The daily democrat. [volume] (Anadarko, Oklahoma) 190?-1908, 1908-11-03


nected with Il, AMI | bided in patience
the ume wnen CiarKe should see fit 10
tell IL.
The silver skull is pictured in my
minds eye as | write; the delicate
tracery of it's ornamentation; the al
most uncanny beauty OF the head and
bust which formed the handle: the
face that always inspired in me rev
erence and awe.
Across the pure white forehead. just
over the eye.sockets, was the word
"Ynath" beautifully inlaid In silver
script Looking through the eye-socket,
II could be seen that the bone was
not cut through but the silver was
welded to It by some process with
which ! was unfamiliar.
We had gone to bed early that night,
but IL was so insuiferably hot that
sleep was out of the question"
I awoke with a start conscious that
something was wrong. The sight
saw for moment robbed me
of all power of voice or motion. A
crouching figure was creeping slowly
toward me across the library floor with
arms outstretched toward the shining
silver skull on the table.
Standing in Clarke's doorway was
another figure, white robed. and mo
tionless but for the flashing eyes thai
followed every movement of the in
trudeT's back.
The figure in the doorway wal
Clarke. clad in white pajamas, stand
ing erect. his arms folded. was con
cerned to notice that no had M
weapon. while the intruder carried IL
bis right hand stiletto which flashed
in the dim light
Suddenly the tableau broke into |
riot OF action. The intruder's fingeri
were closing over the silver skull
Clarkes arm was outstretched, anC
the one word stop" In unrufiled ton,
broke the silence.
The figure turned and the stilett'
flashed in the light | sprang from m!
bed and dashed through the portieres
The figure advanced toward Clark
with weapon raised, while ! crouche,
for a spring at his throat. But In
steady eyes and uplifted hand of m
companion told me that he had the sill
uation In hand.
80 you've come for it, Achmon,
said my companion, pushing a chai
toward our caller. who Imply san
into II.
Come for her, yes. For what els
have l traversed these thousands {
miles? For what else have spent &c
weary years in your cruel, white man
prison?"
And for what else did YOU do fC
DR.. Ranthan?" interrupted Clarke.
"The sahlb does not know that me-
power has been sent me. You can pr
me In your prison but you cannot kee
me there. | have left one; will leay
another. / will get the skull" returne'
the Hindu doggedly.
Achmon and are old friends. yo
see" he said TO me.
But | noticed that notwithstandin
his apparent nonchalance his eye
never for a second left the Hindu.
Now, Sexton" said Clarke, when b
had filled three glasses, 'Whlle we al
waiting for Ship III tell you a litt
story, and Achmon here will vouc
for the truth OF &C. After the fashio
of story-tellers. We will serve up ii
mystery first and then unfold the sol
ton, which, OF course, we have know
all the time. Get my scrap-book, n
third from the right on the secou
shelf from the top in the FIRST tie
Now open to page 3O2 and read "a
clipping from the New York sun. b
ing reformed newspaper man yo
will recognize the head letter.
/ read aloud the following:
BELLEVUE STUDENT MISTER
OUSLY KILLED.
"Dr. John X. Ranthan, a gradual
student In Bellevue hospital. was four