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SATURDAY.. JULY 25.
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(Continued *rom yesterday)
She ate again at sundown and build
ed high the sacred Are and tried to
plan some manner of escape; for she
did not propose to be a deml-goddess
any longer than was necessary. From
Pundlta she had learned many words
and a few phrases In Hindustani, and
she ventured to speak them to the
holy men, who seemed quite delight
ed. Thoy could understand her, but
she on her part could make little or
nothing of their jabbering. Neverthe
less, she pretended.
Finally the holy men departed, after
having indicated the sacred Are and
the wood beside It. Thi3 Are pleased
Etnthlyn mightily. While it burned
brlghly the lion would not prowl In
her immediate vicinity. She won
dered where this huge cat had oome
from, since she knew her natural his
tory well enough to know the African
lions did not Inhabit this part of the
globe. Doubtless It had escaped from
some private menagerie.
The Are, then, giving her confidence,
she did not get Into the sarcophagus, !
but wandered about, building in her |
fancy the temple as it had stood in Its
prime. The ceilings had been mag
nificently carved, no two subjects
alike; and the walls were of marble
and jasper and porphyry. A magic
continent this Asia in its heyday.
When her forefathers had been rude
barbarians, sailing the north seas or
sacrificing in Druidical rites, there
had been art and culture here sfleh as
has never been surpassed. India, of
splendid pageants, or brave warriors
and gallant kings! Alas, how the
mighty had fallen! About her, penury,
meanness, hypocrisy, uncleanliness,
thievery, and unbridled passions. . . . !
What was that? Her heart missed a
beat. That pad-pad; that sniffling
noise!
She whirled about, knocking over
an idol. It came down with a crash
and, being of clay, lay in shards at l
her feet. (Unfortunately It was the holy
of holies in this temple.) How she
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Kathlyn, Become* the Vestal In the
Ruined Temple.
gained the shelter of the sarcophagus
she never knew, but gain It she did,
and cowered down within. 3he could
hear the beast trotting round and
round, sniffling and rumbling in his
throat. Then the roaring of tie pre
ceding night was repeated. The old
fellow evidently could not find those
other lions who roared back at him so
valiantly. Evidently fire had no ter
rors for him. For an hour or more
he patroled the portico, and all this
time Kathlyn did not stir, hardly dar
ing to breathe for fear he might un
dertake to peer into the sarcophagus.
Silence. A low roar from the Inner
shrine told her that for the present
she was safe. Tomorrow she must
fly, whither did not matter. Toward
four o'clock she fell Into a doze and
was finally awakened by the sound of
voices raised In anger.
Poor sheep! They had discovered
the shattered Idol. It did not matter
at all f bat the return of their ancient
goddes; was to bring back prosperity.
Bhe had broken their favorite Idol.
Damnation would come In a devil's
wind that night.
The holy man who had missed the
chance of claiming the miraculous ap
pearance of Kathlyn as a work of his
own now saw an opportunity to re
habilitate himself In the eyes of those
who baa made his holiness a com
fortable existence. With a piece of
the Idol In his hand he roused Kath
lyn and shook the clay before her
face, Jabbering violently. Kathlyn .un
derstood readily enough. She had un
wittingly committed a sacrilege.
The natives gathered about and
menaced her. Kathlyn rose, standing
In the sarcophagus, and extended her
fraud* lor silence. She wag frightened,
The Adventures of Kathlyn
By HAROLD MAC GRATH
Illustrated by Pictures from the Moving Picture Production of tbe Sellg Polyscope Co.
hut Ts would never Jo to let them see
it. What Hindustani she knew would
in this case be of no manner of use.
But we human beings can, by facial
expression and gesture, make known
our messages with understandable
clearness. From her gestures, then,
the holy men gathered that she could
reoreate the god She pointed toward
the sun and counted on her fingers.
The premier holy man, satisfied that
he understod Kathlyn’s gestures,
turned to the justly angered villagers
and explained that with his aid their
priestess would, in five suns, recreate
Vishnu in all his beauty. Instantly the
villagers prostrated themselves.
“Poor things!" murmured Kathlyn.
The holy men sent the natives away,
for It was not meet that they should
witness magic in the making. They
then squatted in the clay court and
curiously waited for her to begin.
There was a well in the inner shrine.
To this she went with caution. The
lion was evidently foraging in the jun
gle. Kathlyn filled the copper vessel
with water and returned. Next, she
gathered up what pieces of the Idol
she could find and pieced them to
gether. Here was her model. She
then approached one of the fakirs and
signified that she had need of his
knife. He demurred at first, but at
length consented to part with It. She
dug up a square piece of clay. In fine,
she felt more like the Kathlyn of old
than she had since completing the
leopard In her outdoor studio. It oo
cupled her thoughts, at least part of
them, for she realized that mayhap
her life depended upon her skill In
reproducing the hideous idol.
As the two old hypocrites saw the
□ley .take form and shape and the
mocking face gradually appear, they
were assured that Kathlyn was In
deed the ancient priestess; and deep
down in their souls they experienced
something of the awe they had often
inspired In the poor, trusting ryot.
Kathlyn had talent bordering on
genius. The Idol was an exact replica
of the originl one; more, there was a
subtle beauty now where before there
had been a frank repulslveness. It
satisfied the holy men, and the un
veiling was greeted by the villagers
with such joy that Kathlyn forgave
them and could have wept over them.
She had made a god for them, and
they fell down and worshiped it
Five more days passed. On the af
ternoon of the fifth day Kathlyn was
feeding the fire. The holy men sat In
the court at their devotions. Kathlyn
turned from the fire to see them rise
and flee in terror. She In turn tied,
tor the lion stood between her and the
sarcophagus! The lion paused, lash
ing hls*tail. The many recent commo
tions within and without the temple
had finally roused hli ire. He hesi
tated between the holy men and Kath
lyn, and finally concluded that she In
the fluttering robes would be the most
desirable.
There was no particular hurry; be
sides, hs was not hungry. The cat In
him wanted to play. He loped after
Kathlyn easily. At any time he chose
a few swift bounds would bring him
to her side.
Beyond the temple lay the same
stream by which, miles away, Kathlyn
had seen the funeral pyre and about
which she had had so weird a fantasy.
If this stream was deep there was a
chance for life.
CHAPTER VII.
•Truce Water.”
When Kathlyn came to the river
she swerved toward the broadest
part of It. Twice she stumbled over
boulders, but rose plucklly and,
bruised and breathless, plunged Into
the water. It was swift running and
shoulder deep, and she was forced to
swim strongly to gain the opposite
shoqp. She dragged herself up to the
bank and, once there, looked back.
What she saw rather astonished her.
She could not solve the riddle at first.
The lion seemed to be struggling
with some Invisible opponent. He
stood knee deep in the sands, tugging
and pulling. He began to roar. Even
as Kathlyn gazed she saw his chest
touch the sand and his swelling flanks
sink lower. Fascinated, she could not
withdraw her gaze. How bis mighty
shoulders heaved and pulled! But
down, down, lower and lower, till
nothing but the great maned head re
mained In view. Then that was drawn
down; the sand filled the animal'*
mouth and stopped his roaring; low
er, lower. . . .
Quicksands! The spot where be
had disappeared stirred and glistened
and shuddered, and then the eternal
blankness of sand.
She was not, then, to die? Should
she return to the temple? Would
they not demand of her the restore
tlon of the Hon? She must go on.
whither she knew not She regret
ted the peace of the temple In the
daytime. She r~-'d see the dome from
where she ... Like Ishmael, she
must go on, forevsr and forever on.
Was Qod watching over her? Wa*
ii his hand which stayed th®_ on-
(Copyright by Harold MaoGrsth)
sTaught of the beast and defeated the
baser schemes of mau? Was there
to be a haven at the end? .She smiled
wanly. What more was to beset her
path the knew not, nor cared just
then, since there was to be a haven
at the end. *
Perhaps prescience brought to her
mind's eye a picture: she saw her
father, and Bruce, and Winnie, and
her sweetheart, and they seemed to
be toasting her from the end of a
long table, under the blue California
sky. This vision renewed her strength.
She proceeded onward.
She must have followed the river
at least a mile when she spied a raft
moored to a clump of trees. Here
the saw a way of saving her weary
limbs many a rugged mile. She ford
ed the stream, freed tbe raft and poled
out Into the middle of the stream.
It happened that the Mohammedan
hunters who owned the. raft were at
this moment swinging along toward
the temple. On the shoulders of two
rested a pole from which dangled the
lifeless body of a newly killed leopard.
They were bringing It In as a gift to
the headman of the village, who was
a thoroughgoing Mohammedan, and
who held In contempt Hinduism and
all its amazing ramifications.
The white priestess was Indeed a
pusile; for, while the handful of Mo
hammedans In the village were fanat
ical in their belief in the true prophet
and his Koran, and put little faith In
miracles and still less in holy men
who performed them, the advent of
the white priestess deeply mystified
them. There was no getting around
this: she was there; with their own
eyes they saw her. There might b«
something in Hinduism after all.
When the hunters arrived at the
portico of the temple they found two
greatly terrified holy men, shrilling
their “Ail Ail" in lamentation and
beating their foreheads against the
earth.
“Holy men, what is wrong?” asked
one of the hunters, respectfully.
“The lion has killed our priestess;
the sacred fires must die again! Alt
Air
"Where is the lion?”
"They fled toward the river, and
there he has doubtless destroyed her;
for In evil give, represented by the
lion, is more powerful than Vishnu, re>
Incarnated in our priestess. All All
Bhe is dead and we ere undone I”
"Come,” said the chief huntsman,
"Let us run to the river and see what
these qteer gods are doing. We’ll
present the skin of 81va to our ma»
ter!" He laug'hed.
The leopard carriers deposited their
burden and all started off at a dog
trot. They had always been eager re
garding this lion. In the temple he
was inviolable; but at large, that waa
a different matter.
Arriving at the river brink, they
saw the footprints of ths lion on the
wet sand which ran down to the wa
ter. To leap from this spot to the
water was not possible for any beast
Ml the jungle. Vet the lion had van
ished completely, as though he had
been given wings. They stood about
In awe till one of the older hunter*
knelt, reached out, and dug hla hand
Into the Innocent looking sand. In
stantly he leaped to his feet and
jumped back.
"The sucking sand!” he cried. "To
the raft!”
They skirted the dangerous quick
sands and dashed along the banks to
discover that their rest was gone.
Vishnu, then, as reincarnated, required
Bolid transportation, after the man
ner of human beings? They became
angry. A raft was a rest, substantial,
necessary; and there was no reason
why a god who had ten thousand tem
ples for hla own should stoop to rob
a poor man of hit wherewithal to
travel in safety.
“The mugger!” exclaimed one, “led
the high priestess beware of the mug
ger, for he It strong enough to tip
over the raft!"
Nearly every village which flea
close to a stream has Its family croco
dile. He la very sacred and thrives
comfortably upon ‘suicides and tlra
dead which are often cast into ths
river to be purified. Tbe Hindus arg
a suicidal race; the reverse of the o#>
eldenta) conception, suicide la a quick
and glorious route to heaven.
The currant of the stream carried
Kathlyn along at a fair paoe; all she
had to do waa to pdle away from the
numerous sand bars and such boul
ders as lifted their rugged heads above
the water.
Round a bend the river widened and
grew correspondingly sluggish. She
sounded with her pole. Something
hideous beyond words arose—a fat,
aged, crafty crooodlle. Hla corrugated
snout was thrust quickly over the
edge of the raft. She struck at him
wildly with the pole, and in a fury ha
ru&hed the raft, upsetting Kathlyn.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow)
PERFUME
Motorcyclists all remind us
W« can ride o'er hills and della;
And departing, leave beh rid ua
Forty-seven kind* of emells.
fHE AUGUSTA HERALD. AUGUSTA. GA.
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NORA LEAHY.
ATter falling in the attempt when she
was seventeen years old. Nora l<eahv,
now twenty and splendily developed, has
Just Bwaiti the treacherous rapid* of Hell
Gate. Older aquatic experts are pre
dicting she will hecoino a groat marine
phenomenon, if she continues to improve
she has lately. She Ims a superb
figure, just the right build for a swim
mer, which means not too much avol
dupoie with at ihe same time plenty of
layers of tissues‘over the bone* to Weep
the body warm during the frlglvful drain
on the vitality of hours in frigid water.
On her Hell Gate swim, a two hour
journey through a caldron-like channel
often dangerous to boats which lies
northeast of Manhatan Island, she mani
fested great nerve In addition to her
swimming vitality. She was lowered Into
the water off Hast Blghty-Fourth street,
Manhattan, at 1:48 p. in. Captain Al
bert Brown iind Mlbb Adeline Trnpp were
In the boat which followed her. At tlineß
the tide Bwlrls were atreng enough to
drive tack Ihe hont, which once was a
full hundred yards away from Miss
Leahy Ten minuteß later Ihe ho it got
near her again. She held out wonder
fully. battling against the rtpa nnd wna
In condition when hauled out of the
water at Clason Point. She said she
wus not frightened even when the boot
got far away from her. having perfect
confidehce In her ability to conquer the
rapids which had boen too much for tier
three years before.
Before her feat only two persons. Mlbs
Trapp and Captain Brown, had swam
Hell Gale. They are older and more
experienced swimmers and they were
warm In their praise of ihe new mer
maid.
Can You Beat It?—That is the Lot ot Bunk
Garry Herrmann is Throwing Out About
the Federal League
Garry Herrmann gave fandom some
thing to puzzle over when he remark
ed recently:
"We are not restraining Marsans
A Most Remarkable Girl Swimmer
and Chase from playing, but we are
trying to get theso ipeii to play. It
fs the Federal Lesgue that is keeping
them from plajHng if anyone In."
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PAST PERFORMANCES
A beautiful prize is being offered
to the first person who can figure
out just what Garry meant by such a
statement. As fandom viewed the
matter, Garry and his colleagues were
trying to do just what Garry says
they weren't trying to do. In other
worda, Garry and Ills gang hustled
Into court, and asked the judge to
please do something so that Chase
and Marsans wouldn't be allowed to
play.
At the time that Garry slipped such
a ilea to the Judge both Chase and
.viarsarus ware playing ball and were
intent upon couimmug in tne tag
tune, 't hey womd uave continued if
it liadn t been tor Garry and his
chums, w.iose plea to the judges wo*
answered. Thereupon, Chase and
Marsans quit cavorting on the green*.
However, in t/ie face o! these tacts,
Garry assures the populaoe that "we
are trying to get these men to play."
To use the express.on of one of tho
cartooning person*—"Can you beat
it? ’
Tiiore soemß to be a lot of bunk In
tho uloa that le t handed batters can
not hit the slants and shoots of south
paw twirlers. Most of tile hig league
clubs carry an extra right, handed
pinch liliter along so that they may
send him against a left, handed twlrl
er, but it seems a waste of money.
.100 .lacqson, Tris Speaker, Ty
Cobb, Ifiddle Collins, Frank Baker,
Sam Cranford, Larn Dovic, Dave
Robertson, hrauk SchulUe, Hurry
•100. or, .lake Daubert, Bert Shotten,
Gus \\ itf.ams and Fred Luderus are
aii lea handed hitters, yet they dub
ti e offerings of southpaw pitcheu
w.ch us much frequency and eclat, as
ilivy do those that are served up by
the starboard twirlers.
Tommy Leach seems to have been
Overlooked by most oi those who are
singing t.iie praises of those who have
long lived in major league circles.
Wagner is now serving his eighteenth
term, Lujolo Is In h.s nineteenth,
nnd Mathewson I* In his fourteenth.
Their achievements have been herald
ed almost daily, hut who Is
playing his sixteenth has been pass
ed by.
Tommy, playing in the „ub out
flehl, is fielding and throwing with all
the skill and power that made him a
wonder ten or a dozen years ago. He
is clubbing the ball harder and saier
than in any if the other years of his
big league career, and If he main
tains tne present clip he will lead not
only Lajoie and Wagner in the club
bing line, but has a ralgthy fine
chance to top the National League
batsmen.
Leach's legs havs gone back on him
a hit. and he hasn't the marvelous
speed of ten yoarß ago, but the pedal
trouble Is not of a serious nature, and
even now he Is a* Bpeedy a* most of
the youngster* Just breaking Into the
game.
Owner Frank Farrell, of tbs Tan
kees, who recently purchased "Bir
d.e" Oree from the Baltimore Inter
national*. might make & master
stroke if he bought back a half
dozen other players that he released
to the minor leagues during the past
year. It seems that most or the play
ers that Farrell let go signalized Mr
escape from Ihe Yank* by at ones
becoming demon cloutsrs.
Cree, who was pronounced "all In"
by Farrell and Manager Chance club
bed ’em out for a .363 average while
with Baltimore. Daniels, another
Yiinkee castoff, Is bitting .833 In the
International League, Derrick is go
ing .330, Midklff Is hitting .318, Cban
nell is over .300, Ollhookey l« around
the .320 mark and Whiteman Is con
necting for .310. All these players
am in the International League,
which Is one jump removed from the
majors
A half dozen other players that
have been released from the Yankees
during the Chance regime have turn
ed right around and played tike
pbenoms. What’* the answer. Didn't
Chase give them a fair trial or were
they unable to play at their regular
gait, because of the right that comes
to every rookie that enters the big
leagues?
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