The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1870-07-29

"Well, / must be off and write som,
letters but do try and persuade your
sister not to venture too far from the
bungalow. / have told Banda to keeI
i n lookout for tho tracks of that tiger
He swears the brute has swan back
and may not be seen again for months
But still she should not expose her
self"
Banda is right; there is no danger
now, but why don't you persuade
Kate yourself? But must be off to
town, and there come tho horses
Dinner at half past seven, remember,
and shall not see you before"
Eversley went with his friend to the
verandah, and watched him mount
and ride away, following his Syce, un.
til their white garments were lost
amid the dark green shadows of the
palms and then, turning with hall
suppressed sigh, entered the house
He walked moodily once or twice up
and down the long room, and then
threw himself upon n lounge, where
he remained buried in thought.
Erred is wrong" he said at last,
rising restlessly II have no chance
our tastes are too different. And !
was nm ass to think she could love q
fellow like me, who, at the best, was
never half good enough for her. 1t
is sheer folly for inc to remain here
any longer, eating my heart away by
dreaming of tho happiness l could
never have won. The mail steamer
goes tomorrow, and by Joye, I'll go
III her." and he walked impetuously
from the room.
Two minutes later and lovely face
peeped thro gh the folds Of the heavy
curtain that separated the music room
from an alcove that only could be en-
tered from the larger apartment, and
Kate Sandiland, her face struggling
between bushes aud laughter and yet
with the suspicion OF u tear in the
sweet grey eyes. fled lightly across the
soft mating, and sought refuge IN her
own pretty ,sorniHg room, where she
sat for al hour. silently gazing over
the rich blue of the strait, needless of
the flashing glitter OF the sun upon
the water, the simmer of the leaves
in the distant palm groves, or the wild
chorus of the native boatmen as they
pulled their cargoes of cocoa-nuts and
plaintains past toward Penang.
At last bright smile lit upon the
sweet firm outlines of her mouth, and
rising she drew down with mn impera-
tive motion the dark Vermian of the
windows.
Eyersley closed his last letter, and
threw it upon the table.
II have only to say goodbye now,
and then another leaf in my life is
turned"
He stood for moment with his
arms resting upon the back of his
chair. while memory poured flood of
rccoilections upon his mind-kate,
tn ir rides, their walks, the echo OF
her songs, the dutter of her dress
amid the jessamines, her happy laugh,
all came back TO him with such pain
full distinctness.
"Pshaw Halo there p he exclaim-
ed, going to the door. "Chitta, tell
Banda l want him"
Banda" he said, when the shikar-
IA appeared, "has the SEA breeze
sprung up yet?"
Eyes, Sahib, it is cool now"
"Well, then, get my gun, and We
will have another turn among the
snipe. By-the-way, did you find any
more signs of the tiger this niorning2'
"No, sahib; he has gone back TO his
Jungle"
"Well, bring Grouse with you the
old dog is the steadiest retriever, and
meet me in n quarter OF an hour on
the front yerandah.
AS Everslcy appeared where Banda
was already waiting for him, he
caught the glimpse of dress disap-
pearing down one of tho native paths.
Who is that, Banda? Has Miss
Sandiland gone out to walk 2"
Missee Kate, sahib.
Eversley thought for a moment,
then re-entered the house, and re-
turned with n double barreled rife,
which he gave to the shiaarra.
We may come across some large
game, he said; and, taking up his
own gun walked rapidly away in the
direction Kate had gone, followed by
Banda.
I'm hour and half was spent work
ing up the edge of swamp mile
from oonda and Grouse had been
kept busy, when snipe arose some
dis ance off with long shot, Eyersley
brought i. down; but the bird tow
cred and pitched dead hundred
yards further on the edge of a strip of
Jungle. The old dog was sent to re-
trive it. AS they drew near the spot,
and feathering eagerly along the
brush, the dog with yelp and a
growl, came running back to his mas
ter, his tail between his legs, and
every hair on his body erect and quiv-
ering with rage and fear.
What's up now, Grouse ?" said
Eversley. " Go on, old dog. Seek
dead
But the dog refused to move, re-
Looping with deep growl, and gazing
intently at the Jungle.
Eversley walked to the spot, with a
view to recovering the bird and ascer-
aiming the object of Gouse's terror. =
Something on the ground attracted
his attention. STOPPING, he examined
it intently, and then, raising, called to
the shlkarra:
6 Banda, no wonder poor Grouse is
in such funk. Here are the tracks
of our friend, the tiger, aid not halt
an hour old, and, good God, Miss
Sandiland is out and alone |!
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