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TUESDAY. JULY 14. . ; ; CHAPTER I. Under a canopied platform stood a young girl, modeling in clay. Tho glare of the California sunshine, al tering through the canvas, became mellowed, warm, and golden. Above the girl’s head—yellow like the stalk of wheat —there hovered a kind of aureola, as if there had risen above It & haze of Impalpable gold dust. I A poet I know might have cried out that there ended his quest of the flolden Girl. Straight she stood at this moment, lovely of.. face, rounded of form, with an indescribable suggestion of letant physical power or magnet ism. On her temples there were little daubs of clay, caused doubtless by Im patient Angers sweeping back occa sional wind-blown locks of hair. There was even a daub on the side of her handsome, sensitive nose. Her hand, still filled with clay, dropped to her side, and a tableau en dured for a minute or two, suggesting a remote period, a Persian idyl, may hap With a smile on her lips she stared at the living model. The cha toyant eyes of the leopard stared back, a flicker of restlessness in their brilliant yellow deeps. The tip of the tail twitched. “You beautiful thing!” she said. She began kneading the clay again, and with deft fingers added bits here and there to the creature which had grown up under her strong, supple fingers. "Kathlyn! Oh, Kit!” The sculptress paused, the pucker left her brow, and she turned, her face beaming, for her sister Winnio was the apple of her eye, and she brooded over her like the mother would have done had the mother lived. For Winnie, dark as Kathlyn was light, was as careless and aimless as thistledown In the wind. A collie leaped upon the platform and began pawing Kathlyn, and short ly after the younger sister followed. Neither of the girls noted the stiffen ing mustaches of the leopard. The ani mal rose, and his nostrils palpitated. He hated t\%dog with a hatred not Unmixed wit& fear. Treachery Is in the marrow of all cats. To breed them In captivity does not matter. Sooner or later they will strike. Never be fore had the leopard been so close to his enemy, free of the leash. "Kit, It is just wonderful. However can you do it? Some day we’ll make dad take us to Paris, where you can exhibit them.” A snarl from the leopard, answered by a growl from the collie, brought Kathlyn’s head about. The cat leaped, but toward Winnie, not the collie. With a ory of terror Winnie turned and ran In the direction of the bunga low. Kathlyn, seizing the leash, fol lowed like the wind, hampered though she was by the apron. The cat loped after the fleeing girl, gaining at each bound. The yelping of the collie brought forth from various points low rumbling sounds, which presently de veloped into roars. Winnie turned sharply around the corner of the bungalow toward the tmpty animal cages, to attract her ather and at the same time rouse ome of the keepers. Seeing the door f an empty cage open, and that it was tproached by a board runway, she w to It, entered, and slammed the or and held it. The cat, now hot ih the lust to kill, threw himself Inst the bars, snarling and spitting, athlyn called out to him sharply, fearlessly approached him. She n talking in a monotone. His •went flat against his head, but he ■itted to her touch because in- Tl >ly it soothed him, and because h Snsed some undeflnable power wl ver bis gaze met hers. She sn ‘d the leash on his collar Just as h «'her came running up, pale and dl,l sd. He ran to the door and ope; it "'la, you poor little kitten,” he ■•’“’ting her in his arms, "how ““bes have I told you never to ' dog about when Kit's leopard leash?” d t think,” she sobbed. “ No, t here and I must always do *>« r ll ing for you. Ahmed!” "Tes.jjib,” answered the head keeper. ’ Be ® ..an stop that racket over the 8*4)9 * ma y ] oge j, er litter if itkke lp ." The lei^ rown Mohammedan trot ted away obedience to his order*. He knew v to stop captive lion* from roari knew how to send terror to t hearts. A* he ran he began to h #o£t iy. Colonel y with his arm about Winnie, wal toward the bungalow. “Lock yot et up , Kit,” he called over his shot,., "and come Into tea.” Kathlyn * 8 aoothlngly to the leopard, h)# head behind the ears, and ahoi a | o w, satisfied rum ble atirred hi tyoat. and hie tail no longer slashed ou t. She led him to bis own cage, , er ceasing to talk, locked the dc then turned and walked thought!, toward the bunga low. She was woning what this gift *** *&•* P ut * w Ho the eyea of the The Adventures of Kathlyn By HAROLD MAC GRATH Illustrated by Pictures from the Moving Picture Production of the Sellg Polyscope Co . native keepers on her father’s wild animal farm and temporary peace in the hearts of the savage beasts. She realized that she possessed it, but It was beyond analysis. Often some wild eyed keeper would burst in upon her. Some newly captive lion or tiger was killing itself from mere passion, and wouldn't the memsahib come at once and talk to it? There was a kind of pity in her heart for these poor wild things, and perhaps they perceived this pity, which was fearless. “She gets a little from me, I sup pose,” Colonel . Hare had once- an swered to a query, "for I’ve always had a way with four-footed things. But I think Ahmed is right. Kathlyn Is heaven born. I've seen the night when Brocken would be tame beside tho pandemonium roundabout. Yet half an hour after Kit starts the rounds everything quiets down. The gods are in it.” The living room of the bungalow was large and comfortable. The walls were adorned with the heads of wild beasts, and their great furry hides shared honors with the Persian rugs on the floor. Hare was a man who would pack up at a moment’s notice and go to the far ends of the world to find a perfect black panther, a cheetah with a litter, or a great horned rhi noceros. He was tall and broad and amazingly active, for all that his hair and mustache were almost white. For 30 years or more he had gone '•about the hazardous enterprise of sup plying zoological gardens and circuses with wild beasts. He was known from Plamburg to Singapore, from Mombas sa to Rio Janeiro. The Numidian lion, the Rajput tiger, and the Malayan “The King Commanded My Presence." panther had cause to fear Hare Sahib. He was even now preparing to return to Ceylon for an elephant hunt. The two daughters went over to the tea tabaret, where a matronly maid waß busying with the service. The fragrant odor of tea permeated the room. Hare paused at his desk. Hines suddenly appeared on his bronzed face. He gazed for a space at the calendar. The day was the 16th of July. Should he go back there, or should he give up the expedition? He might never re turn. India and tha border countries! What a land, full of beauty and ro mance and terror and squalor, at once barbaric and civilized! He ldved it and hated it, and sometimes feared it, he who had faced on foot many a wounded tiger. He shrugged, reached Into the desk for a box of Jaipur brass enamel and took fr6m It a medal attached to a ribbon. The golden disk was encrust ed with uncut rubles and emeralds. "Girls,” he called. “Come here a moment. Martha, that will be all,” with a nod toward the door. “I never showed you this before.” “Goodness gracious!" cried Winnie, reaching out her hand. "Why, it looks like a decoration, fa ther," said Kathlyn. “What lovely atones! It would make a beautiful pendant.” "Vanity, vanity, all Is vanity,” said the colonel, smiling down into their charming faces. “Do you love your old dad?” "Love you!” they exclaimed In uni son, indignantly, too, since the ques tion was an imputation of the fact. "Would you be lonesome if I took the Big Trek?" whimsically. "Father!” "Dad!” They pressed about him, as vines about an oak. “Hang it, 1 swear that this ahall be the last hunt. I'm rich. We'll get rid of all these brutes and spend the rest of the years seeing the show places. I'm a bit tired myself of Jungle fod der. Well go to Paris, and Berlin, and Rome, and Vienna. And you. Kit, shall go and tell Rodin that you've inherited the spirit of Gerome. And (Copyright by Harold UscGrath) you, Winnie, shall make a stab at grand opera.” Winnie gurgled her delight, but her sister searched her father’s eyes. She did not quite like the way he said those words. His voice lacked Its usual heartiness and spontaneity. “Where did you get this medal, fa ther?” she asked. “That’s what I started out to tell you.” “Were you afraid we might wish to wear it or have It made over?” laughed Winnie, who never went below the surface of things. “No. The truth is, I had almost for gotten it. But the preparations for India recalled It to mind. It repre sents a royal title conferred on me by the king of Allaha. You have never been to India, Kit. Allaha is the name we hunters give that border kingdom. Some day England will gobble it up; only waiting for a good excuse." "What big thing did you do?” de manded Kathlyn, her eyes still filled with scrutiny. “What makes you think it was big?" Jestingly. “Because,” she answered, seriously, "you never do anything but big things. As the lion is among beasts, you are among men.” “Good lord!” The colonel reached embarrassedly for his pipe, lit it, puffed a few minutes, then laid down the pipe. “India is full of strange tongues and strange kingdoms and principalities. Most of them are domi nated by the British raj, some ar* only protected, while others do about as they please. Thi3 state” —touch- ing the order —“does about as It did since the days of the first white rover who touched the shores of Hind. It is small, but that signifies nothing; tor you can brew a mighty poison In a small pot. Well, I happened to save the old king’s life.” “I knew It would be something like that,” said Kathlyn. “Go on. Tell It all.” The colonel had recourse to his pipe again. He smoked on till the coal was dead. The girls waited patiently. They knew that his silence meant that he was only marshaling the events In their chronological order. “The king was a kindly old chap, simple, yet shrewd, and with that slumbrous oriental way of accom plishing his ends, despite all obstacles. Underneath this apparent simplicity I discovered a grim, sardonic humor. Trust the oriental for always having that packed away under his bewilder ing diplomacy. He was all alone In the world. He was one of those rare eastern potentates who wasn’t ham pered by parasitical relatives. By George, the old boy could have given his kingdom, lock, stock and barrel, to the British government, and no one could say him nay. There was a good deal of rumor the last time I was there that when he died England would step In actually. The old boy gave me leave to come and go as I pleased, to hunt where and how I would. I bad a mighty fine collection. There are tigers and leopardß and bears and fat old pythons, 40 foot long. Of course. It Isn’t the tiger country that central India is, but the brutes you find are bigger. I have about 60 beasts there now, and that’s mainly why I’m going back. Want to clean It up and ship ’em to Hamburg, where I’ve a large standing order. I’m going first to Cey lon, for some elephants.” The colonel knocked the ash from his pipe. "The old boy used to do come strap ping himself, and whenever he’d catch a fine specimen he'd turn It over to me. He had a hunting lodge not far from my quarter*. One day Ah mad came to me with a message say ing that the king commanded my pres ence at the lodge, where hi* slave* had trapped a fine leopard. Tes, my dear*, slaves. There 1* even a slaw mart at the capital this day. A bar barlo fairy land, wfth Its good genii and Its b*d djlnns." "The Arabian Nights,” murmured Winnie, snuggling close to Katblyn. “The oriental love* pomp,” went on the colonel. "He can’t give you a chupattl—” "What's that!” asked Wlaole. • - (To Be Continued Tomorrow) PRESIDENT’S" NEW GOLF STICKS The President Is to have some reel golf sticks from Scotland Itself. At the re ' rnt Wllson-McAdoo wedding, *t which John A. Wilson, of Pennsylvania, cousin us ths President, was present, the FV'esl dent was asked by Mr. Wilson, who was about to go to Europe, If he could bring him anything from Europe The Presl dent expressed a wish for aorna Hcoich golf clubs and Mr. Wilson loked for these when In England. It got lo the ears of the Luncheon Club, of London, which begged for the honor of presenting the golf sticks, and the members were obliged A sliver plate suitably Inscribed will be placed on the golf bag. The sticks ire expected to arrive shortl- . end the President will be able 'o use them on the golf courses In Wash ington, where his own Insistence on anti trust legislation by congress la keeping him end robbing httn of another vaca tion In summertime. Washington Let ter to the Boston Advertiser. THE AUGUSTA HERALD, AUGUSTA, GA, What do you think about this picture? What could you say or write about it? One thought suggestion is written at the top of the picture. The laws of nature are inexorable. Fire will burn the innocent child or the guilty criminal. The rain falls on poisonous weeds and good plantß. “To Tell You the Truth,” Said Miss Harrison, Rubbing the Powder Whore It Had Not Already Been Removed, “It Was My First Experience and I—l Rather Liked it” "Been vorklng?” "in a sense," he answered carefully, ''yes.” "You’ve Just come from n race meet ing,” she challenged. "Them bright eyes of ( your*," no said with a waggish nod of the head, "can see through anything.” "They can see througli you anyway. What do you mean by It? What a your idea? I told you as distinctly as I could speak that you wanted to be off on one of these silly old trips you'd got to ask me first? Now, why didn't vou get my permission, My Nicholls?” "I’ll tell you,” he replied. "It was simply because I knowod quite well you wouldn't give It.” "Did you back anything?" lie gave an affirmative nod. "Anri,” Miss Cave sighed, "you haven't got any better sense —you, a man like you, with a very tidy agency that brings in good money—no hotter sense than go squandering it on a game like tills. It ißn't as though you knew anything about it. I saw you once on a horse before you were married to your first wife, and I never laughed so much in the whole course of my existence." There seems to be some slight mis understanding,” said Mr. Nicholls helping himself to a scone. "I’m not a Jockey. I'm not one of those cheat sports that alt on the ponies. The part I play is keeping my two eye* well open and now and again putting on a modest dollar, or sometimes as much as a five spot. "And you generally lose." “I generally lose, as you say.” "How much have you lost today?" "Today," he said, making a mental calculation, "allowing for the expense of railway fare and a little refresh ment in the shape of lunch that I ah'd have had even if I stayed at homo, I feund myself five dollars to the good. I bought this bracelet for you.” ' William,” she cried, aceeptlrg the gift, "I do believe I'm scarcely ever Ol'i of yrjiir thought." The shop was not well adapted for suitable expression of thanks; more than once, on previous occasions, a child's comment from the outside of the window had alarmed the two. Miss Cave fixed the bracelet around her wrist, drew back her sleeve a little, the better to Judge the effect. They were both of an age that has left delicate sentiment far behind, and she had no compunction In asking how much hid been paid for Die article, and h«. in furnishing particulars, had no hesitation in doubling the amount A boy entered arid examined In a dis paraging way the taock of rock-cakes "All the *am», William," said Miss Cave, apeaklng now In a manner of gentle reproach. "I Don’t iske back anything I've said. I waa going to call you double-dealing, and double dealing la the term I must apply to you,” "Two faces are better than one." "It isn't a matter to make a Joke about "Lady friends come to me and men tlon wha* they know about your go ings on—" "I'll lay a dollar," he Interrupted with spirit, "that they don't restrict themselves to what they know. I'll be bound what they don't know they make up.” "And some of them are aware of what you promised your poor wife the last Sunday she was in the Met ropolitan Hospital. She said, poof creature, sue said, ‘William, promise NATURE’S INEXORABLE LAW THE KiNGSLAI ROAD GHOST me you’ll never bet again.' And you gave your word. And she said, 'Wil liam, promise me you’ll never drink again.’ And you gave your word.” "If the nurse hadn't come up and told me it was lime to g(#»Mrs. Nich olls would have asked me to promise never to cat again. You’ve got to make some allowance for the peculi arities of the situation. I should have promised her anything In the circum stances, and I should have felt my aelf Justified In so doing.” He slapped at the counter to give added force to his argument. “Id much rather we didn't dlacuaa the matter, vou and me. Clara, otherwise we shall come to words, in which case wo’rti likely to both aay a lot more than what we mean. I was nagged at quite enough I nssure you in my first wife's time and I don’t want any more. What ever appetite I had for that kind of aport la satisfied." "Her unmarried sister was in here yesterday.” "Her aitser waa horn unmarried,” said Mr. Nicholls violently,* "and if she don’t look out she'll be unmar ried to the end. I’ve never seen her, and I Jolly well don’t want, but —■” Keep cool,” ordered Miss Cave. "Hhe was telling me something I didn't properly realize before. Apparently, as you were coming out of the ward, your poor wife railed you back and •he said, ‘William, If you don't keep your vow I she!l haunt you till the last day of your life.' Is that a fact?" "Hhe waa a great reader,” he ex plained uneHHliy, "and she used to stuff more Into her noodle than her brain would properly hold. What struck me at the time was that she was just saying a bit ahe had learnt out of some magazine or book, or what not.” "Hhe did aay It then?" "Word* something to that effect. But If it's any gratification to you or to that unmarried slater —I don't know what else to call her or I'd glvo her a name—why, the poor soul, as a matter of fact, never has haunted me, and if ahe did I shouldn't take no special notice.” He moved to the doorway. "Where are you off, William?” "I’m going," ho replied deliberately, "along to my club, whore 1 can meet gentlemen of rny own sox and Indulge In a little common-sense conversation. Good evening, Clara, and take care of yourself.” "Hernia ratty about something," she remarked to herself In a puzzled way when he had gone. "Wonder what i enn have said to upset him.” 'l*rad» proved brisk that evening, and the girl, who after school hours, ssslsted Miss Cave with household tasks, anil was being trained by her with great severity, had the honor more than once of being called Into the shop to assist in serving custom ers. Al eight o'clock Miss Harrison, sister of *,«• first Mr*. Nicholls, ar rived carrying a cardboard box, and the two kissed each other with the warmth and effusiveness that come* with ladles In the early sieges of friendship "Bessie,” said Miss Cave from the back room, using the imperative tones notoriously indispensable In address ing slaves, "come here this minute end look after the counter whilst I'm being fitted. If there's anything In quired for that you don't know the price of usk me. But be careful how vou open this door because t shah have to take my blouse off, and I wouldn't allow anyone to catch sight This ice will cool the champagne that makes a man drunk, or the milk that saves a child’s life. Nature’s laws ruling the earth and tho universe are inexorable, they never change. Man must learn to live in accordance with those laws, using those laws, not waste time praying for»a special exception in his favor. of ny hare arms for worlds." "Not oven Mr. Nicholls, miss?" "Certainly not,” she said decisively. "My Nicholls would he shocked. Now, my dear," to tho dressmaker, "loth make a start,” Ttie bodice, It appeared, fitted Mias Cave admirably; the skirt proved a trifle long, a fault that Miss Harri son declared easy to remedy. Miss Harrison spoke of the awkward fig ures sh« sometimes had to deal with and Miss Cave, admitting plumpness, expressed a hope she would never be come stout, mentioned that her habit of worrying over trifling matters would probably prevent her from going be yond eleven stone six. The dress maker Inquired whether any special topic was affecting her customer, and Miss Cave, resuming her blouse and accepting help with hooks amt eyes at tho hack which she herself could only remh by an effort in gymnastics, spoke of the recent call from Mr. Nicholls, gave the conversation word for word, and declared generously that she would give S2M>,OOO to anyone who could persuade the gentleman to give up the hobby of hacking horses. "If your poor sister could come to life again," said Mlbs Cave." sljr'd glvo him a good, sound talking to on the subject." The dressmaker was re placing the tacked garments In the cardboard box, and the flourish of tin sue paper Interfered with the remark; Mlsb Cave repeated it. "If I could only get that anxiety off my mind," she added tearfully, "I do believe I ah'd be as happy as the days are long.” “Wish I eould help," said the dress maker. "Would it be any use m« talking to him?” "Not the slightest,” declared Miss Cave. "If I with sll my experience can’t persuade him I’m Jolly well car tain that you, with no experience at all—” Rosie looked In to ask whether such an article was In stock ss a pound of wedding cake; s little boy was In quiring As the girl closed the door Miss Cave turned suddenly to her vis itor. "You could help." she cried. "You could do me a very great service If you didn’t mind taking trouble.” "I’m only too ready to oblige, but you must tell me what to do." “Would you object to putting »oin* powder on your face?" "I often use a little," admitted Miss Harrison, "when I'm going out any where special." Mlsa Cave told Roste to keep s sharp lookout for Mr. Nicholls on his rsturn from the club and to call to him In a ladylike way, Inviting bis presence In the shop; a double knock on the door of the back room would be taken ss a signal that he had ar rived. Any failure on the part of Itosie was to be met with Instant dis missal from the service in the room Miss Cave busted herself and the docile Miss Harrison allowed her hnt to he taken off, submitted to a slight whit ening of the hair. When all seemed ready the lamp was turned down and Miss Harrison was coached In a few words she had to say. "I’m awfully nervous," she men tioned. "Not half so bnd ss he'll he,” prophe sied Miss Cave. “He’ll have had a glas eor two, and we'll give him such a fright.” The girl's voice was heard raised to the pitch necessary to arrest a passer by. Mis* C«vc again turned down the oil lamp. "A hollow voice, mind," she whim pered wnrnlngly; "as hollow aa you can mak„ It." Mr. Nicholls, In Improved temper, demanded cheerily to know whether asaltsance was required In putting up the shutters He mentioned it ws* the rarest piece of luck that he hap pened to visit the club, for s visitor thsi** who had an uncle, s railway porter at Doncaster, had given hiui privet* ani particular information concerning a horse that would provt Invaluable on the morrow. "Just step Into the back room,” begged Miss Cave earnestly. "There's someone there Hsking for you, I can't make out for the life of m# who or what Hhe Is.” Hhe trembled. "Ixioks to me more like a ghost than anything cl*o, only of course there are no aucb things nowadays.” Mr. Nicholls, with a frown of per plcxtt), went to the uoor. Miss Cave ordered Rosie to go to the ham and beef shop and make purchases fur sup per; eh,, repressed me girl’* curiosity and hastened departure by taking her by the shoulder. "William!" said the lady seated in the gloom al Die table. "Hullo!" cried Mr Nicholls, sur priscdly, what oh earth are you do ing here?" 'Tv# come hack to earth in order to repeat a warning I gave >ou onoe. Vou promisee me »uud never bet; you promised me you d nevei—” "Before enter upon sny argu ment," tie interrupted, lot's have a good kiss." Mlbb Harrison gave ui. ejaculation 'if dismay in h«i natural voice, but this was partially summered by the resolute hug ottered to her. Mist Cave, gnully distressed, rati In and endeavored to turn up the lamp; the screw deulliifu at first to act upon Die wick, and by the time it old con s' ut to perform Its duty Miss Harri son was accepting the Kisses given and snow lug a resignation of manlier that Mlbb cave described, so soon ss Mr, Nicholls had gone, as perfectly scand alous. "Why ever didn’t you scratch hit face, you hussy, you?' she demanded heutcdly of her fellow conspirator. "To tell yo(N the truth," said Mils Harrison, wiping off Die powder whsr* It had not * heady been removed, "to tell Dm truth, it was iny first ex perience, and i —l rather liked iu” THE FUTURE AMERICAN (Krom the Century Magazine.j Part of our entertainment each evening was In watching the Portu* gueae "third claea" on the lower deck forward. They were a picturesque lot, , with their baggage and their babies, and we were never tired of looking , down at the continuous performance. A number of them had gultara and they played elemental alra with eoma thing half barbaric in them altogether hypnotic and seductive. Looking over the rail at these peo ple, we realised that In their own country, at least, they had a racial solidarity which does not yet belong to ours. We shall get It some day, If we survive I.OHO year* or *o, wh*n motley Immigration haa finally ceased, and It* tint* and tone* have blended, and I would give something valuable to know what it will be Ilk*. I sup pose It* general complexion will be rather coppery, it* native dance* th* turkey trot and the tango, and that an endless version of "If You Ain’t Got No Money You Needn't Com* Around," will be the national eong. Very likely It will be a good enough country and people. I wish I might live to see It. THANK 000 FOR WORK. Thank God every mornig that you have something to do that day, whether you like It or not. Beln* forced to work, and forced to do your best, will breed In you temperance and self-control, diligence and strength of will, cheerfulness and content, and a hundred virtues the idle wilt never know.— Charles Kings ley. FIVE