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MONDAY. JULY 20.
(Continued from yesterday)
Umballa wiped his betel-stained lips
and salaamed mockingly. Not so long
ago he had been attentive to this
young woman —after her marriage.
Bhe had sent him about his business
with burning ears and a hot cheek,
made so by the oontact of her strong
young hand. Revenge, great or small,
was always sweet to Umballa.
To the slave girl who attended
Wndlta he said: “Qo summon the
Queen. It is for her to decide what
shall be done with this woman.”
Through the veil Pundita's eyee
nparkled with hatred.
When Kathlyn came in it was at
once explained to her that the wom
en's husband had been taken for mur
der; by law his wife became the
Queen's property, to dispose of as she
willed. The veil was plucked from
Pundita’s face. She was ordered to
ealaam in submission to her queen.
Pundita salaamed, but stoutly refused
to kneel. They proceeded to force her
roughly, when Kathlyn intervened.
"Tell her she is free," said Kathlyn.
“Free?” came from the amazed
Pundita’s lips.
“You speak English 7” cried Kathlyn
excitedly.
“Yes, majesty."
Kathlyn could havo embraced her
for the very joy of the knowledge. A
woman who could talk English, who
could understand, who perhaps could
help! Yes, yes; the God of her fa
thers was good.
Umballa smiled. All this was ex
actly what he had reason to expect.
Seven days of atthority; It would
amuse him to watch her.
“Tell me your story,” urged Katit
lyn kindly. “Be not afraid of these
men. I shall moke you my lady in
waiting . . so long as I am a
queen," with a searching glance at Um
balla’s faoe She learned nothing from
the half Bmile there.
Pundita’s narrative was rather long
£ut not uninteresting. Bhe had learned
English from the old white priest who
had died during the last plague. She
was of high caste; and far back In the
daps of the Great Mogul In Delhi her
forebears had ruled here; but strife
and reW.llon had driven them forth.
Sn order that her Immediate forebears
Bright return to their native state and
dwell In peace they had waived all
possible rights of acoesslon. They
had found bar husband standing over
a dead tnan in the bazaars. He wae
Innooeot
tlznballa smoothed his chin. Pundita
had Dot told her queen how be, Um
balla, had made the aocusatlon, after
having been refused money by Rama
hat He secretly admired the diplo
macy of the young woman. She did
not at this momqpt oaro to push his
enmity too far. As a matter of faot,
he no longer cared about her; at least,
not since his arrival at the Hare wild
animal farm in California.
"Where is this man Ram&bal con
fined?*' demanded Kathlyn.
"In the murderers' pit In the ele
phant arena.”
"Send and bring him here. I am
certain that he la Innocent.”
So they brought In Ramabal in
chtfns. 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.
'1 am Lalla Ghorl, and I live over
the shoemaker, Lai Singh, In the Kash
mir Gate bazaar. I dance.”
“And why are you here?”
‘1 saw the murder. Ramabal Is In
nocent He came upon the scene only
after the murderer had fled. They
were fighting about me," naively. “I
was afraid to tall till now.”
"Knock off those chains," said Kath
lyn. Of Pundita ehe asked: "Does he,
too, 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 be did not mind, but he
objected to Ramabal, secretly knowing
blm to be a revolutionist, extremely
popular with the people and the near
by ryota (farmers), to whom be 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 t'owed, hiding as best he
could his irritation.
The next afternoon he began to en
act the subtle plans be had formed
regarding Kathlyn. He brought her
certain documents and petitions to
sign and went over them carefully
with her Onoe, as sbe returned a
document, be caught ber hand and
SAssed It Bhe withdrew It roughly,
flaming with anger He spread bis
hands apologetically He was on fire
for ber, but be possessed admirable
control He had the right to come and
go; as regent he could enter the sena
na without being accompanied by the
council. But, thereafter, when he ar
rived with the day’s business sba
contrived to have Pundita near and
Ramabal within call. On the sixth
da; ho_cagtja!i discretion ip the winds
The Adventures of Kathlyn
By HAROLD MAC GRATH
Illustrated by Pictures from the Moving Picture Production of the Sellg Polyscope Co.
BUG Se'.zeu her violently In Ills 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 hourl. but the young
woman who had mastered the lion in
the railway train. Rage supplanted
the passion In his heart. Since she
would not bend, she should break. As
her arm sank he sprang forward like
a cat and seized her wrist. He was
hot gentle. The dagger tinkled as it
struck the marble floor. He stooped
for it
“Since you will not bend, break!” be
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?"
“Yes.”
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
Kathlyn Ready tar the Ordeal.
fluted basin. There were trellises of
flowers, too; Persian roses, despite
the fact that It was still winter. It
vraa 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. Tho 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 ehe
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 Ram, so
called Umballa, and tbe Council found
her. The face of the former was
old, his eyes steady and expression
ess.
"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 tbe 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
rlage ”
"What manner of Indignities have
you arranged for me?" Her voice
was firm, but tbe veins In her throat
beat eo hard that they stifled her.
Said the spokesman of tbe council:
"We have found a precedent. We And
that one hundred and ninety years ago
a like case confused tbe Council of
that day They finally agreed that she
must submit to two ordeals with wild
beasts of the jungle If she survived
she was to be permitted to rule with
out hindrance It would bo a matter
for the gods to decide
"Are you really human beings?”
asked Kathlyn, her lips dry "Can you
possibly commit such a dreadful crime
against one who has never harmed
you. who aske for nothing but tbe free
dom to leave this country?”
Pundita secretly caught Katblyn's
hand and pressed it.
"Once more!” said Umballa, his
compassion touched tar the first time.
(Copyright by Harold MacOraih)
But be hafl gOhe too Tar; Tor the safely
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 Umballa did not rest par
tlcularly 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! She
was a queen, and he knew that ha
would go through all the hells of Hind
to call her his. Long ere this ha
would have looted the treasure chests
and swept her up on his racing ele
phant had he dared. Sa’adi’s hour!!
A thousand times he heard It
through the night:
“I am rbady!"
CHAPTER IV.
The Two Ordeals.
Meantime Lai Singh was hurrying
on a racing camel 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 bo armed
Slkbs and Gurkas and Tommies near
Rawal Pindi Al! how time moved,
how fate twisted! How the finest
built castle In schemes came clatter
ing down! At the very moment when
ho had secretly worked upon the king
to throw himself Into the protecting
arms of the British raj—assassinated!
The Council? The egg of Brahma was
strangely hatched—this curious old
world!
Ahmed remained 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 Sahib's bungalow, but the
man had returned to report that It was
still unoccupied.
And while he bit hts 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, building fires, oarrying war
ter, hobbling the pack elephants. Wan
dering In and out this animated scene
was a young man, clean 3haven, deeply
tanned, with blue eyes which were di
rect, small puplled, 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,
H’b but two hours’ ride, but there'-! no
hurry; and besides there's a herd of
elephants behind us somewhere.
They've come up far for this time of
year.”
"Yeß, sahib.”
“Any news worth while?”
Alt 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 hie pipe sMp through bis
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 hts
belr. He bad that right; the law of
the childless king has always read so
in Allalta The white queen la 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 ae 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 bis pipe and swore softie "AH,
If this la 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
bhlstl (water carrier) to the house
of Ramabal up to the young banker's
Incarceration. To him, then, ho car
ried the news that a white hunter had
arrived outaldb the city—" Brace Sahib
has returned!”
Ramabal lost no time In taking this
news to Kathlyn
(To Be Continued Tomorrow)
THE AUGUSTA HERALD, AUGUSTA. GA.
Panama Pacific International Exposition To Be Fairyland At Night
Splendors Of Architecture And Sculpture To Stand Out As Clearly As By Day.
The night Illumination of the I
Panama-Pacific International Expo
sition at San Francisco In 1916 will
be very wonderful and beautiful- It
will bring out every detail of tho vasi
oxhlblt palace, of the great courts
and gardens, of the sculpture and
mural paintings that characterize this
greatest of universal expositions
Marvelous advances In illuminating
methods and materials will enable
San Francisco to light the exposi
tion grounds In a way that would
have been physically Impossible five or
six years ago
Instead of millions of red, bluo a-.d
yellow incandescent lamps being ex
posed to view tbe palaces and oour'.i
will be flooded with a pure WhlfO
light, a diffused glow not so brilliant
'as daylight but giving daylight co -r
effects. Massed batteries of colorcl
searchlights, hidden upon the roofs , t
the exhibit palaces, will play up >n
triumphal arches, upon tho courts a i l
gardens and upon quivering prism
and reflectors set above tho colonnade
of the courts and in the towers-
In no part of the exposition will the
Illumination be oibeerved to bettoi
advantage than In tho magnificent
South Gardens, which are flanked on
the one side by the facades of the
exhibit palaces end the huge Towor
of Jewelß, 495 feet high, and upon
•hr other by a great wnll of massed
pirk asters. At 'he east end of the
gardens, and shown almost In the
centre of the photograph ab we, is
great Feaflva! Hall where strains from
a vast organ will fill the grounds with
harmony throughout the day and
night.
A spectacular feature of the lighting
will be that given by the huge bat
teries of searchlights upon t*v?
margin of San Francisco harbor. At
-light the batteries will go through
evolutions In color, throwing huge
anroras so far Into the Heavens that
tho light will bo visible a distance of
forty or fifty miles The site of the
exposition extends east nnd west for
a distance of 15 000 feet, almost three
miles, and is located Just. Inside the
Golden Gate, the frfmous entrance of
San Francisco harbor from the Pacific
Ocean.
The exposition opens February 20,
and closes December 4. 1915.
HOW I STOLE THE REGENT
In 1902 I had just finished htudy-
Ing law. I had no taste for working
and 1 wag firmly convinced that work
ing was not the unrest or quickest
way to attain wealth and social po
sition, and I wanted both. 1 lost no
time bemoaning my poverty hut set
my brain to work finding some means
to enjoy life while I was still young.
I found liiat all legitimate ways we-re
too slow and that I must turn to the
Illegitimate.
Theft of course Tirst suggested it
self. hut I wanted to steal enough the
first time to keep me in aflluence all
my life and I wanted to steal some
thing that nobody would really miss
and that would not Involve the risk
of sacrificing human life, my own or
that of some one else.
Very naturally my thoughts turned
to the great pithlle collections. I did
not want paintings, however, hecause
they were too difficult to get away,
with- The treason* In Notre Dame
tempted me tar a shotl time, hut rob
btng a church seemed rather too:
rlHky, so I gave It up.
Then the thought entered my mind
to steal the Regent, the largest, and j
most luxurious o? crown Jeyels. a ,
stone that mltfht easily he concealed
In the seam of your trousers. The
very Idea of the sensation such It
theft would cause attracted me too j
All France would he talking about
such an exploit, which was not really t
so very difficult.
I possessed at that lime about flf-'
teen thousand francs, till that my par
ents had left me. This small fortune,
would now come In very handy.
1 locked my bachelor quarters and j
told my friends tn the Quartler Latin
that I was going to Belgium for
three months In reality 1 look new,
lodgings quite near Paris In a poptt- 1
lons suburb and changed my appear
ance by letting my beard grow ]
When I had raised a fine crop ot
whiskers I returned to Paris and
hired a small furnished apartment on
Montmartre 1 bought an entirely,
new outfit of clothes and a soft hat
Fintlljr I bought a modest second
hand automobile and before long I
became a very skilful chauffeur
I had decided to work in broad day ■ j
light, knowing thut by a special,
mechanism the showcase containing
the Regent is made to disappear at
night Into the burglar-proof found*
tlon on which It Is displayed In day
time sn rilhere are too many electric
wlreh and secret contrivances In the
Galleria A.; polo to give a burglar a
chance after dark
I must simply attract 'he attention
of the people to something happen !
ing outside the museum, get the vis
dors Into the stlan f'nrre and stir
prise the watchman, break the glass
and make my escape with tua treaa ;
tire
I rotild think only of one means to
turn away attention of the people
from the showcase and that was toj
Night Scent In The Great South Gardens, The Huge Tower Of Jewels 435 Feet In Height On
The Left.
■ 51
The Fountain of Youth by Mias Kditli
Woodman Burroughs.
| throw ia bomb at La Joconde, but I
hated the idt-u of destroying this
masterpiece of art and asked myself
If I had the right to do so.
While I was In doubt I met with
a stroke of luck. One evening when
on my way home I saw a very well
dressed man standing on his lieun,
hts body leaning against a wall.
"One must turn upside down,’* he
said, "to see things us -they really
look. Tho sky Is of no Interest to ns
we should look at the earth Trout
which we came and to which we are
to return.”
I spoke to him and as he was not
able to give me hts name and ad
dress in his Insane condition 1 took
him home with me. Then I kept him
at my rooms, gave hint the choicest
food and wine and acquired a strong
Inlluence over him. When I was
near, he now behaved quite normally
and nobody would have suspected
him of being Insane Then 1 look
him out wHlklug with mo several
times and had no reason to complain
of his behavior, but as soon as I left
him to himself he had a rela, se and
walked on his hands.
On Tuesday I made up my rnlnd to
carry out my coup Together wit a
my guest. I went to the Louvre. I left
my car on the quav after mapping
mil tho line of my flight. I could not
afford taking any risks of driving Into
any street that was under repair or
where truffle was 100 heavy
[ conducted my friend Into the sac
lon Carre and In a moment when hu
wab looking at a, picture I got away
from him, went, to the Galleria Appol
lo and began to look at some o? the
exhibits there A few metlnents later
liteard the cry “Trie man Is mad!
Catch the madman!"
All the visitors to the Oallerle A i>-
pollo rus: c-d towards the salon Carre
Irom whe. e the nols- came
I went up to the watchman on guard
and asked:
“Do you know what Is happening In
there?"
Just as be was about to answer I
clapped a pad of cotton soaked In
chloroform over tils nose and moutn
He fell to the floor unconscious I
kai t the cotton before his face a few
moments long' r with my right hand
while | got out mv little hammer with
the left The man was motionless
now and I l"ft him where he was
It was but the wor ko' a second to
press a sheet of tewe pa tier covered
with soup ugninsi the glass top of
the showcase and break It with the
hammer The whole thing wa* done
practically noiselessly
1 seised the Regent and made
straight tar the door I was on toe
stairs when [ heard behind me the
cry: "fltnp the thief" The voice was
far away and I did not hurry nty i
steps. I got. out without any trouble I
and In a moment I was speeding
sv.av In my car.
The next day, having shaved o f
NORTH FACAT>K or CIUFAT MA(tH\Klt\ UAMi.
Til!) HAIT.AiN.
srwuio Its Allen Newman.
my hoard, and looking as I did three
months before I left Calls for Brits-
Koi.i, after a snort stay there I came
hack. When I began my old life In
Quartler, I had only a few lonlsd’ors
left
Greatly to my surprise the papers
had not mentioned the theft and 1
decided that the authorities had
thought It hotter first to try to got
the diamond back without any scan
dal.
I need not tell you that 1 met with
great, difficulties wnon I tried to Hell
the It) gent, it was necessitr;. to go
to America and I had no money.
Then I began to work I had to work
In order to get money to pay for my
ticket. For two years I worked hard
nnd met. with sn much success that
gradually I forgot all about the Re
gent, though I did look at It occa
elonally.
About two years later I thought it
advisable to wipe out my past and
return the diamond to the Louvre.
I Invented a plan Tor this -purpose
nnd went to the director of tne
Louvre and lold him that a man
among my clients waited to restore
the Regent to tho 1-ouvre where lie
had stolen It two years ago. The
director smiled, opened n drawer In
Ills safe nnd showed me half a dozen
Regents lying on green velvet
“They have stolen several R.-geets
from us,” lie said, "that Is wny we
always keep a few In slock. The first
time It happened we had neglected to
)fcep a stock and the showcase re
mained down for a week. This wiih a
lesson to its As for the genuine Re
gent., the public has never seen 11.
We cannot afford taking any chances.
The ono you have with you here, Is
l tie first that has ever '.ten returned.
tl is worth about 25 franco Allow
me to make you a present of It."
Such was mv short hut eventful
career as a thief It proves that man
has not yet Invented anything better
than work to succeed In life "
A DOG TRAINER.
‘Hey! What are you doing there?’’
Lillie Arthur was caught. He wus
up In the pour tre* his pockets full
of fusclous fruit, while b.-low stood a
hull terrier trying wildly and frantl
eally to re toll hltn And t e owner
of the tree and the dog had Just come
upon the seen-' "What dye want up
my pear tne. voting follow'' asked
the fanner again In gruff and angry
ton** “P-i please, sir t-t trying to
reach voitr d d dog to stand on Ills
ht> hind legs!" Baltimore Trolley
New*
QUESTION OF HEIGHT
l,adv Southwark, in her r er.-nlly
published reminiscences tells a slot v
o art Irishman who was cutting turf
nesr a hog. when a friend <»tne tip
tn him crvlng
"Patrick is stuck In a hog up to Ills
ankle* "
"Don’t, worry, then,” wa* the re
ply. “If he’s only up to his ankles
h,- can soon com-t out again
"Yes, hut he went In h'-ed first,”
retorted the brother. —Pearson’s
Weekly.
I 1 'goro ol .ctnry By a Parts,.- o
Rpnlntfi
Using Your Music to Make the
Family Happy
In the August Woim*n's Home Com*
iwinion .ipj.eaiH a hluai «rti<•!»• entitled
"Music ms a Pleasure,” In which arc r«-
l»*»ri<*«l tho experiences of h girl, named
* 'lara, who had taken piano lewsons for
' « aia yel never need her music to gi a
Pleasure to her faintly. She could play
Itecthoven Sonatas and Chopin entiles
aril was considered l>> her parents anJ
friends as making gnat progress Vet
she returned from a visit hi the horns
°* a klrl friend thoroughly discontented
with her music. This girl friend, Mav
Aden by name, played II the time u.i I
when her family had company she il
wh.vh seemed to suit everybody. in the
following extract from the article ap
tieiis an iiecoiint us the transformation
that took place in Clara's music.
"The firm intimation tlm family hail
of mi actual upheaval In Clara's musical
education «a» on a certain r.iiny Sua
flny. when ahe sat down m twilight and
began a rnft. rather low-keyed ArinM
l.aurii Her mother began tu hum tri
<l*l her hrealh at firm then 'urn a
badly ami Clara's brother called ™,t,
•Hernnd verge” when the first wan eml. I.
and himself began It with a K<imewlat
uncertain hass. Krotn tlm old Hcoteh
ballad ('lara gilded eaally Info ih* lately,
revived ‘Silver Threads Among Hi»-
(Jolil,' which the family nil Hang, and
then the wel|-|oved 'Abide With Me •
which brought the little program to in
end.
" 'Thank you, dear,' mid Clara'* modi.
m hml 'Thnt'H what I call music,' from
Clara’a father
"Home months later. when Clan's
Plano had heconte the center of Ihn
home and Clara had definitely decided
to make music her life work, she was
heard ijlm-usslng the situation with May
Allen, who was returning ihe visit of
thn summer before.
" 'When f came home IVom your houee
I ««» Just disgusted with myself,' sanj
Clara. I made up my mind that I'd
make my plan-, as much a pavt of home
as your* was.’"
r- « ««» ■
FACT VB. FICTION.
In novels the father alv ny» rage*
and fume* wh.-n Ills daughter runs
off and marries without his knowl
edge In real life these days the old
man not only approves It, but fra
uuentlv lends the prospective son-in
law his automobile to get away with.
JUST BEFORE THE BATTLE,
MOTHER.
Tesa I am going to marry for
brains—not money.
less Certainly, honey—people usu.
ally marry their opposites.
THE SUMMER GIRL.
One authority says: "The most
over rated Institution in the world is
the summer girl.” Perhaps go, to
some, hut what, would life be without
her In all her painted, perfumed, pow
dered pel te. petable, pueklng-llplsh,
palpitating heartlah, peek-e-booty?"
ALL THE LUXURIES.
The daughter of an American mil
llonfire has married her seventh hus
band Well, when a girl has money
there In nothing like treating herself
to all the luxuries; that Is, If you
would call a husband a luxury.