The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1907-01-10

rectly I got back. and unlocking a
trunk / carefully looked through the |
papers had collected during my So
journ in India and the notebooks | |
had written until came upon an ac-
count of my interview with the saint |
OF the Himalayas. SO far had found |
nothing to help me; II this did not |
give me a clue to Burton's strange |
behavior l could do nothing more.
But the clue, thank heaven, was
there.
Some of these Hindu ascetics." l
had written, acquire extraordinary
powers, but the wonder-working sad
hus are not to be found in crowded
, streets and bazaars, but in the lonely
| jungle and snow-locked mountain,
where the foot of man is rarely seen.
| Here, after years of penance and pro-
baton, they are able to perform what
seem miracles to grosser minded men.
'"The sadhu have seen to-day is
such one. AT my urgent entreaty
he gave me an example of his power.
He told me that he had only to make
certain mystical sign on anything
he wanted and It would be brought to
him by an unseen agent, and in proof
of this a few minutes after he had
touched a plant growing in a cleft of
rock saw it lying at his feet! 1t
appears, however, that all such things
brought by his djinn, or familiar
spirit, only remained with him for a
time. He had no power to keep them
permanently.
put my notebook down.
Burton attached himself to him
and became his disciple, doubtless
with the object of learning his power
and making use of it to unworthy
, ends" l mused "And. unfortunate
ly, the old sadhu must have taught
him a good deal. l understand now
how the stones disappeared, though
still 1 do not see why he wanted
them"
But 1 was to learn that little
, later.
,, was a bad sleeper and often went
+. for stroll after other people had
I gone to bed. Lately 1 had been par
ticularly wakeful and uneasy, being
convinced that some mischief was at
\ | MOIhs anu hOb WhdI ~
I. was, and when 1 went out instinct
lively made 1t a habit to walk past
Colonel Langley's bungalow. 1t
, seemed possible that Burton would
repeat his secret visit, and If so
!, wanted to be there to see. But a
!. week had passed since the incident
! of the stones, and, as far as 1 knew
!, he had not gone again at night.
He had looked worried and anx-
ious of late, and l fancied he was
getting desperate. He had lost
ground with Cynthia, who obviously
: avoided him, and altogether things
T seemed to be reaching crisis. The
station generally had had enough oi
him, and he was more or less ostra
= cised, but he was too absorbed in hi:
mad infatuation to care about any
thing else.
. AS 1 leaned against the Coloneli
$ palings, looking idly down the empty
~ moonlit road, thinking that / woulC
i turn in when l had finished my Gig
n arctic, heard soft footstep behin(
q me, and swinging round sharply
g saw Cynthia Langley. / started for
n ward with an exclamation on my lip
q when stopped short.
n The girls eyes were wide open
% but fixed and empty; she was walking
Z in her sleep, or something like it. ant
it might be dangerous to rouse her
v She still wore her white evening
= dress, and gliding along with tina
a light, unconscious step, she looked
o like some fair spirit. Too bewilderet
q to wonder where she was going,
q followed her.
d For some minutes we walked owe
Ie the silent plain, she little ahead o
% me, then suddenly she turned off tn
rough track and stopped, as thougl
le arrested by an unseen hand.
* In a moment / knew the reason
e. Jerome Burton's white encampmen
e. was close by, and Burton himself no.
ly came forward with outstretched han
from the shelter of tree. My frs
inclination was to seize him by tn
no throat, but he evidently had not see
Id me, and crouching in the shadows
of watched and waited.
of His touch and voice reused tn
Of | SiIlp anu SHe gave oudIp CITY.
20 What is it? Where am II" sh
ID said, looking round wildly.
nj with me, dearest. You are quit
m safe, don't tremble so You mus
n have been thinking of me. as l was {
nd you, and you came out to give me
kind word, so that l might sleep
IA peace. You have not given me man
,al kind words of late. have you? An
20 no rest has come to me day or night
a. His voice was as soft and musicl
- as a charm, and he looked at her wit
-, worshiping eyes. Whatever he migl
Cd be, his love was something that l
'ar woman could despise. For momel
.as wondered Then l saw Cynth
tear her hands away with a passio
20 ate cry.
ed you brought me here" she sal
me "by your Wicked arts DO you thiI
| should have come of my own fr
il. will? Don't you know that if at fiji
are | was vain and foolish enough to fe
ng hattered by your attentions, / ha
ST. long hated and feared you? l ha
en- kept silence and endured your pre-
ly. ence out of consideration for the mi
ng | love and because every day l hop