The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1891-09-13

Hastings found fault with Khodja, and
has bewltched the poor gentleman so that
he can only speak as she lets him. and is
IKE one that eats opium. One day Mr.
Hastings ordered Khodja out of his house.
and the woman gave him money 10 60
He was bewildered and did not know what
TO do, till he fell III with this countryman
of his.
Its curious story, but ii seems this
man is somehow connected with the nurse
whose history khodja knows little. She
IS halt-caste, and the Hlndoo Il can't
remember his name) had come from India
TO ind her, so khodja has been with him
since trying to find out where she had
taken Mr.. Hastings. He had only just
found out that day, and was going hot
foot 10 tell the Hindoo.'
oh, did you get the address," cried
Ruth: laying her hand on MacDougal's
arm her great dark eyes wide open with
earnestness
'Ay, did Here it is" drawing out
bit of paper. Mrs. Smithson, IA Park
crescent, Newcross. But they'll not let
a creature into the place unless this
woman Somers, or Smlthson, as she calls
herself, gives permission. Somehow
+ hhodJa lighted ON her and followed Tor
hours until he tracked her to the house.
lie says there are servants and seemingly
every comfort in the place, but no one is
allowed across the threshold"
''Oh, MacDougal, | must let Captain
| Carew know st once" cried Ruth, wild
/ with excitement.
* hodja asked if he were in London
but did not know his address. so prom
lsed to tell you" returned MacDougal.
Il am dreadfully afraid he has gone to
Leeds L know he wanted TO see the
colonel of his regiment. What shall We
do? l Will so myself" She wrung her
/ hands.
Eth. Miss Ruth, is it that bad!" ex-
claimed MacDougal. struck with her ges-
ture and expression.
bad, she repeated. nothing can be
worse. Captain Carew is accused of forg-
ing my brothers. signature to a check,
and no one can disprove it but Mr. Hast
lnEs. captain Carew fancles the nurse.
MIS-. Sone-s, wishes 10 prevent him from
seeing my brother"
God knows! Khodia says she is real
she devil said Macpougal.
Its most unfortunate my mother is not
at home Ny aunt, ner only sister, is
very Ill, and sent for her last evening.
Tomorrow will go myself 10 Mr.. Heart
wells He will know what 10 do. Ny
| mother is in Herefordshire, quite four
hours Journey. 1t | only knew Mr.
Heartweil's private residence would 80
to him now
Yell just need to have faith, my dear
} =.
guide Us through the wilderness Of our
own weak devices, and the Sabbath is
difficult day"
There IS no Sabbath for trouble and
fear such as mine" cried Ruth. Did
khodJa say where he was to be found.
NO. He was in a hurry, and Just
clean forgot 10 ask him"
That night Ruth, who was worn out
with anxiety and emotion, fell asleep soon,
but she had only n brief respite from
trouble
she awoke considerably before dawn,
and then further sleep was impossible.
How long she watched for the first gtim-
mer Of light she could not tell, and when
the faint gray light OF morning was reveal
ing the forms Of tree and bush, she heard
familiar sound, which reused her TO III
tense attention
1t was the click Of the latch that fast
ened the entrance gate, repeated more
loudly after the interval OF second, as II
the gate had been hastily thrust open and
let 70 swing back unchecked.
Ruth rose hastily and opened her window
a. tall figure came round the bend IN the
approach. The figure was also familiar,
even IN the dim light she recognized the
postmaster.
"MacDougal, " she called. He stopped.
Eth, Miss Ruth l have grand news for
for YOU; come down and open the door TO
me"
Il will, l will come quickly" She hastily
threw on a dressing gown and lii her can
die, Going rapidly down stairs she I'M
fastened the front door and admitted
MscDougal. observing even IN her excite
ment that he had an odd, unsteady look,
as II not quite sober but she knew he was
a total abstainerl He had probably hur-
RED too much Tor he was GREATNESS
Here, Miss Ruth. its all right, they
have sent for you, cried MacDougal, and
he thrust telegram into her hand.
For me-" she cried, tearing it open and
reading: 80 Miss Hastings, The orange,
Brae knell Park, Surrey; Come 10 your
brother. James Hastings, 81 once Eleanor
Smithson, IL Park Crescent, New cross
"Oh, thank God, ahs exclaimed catch