astonishment knew no bounds. The clay tinted skin, the •-—■- -- ~ ,^>. VvV.- | The Baboon Receiving Kathlyn’s Message. shaking hands, the disheveled gar ments—what had happened to this schemer whom ill luck had made their master? He explained. "I went too near our prisoner. A flash of strength was enough. They shall be flogged.” . "But the woman!” "Woman? She is a tiger-cat, and tiger-cats must sometimes be flogged. It is my wilL Now I have news for you. There is another sister, younger and weaker. Our queen,” and he sa laamed ironically, "our queen did not know that her father lived, and there I made my first mistake.” "But she will now submit to save him!” “Ah? would indeed that were the case. But tiger-cats are always tiger cats, and nothing will bend this maid; she must be broken, broken. It is my will,” with a flash of fire in his eyes. The Council salaamed. Umballa’s will must of necessity be theirs, hate him darkly as they might • ••••• • The bungalow of Colonel Hare was something on the order of an armed camp. Native animal keepers, armed with rifles, patrolled the menagerie. No one was to pass the cordon with out explaining frankly his business, whence he came, and whither he was bound. By the knees of one of the sentries a little native child was playing. From time to time the happy father would stoop and pat her head. Presently there was a stir about j camp. An elephant shuffled into the clearing. He was halted, made to kneel, and Ahmed stepped out of the howdah. The little girl ran up to Ahmed Joy fully and begged to be put into the howdah. Smiling, Ahmed set her in the howdah, and the mahout bade the elephant to rise, but, interested in some orders by Ahmed, left the beast to his own devices. The child called and the elephant walked off quietly. So long as he remained within range of vision no one paid any attention to him. Finally he paused under a tree near the cages and reached up for some leaves. The child caught hold of a limb and gleefully crawled out upon it some distance beyond the ele phant's reach. Once more, she be came frightened, not daring to crawl back. She prattled “elephant talk,” but the old fellow could not reach her. The baboon in the nearby cage set up a chattering. The child ordered the elephant to rise on his hind legs. He placed his fore legs on the roof of the baboon's cage, which caved in, rather disturbing the elephant’s calm. He sank to the ground. The baboon leaped through the open ing and made off to test his unex pected liberty. He was frltendly and tame, but freedom was just then para mount The elephant remained under the tree, as if pondering, while the child began to cry loudly. One of the na tives saw her predicament and hast ened away for assistance. Ahmed was greatly alarmed over the loss of the baboon. It was a camp pet of Colonel Hare's*and ran free in camp whenever the colonel was there. He had captured it when a mere baby in British East Africa. The troglo dyte, with that strange reasoning yet untranslatable, loved the colonel de votedly and followed him about like a dog and with a scent far keener. So Ahmed and some of the keepers set off in search of the colonel’s pet. He went about the search with only half a heart. Only a little while be fore he had received the news of what had happened in the slave mart that afternoon. It seemed incredible. To have her fall into Umballa’s hands thus easily, when he and Bruce Sahib had searched the jungle far and wide! Well, she was alive; praise Allah for that; and where there was life there was hope. Later Kathlyn was standing under the cell window gazing at the yellow sunset. Two hours had gone, and no sign of Lmballa yet She shuddered. Had she been alone she would have hunted for something sharp and dead ly. But her father; not before him. She must wait. One thing was posi tive and absolute: Umballa should never embrace her; she was too strong and desperate. “Kit!" /v’v'rV “Yes, father.” • “I have a sharp piece of metal In my pocket Could you . . . My God, by my hand! . . . whan he comes?" “Yes, father; I am not afraid to die, and death seems all that remains. I should blees you. He will be a tiger now.” "My child, God was good to give' me a daughter like you.” She turned to him this time and pressed him to her heart. “It grows dark suddenly,” he said. Kathlyn glanced over her shoulder at the window. “Why, it's a baboon!” she explained. “Jock, Jock!” cried her father ex citedly. x lit; uauuuu uitiuereu. “Kit, it’s Jock I used to tell you about He Is tame and follows me about like a dog. Jock, poor Jock!” “Father, have you a pencil?” "A pencil?" blankly. “Yes, yes! 4 I can write a note and attach it to Jock. It’s a chance." “Good Lord! and you’re cool enough to think like that!” The colonel went through his pockets feverishly. "Thank God, here’s an old stub! But paper?" Kathlyn tore off a broad blade of grass from her dress and wrote care fully upon it If it fell into the hands of the natives they would not under stand. If the baboon returned to camp. . . . It made her wealf to realize how slender the chance was. She took the tabaret and placed It beneath the window and stood upon It "Jock, here, Jock!” The baboon gave her his paws. Deftly she tied the blade of grass round his neck. Then she struck her hands together violently. The baboon vanished, frightened at this unex pected treatment “He is gone." The colonel did not reply, but began to examine his chains minutely. "Kit, there's no getting me out of here without flies. If there is any rescue you go and return. Promise.” “I promise." Then they sat down to wait And Ahmed in his search came to the river. Some natives were swim ming and sporting in the water. Ah med put a question. O, yes, they had seen the strange looking ape (for bar boons were not usual in this part of the world); he had gone up one of the trees near by. Colonel Hare had al ways used a peculiar whistle to bring Jock, and Ahmed resorted to this de vice. Half an hour’B perseverance re warded him; and then he found the blade of grass. “Dungeon window by tree. Kath lyn.” • That was sufficient for Ahmed. He turned the baboon over to the care of one of his subordinates and hurried away to Bruce’s camp, only to find that he had gone to the colonel’s. Away went Ahmed again, tireless. He found Bruce pacing the bungalow frontage. “Ahmed!" „r , , -•^ , - - t "Yes, sahib. Listen." He told his tale quickly. “The guards at all the gates have orders to shoot me if they catch me within the walls of the city. I must disguise myself in some way." “I’ll find you an Arab burnoose, sahib, and that will hide you. It will be daak by the time we reach the city, and we'll enter by one of the other gates. That will allay suspicion. First we must seek the house of Ra mabai. I need money for bribery.” Bruce searched his wallet. It was empty. He had given all he had to the Brahmin. "You lead, Ahmed. I am dazed.” In the city few knew anything about Ahmed, not even the keenest of llin balla’s spies. Umballa had his sus picions, but as yet he could prove nothing. To the populace ho was a harmless animal trainer who was only too glad not in any way to be impli cated with his master. So they let him alone. Day by day he waited for the report from I.al Singh, but so far he had heard nothing except that the British raj was very busy killing the Preparing to Rescue Kathlyn. followers of the Mahdi In the Sudan. It was a subtle inference that for the present all aliens in Allaha must look out for themselves. “Sahib,” he whispered, “I have learned something. Day after day I have been waiting, hoping. Colonel Sahib lives, but where I know not.” "Lives! ” “Ai! In younder prison where later we go. He lives. That is enough for his servant. He is my father and my mother, and I would die for him and his. Ah! Here is the north gate. Bend your head, sahib, when we pass.” They entered the city without mis hap. No one questioned them. In deed, they were but two in a dozen who passed in at the same time. They threaded the narrow streets quickly, skirting the glow of many dung fires for fear that Bruce's leggings might be revealed under the burnoose. When at length they came to the house of Ramabai they did not seek to enter the front, but chose th6 gate in the rear of the garden. The moon was up and the garden was almost as light as day. “Ramabai!” called Bruce in a whis per. The dreaming man seated at a table came out of his dream with a stall. A servant ran to the gate. “Who calls?” demanded Ramabia, suspicious as all conspirators ever are. “It is I, Bruce,” was the reply in English, flinging aside hl3 burnoose. "Bruce Sahib? Open!” cried Ra mabai, "What d° you here? Have you found her?” Ramabai's wife, Pundita, came frcur the house. She recognized Bruce im mediately. "The memsahib! Hare you found her?” “Just a moment. Kathlyn Memsahib j la in one of the palace dungeons. She mast be liberated tonight We need money to bribe what sentries are about" Bruce went on to relate the incident of the baboon. “This proves that the note was written not more than three bours ago. She probably will be held there till morning. This time we’ll place her far beyond the reach of Umballa.” "Either my money or my life. In a month from now ..." "What?” asked Ahmed. "Ah, I must not tell.” Pundlta stole clone to Ramabai. Ahmed smiled. "We have elephants but a little way outside the city. We have pulling chains. Let us be off at once, it is not necessary to enter the city, for this window, Ahmed says, is on the out side. We can easily approach the wall In a roundabout way without being seen. Have you money?" I'Yom his belt Ramabai produced some gold. ‘That will be sufficient To you, then, the bribing. The men, should there be any, will hark to you. Come!” concluded Bruce, Impatient to be off. ‘ And I?” timidly aske “But first,” cooed Ahmed, “ he shall wear out the soles of his pig’s feet in the treadmill. It is written. I am a Mohammedan. Yet sometimes these vile fakirs have the gift of seeing into the future. And one has seen . . •” He paused. "Seen what?" demanded Bruce. “I must not put false hopes in your hearts. But this I may say: Trials will eo^ne, bitter and heart burning; a storm, a whirlwind, a fire; but peace Is after that. But Allah uses us as his tools. Let us haste!” "And I?” said Ramabai, sending a piercing glance at Ahmed. But Ahmed smiled and shook his head. “Wait and see Ramabai. Some day they will call you the Fortunate. Let us hurry. My memsahlb waits.” "What did this fakir see?’’ whis pered Bruce as he donned his burnoose again. “Many wonderful things; but ..per haps the fakir lied. They all lie. Yet . . . Hurry!” The quartet passed out of the city unmolested. Ramabai’s house was ! supposed to be under strict surveil lance; but the soldiers, due to largess, were junketing in the bazaars. Short ly they came up to two elephants with howdahs. They were the best man nered of the half dozen owned or rent ed by Colonel Hare. Mahouts sat astride. Rifles reposed in the side sheaths. This was to be no light ad venture. There might be a small war fare. Pundita flung her arms round Ra mabai, and he consoled her. She was then led away to tho colonel’s camp. “Remember,” Ramabai said at part ing, “she saved both our lives. We 1 owe a debt." "Go, my lord; and may all the gods —nay, the Christian God—watch over you!” "Forward!” growled Ah&ed. First, though, he saw to it that the pulling chains were well wrapped in cotton blankets. There must be no sound to warn others of their approach. “Ahmed,” began Bruce. "Leave all things to me. sahib,” in terrupted Ahmed, who assumed a strange authority at times that con fused and puzzled Bruce. “It is my memsahlb, and I am one of the fingers of the long arm of the British raj. And there are books in Calcutta in which my name Is written high. No more!” Through the moon-frosted jungle the two elephants moved silently. A drove of wild pigs scampered across the path and the wild peacock hissed from the underbrush sleepily. All si lence again. Several times Ahmed halted, straining his eftra. It seemed incredible to Bruce that the enormous beasts could move so soundlessly. It was a part of their business; they were hunters of their kind. (TO BE CONTINUED.) TEACHING DOGS BY EXAMPLE Trainer Telia How Hia Pet Learned to Hunt Molea With Neatneaa and Dispatch. 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