and s owner out on his hack to a place inside the circle of the course where two bricks had been thrown he towards the brick at the lower end of the course and waited the broken link the story of the running is in the at the end of the first mile crept out of the well on the outside ready to get round the turn lay hold of the bit and spin up the straight before the others knew he had got away was sitting still perfectly happy listening to the drum drum drum of the hoofs behind and knowing that in about twenty strides would draw one deep breath and go up the last half mile like the flying as went short to take the turn and come abreast of the brick mound heard above the noise of the wind in his ears a wailing voice on the saying � god ha mercy i m done for in one stride saw the whole of the plate before him started in his saddle and gave a yell of terror the start brought the heels into sides and the scream hurt feelings he couldn t stop dead but he put out his feet and slid along for fifty yards and then very gravely and off � a shaking ter stricken lump while made a neck and neck race with up the straight and won by a short head � a bad third owner in the stand tried to think that his field glasses had gone wrong s owner waiting by the two bricks gave one deep sigh of relief and back to the plain tales from the hills stand he had won in and about fifteen thousand it was a broken link with a vengeance it broke nearly all the men concerned and nearly broke the heart of owner he went down to interview the boy lay livid and gasping with fright where he had tumbled off the sin of losing the race never seemed to strike him all he knew was that had � called him that the call was a warning and were he cut in two for it he would never get up again his nerve had gone altogether and he only asked his master to give him a good and let him go he was fit for nothing he said he got his dismissal and crept up to the white as chalk with blue lips his knees giving way under him people said nasty things in the but never he changed into took his stick and went down the road still shaking with fright and muttering over and over again � god ha mercy i m done for to the best of my knowledge and belief he spoke the truth so now you know how the broken link was run and won of course you don t believe it you would credit anything about russia s designs on india or the of the commission but a little bit of sober fact is more than you can stand beyond the pale love not caste nor sleep a broken bed i went in search of love and lost myself � proverb a man should whatever happens keep to his own caste race and breed let the white go to the white and the black to the black then whatever trouble falls is in the ordinary course of things � neither sudden alien nor unexpected this is the story of a man who stepped beyond the safe limits of decent society and paid for it heavily he knew too much in the first instance and he saw too much in the second he took too deep an interest in native life but he will never do so again deep away in the heart of the city behind s lies s which ends in a dead wall pierced by one window at the head of the is a big and the walls on either side of the are without windows neither nor approve of their women folk looking into the world if had been of their opinion he would have been a happier man to day plain tales from the hills and little would have been able to her own bread her room looked out through the window into the narrow dark where the sun never came and where the in the blue she was a widow about fifteen years old and she prayed the gods day and ni t to send her a lover for she did approve of living alone one day the man � his name was � came into s on an and after he had passed the stumbled over a big heap of cattle then he saw that the ended in a and heard a little from behind the window it was a pretty little laugh and knowing that for all practical purposes the old ni ts are good guides went forward to the window and whispered that verse of the love song of which begins � can a stand upright b the of the naked or � lover in the pretence of hit beloved f if my feet me o heart of my heart am i to being blinded hy the of f there came the � woman s from behind the grating and a little voice went on with the song at the fifth verse � can the moon tell the of her love � l the gate of heaven b and the gather or the beyond the pale they have taken my beloved and driven her with the pack to the north there are iron chains on the feet that were set on my heart call to the to make ready the voice stopped suddenly and walked out of s wondering who in the world could have the love song of so neatly next morning as he was driving to office an old woman threw a packet into his in the 