Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1892-08-26
BOORAH, THE INDIAN.

slimly- built young fellow passed by
her one morning while she was lean
Ing against the rail OF steamer
blowing its way through the Suez
Canal
1t was a beautiful face, regular in
all its fine-cut proportions but there
was an upward curl to the dainty.
inky mustache. Il cynical bow to the
thin lips that gave 1t the look OF
the fiend. The eyes were deep brown.
and the nose was straight with curv-
ing nostrils; as for the hands they
were slender graceful. with fingers
us taper as Mauds own upon the
little finger of the left hand shone a
pigeon blood ruby worth a king s
ransom.
1t was Boorah. the son Of the rich
Indian OF Madras. son his way to
England 10 learn the English language
preparatory to taking. collegiate
course at Oxford.
In the saloon Boorah was but a
mute listener to the light conversa-
ton. but his tine face would brighten
up wonderfully when someone would
address him in his own. tongue. He
could not understand a single word Of
English as his life had been mostly
spent in the interior part of his coun-
try. Once when the gentleman who
was seated by Maud's side asked her
II she knew what the dark chap 8
name was. and she answered that she
aad heard him called Boorah. the
Indian started and flashed a look in
her direction. lie had caught, the
sound of his name as 1T fell softly
from Mauds lips Why did they
make him the subject OF their conver-
sation? Were they sneering at him.
his strangeness, his complexion his
race? He smiled slightly his thin
lips drew in straight line across his
teeth aud his nostrils quivered as he
almost unconsciously took slender
bit of braid from his pocket and be-
gan TO Irvine it about his slender
brown fingers. Good heavens Miss
Castleton see what the chap is doing
now. Do not look at him presently
however for If l mistake not he
thinks that we are talking about him. "
MAUI CdOO llCI O1 CO 6lJCA a.
or two towrrd the young Indian. She
felt a strange tightness about her
heart. a cold sensation pass over her
as she glanced at the object in his
hands. She quickly recovered her
composure. and turning to her com
Hanion said in low tone:
1t is the cord the Indians use il
to"
Hush! do not speak it l have
been among them too long not to rec
ognize il. That chap is dangerous
and / would not like TO incur his en-
nifty.
HE is"
''Shl a thug!"
When Maud again turned toward
Boorah's chair 1t was vacant Again
that tightness came about her hear
followed by the cold creeping sensa
tion. She shu6dered as she rose and
went to the other end OF the saloon
where a group of ladies were engaged
in bright small talk
Maud Castleton was an American
girl homeward bound in company with
her aunt after year S stay with rela
tives in the Madras. She was fair
haired girl whose heart had never
as yet been touched by one of Gu
pid darts At nineteen years OF age,
possessed Of ample means with Low
ing family circle at home. she found
other objects to engage her mind
Love would come soon enough. she
said at present she was free as "a birC
and she loved her liberty
When the steamer touched at Maple:
the Indian left it and proceeded by
rail to Paris while Maud and her aun
continued on board the vessel Wher
the pair reached London the first ia
miliar face that Maud met upon ar
irving at the hotel was that of Boo
rah.
.Auntie. let us 60 away from here
as soon as possible / do not lik
England at all. am so anxious u
see papa and mamma"
why DEAR there are lots OF mic
things to be seen in London; beside
you know we intended to stay her
two weeks"
Not two days If can help it.
broke in Masid. decidedly.
We'll OF all the queer turnsl Blu
why are you in such hurry TO leave
dear?'
Il do not know unless it is be
cause and Maud started as she say
that the dining-room chair upo
which the Indian had been seated wa
vacant. the weather is SO fogg
here"
We'll, Maud II that is the reason
j quite agree with you and we vii
leave as soon as possible. l must sa
this fog bothers my breathing dis
tressingly."
Within two days Maud and he
aunt took homeward bound steame
at Liverpool and a great load SCENE
lifted from the girls heart when sh
saw the land disappear in the wake q
the vessel
Several times during the passag
her aunt asked her why she ha
sobbed in her sleep Maud locke
distressed and would always say tha
she must have been dreaming.
was dreaming unpleasant dreams
however. The beautiful face with II