Arizona silver belt., 1894-07-07


 iy distinguishable from the color of the ground Suddenly he giided like a snake along the side of the tent and dis appeared under the curtain before the | entrance.
 On this very night tho major felt @ strange uneasiness, which prevented his ! sleeping, and toward midnight had 1 thrown himself half undressed in the hammock suspended in his bungalow. But his uneasiness only increased till 1t finally took the form of disagreeable presentment of foreboding of impend- ing evil. Evil to whomp He sprang up, and going to the entrance looked out into the clear starlit night Not sound broke the stiffness. The very silence was oppressive to him. In the open space in the center of the camp he could see the single tent A smile broke over his face.
 Poor little thing" he murmured. Hers has been an unhappy iotl What has the future in store for her? How contented she appears to be herel How her beautiful eyes light up every time we moetl And what delightful look comes into her bewitching face! Egad, major, l verily believe if you weren't confirmed old bachelor you would bo falling madly in love with old Raha. doors httle''--
 He cut himself short, his eyes glow ing like live coals
 Heavens, what was that? He had just seen against the shimmering white can vas of Natalie's tent something like fitting shalow--a human form gliding along close to the ground and vanishing ct the entrance
 Whipping out his pistol--a trusty friend that never left him in that treach- erous land--he sped silently over the ground in his slippered feet to Natalie's tent and was about to tear aside the cur tain when a low voice--a DIan' 's-struck his ear. He paused and listened.
 Awake, awake, daughter of the faithfulr' said the voice in Hindoo. stance. Rouse yourself, for time is precious, if you would escape this night from the aecursed dogs who hold you in bondageh
 At these words the ms jor set his teeth hard together to keep from uttering great oath and clutched luis pistol more firmly.
 ''She sleeps soundly, continued the voice, which sounded familiar to the officer, as though she had ,,n easy con. science. But doubtless she is kept under the influence of powerful drug that she may not realize her shame. Natalie, Natalie, awakel It is true iviend who speaks to you-Punjo, who used 10 Bar=e your father.
 "PunJol" repeated the major to him self, with start By heavens, he is playing now into the hands of the Brah- mans! It shall cost the traitor dearp'
 Now there eamo little cry of alarm from Natalie, and her soft voice asked:
 Who is there? Who speaks to Nata. lie?'
 'Punjo, your fathers old servant, who would save you from your disgrace. Listen The handsome Brahman priest who led you to the funeral pile and your people--your friends-sent me to youn--
 ''I have no friends but the Englishr' broke in Natalie voice
 "Ah, said tho spy, what has the Englishman been telling you? i He has been boguiling you with false | words that he might make you blind to | your shame and make you his slave
 "Slayep murnured the young widow in scornful tone Tt were better to be | his slave than return to the people who deceived mel"
 But listen, Natalie You need not return to your people if you do not wish to. The handsome young Brahman priest charged mo to tell you that he would protect you from them"-
 ''I hate him aad the rest of the priests now that my eyes are open to their per idy. shall not return to themp' said Natalie
 "Ah, you, a woman, da-a defy the priests!' hssed the spy ''Hark you, Go with me you shall in spite # yourself! Punjo has not risked his fife for nothing''-
 A heavy hand fell upon the speakers ieck, there was loud report, and the dindoo, bounding backward, fen in leap at the entrance to the tent
 Natalie, terrified, flung herself at the majors feet, and clasping his knees tightly with her soft, round arms cried ,ut:
 "Oh, l know you even in the dark You have saved Natalie once morel Ma allie shall be your slave-your willing lavem
 Stopping quickly, the major lifted her form ill his strong arms and aid in q solemn voice:
 No, hot my slave, sweet little Nata. ie, but my wife--in Englandr'-Dr T. ey Winthrop Moore in Washington lost.