The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, 1909-09-22
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result WuS MaA Shesi, La ocala, Dr6s-
den, and the rest Woodruff has
heard her. Say. there. Woody, any
voice?"
"Ripping!" answered Woodruff;
never realized her power until she
sang her last song-a Hindu love
song-queer stunt. Made me feel
lumpy around the throat, though I'm
reputed to have whitleather for a
heart
Then I'll CO." said Dicky, so that
his excellency will not consider that
have sighted him."
The trio sidled inside and took some
chairs In an obscure corner. Sir Rich.
ard Monvell glanced over the people
with an Indifferent gaze. He looked
at the singer, who was standing in
an affected pose waiting for the &C.
compartment to begin. She was Of
good figure. but a hideous dress of
orange-colored satin gave the powder
and rouge that lay thickly on her
dusky cheeks disgusting accentua-
ton. and made her even more hid
eous.
The keynote fell And she sang. In
q deep, rich contralto-witha an accent
that brought Dicky to wondering-a
French chanson OF the seventeenth
century. So marvellous were her In
donations that Dicky could see the
brocades Of La Belle Marquise. Then
he split his tight, white gloves ap
plauding.
that Hindu Iaua
now" said Woodruff, who had Just
Joined the trio and had helped In the
applause.
In its expectation the ballroom be-
same deathly silent.
Then she sang-sang until Dicky
felt the world swimming before his
eyes-sang until Dicky's throat closed
as though q strong hand had gripped
II. Then he remembered little
house far out on the white road to
Poona and q Hindu girl. That was
her song. The song she had made
for him out of the fullness Of her
love. out Of the JOY Of life. out Of the
breath that came from the nostrils Of
love. But how came this hideous
creature to sing It? Then Sir Rich
ard was no longer the man Of impor-
lance. the wearer of titles and hon
orable names. but the subaltern, the
Dicky who was snubbed by Molly
Burke, and the Hindu girl again sang
like the bulbul to him OF her love.
1t was over. The applause brought
many white gloves to the besgars'
split.
After the affair Sir Richard
went to meet her with the spirit
of Dicky. the subaltern. hunger
Ing for the Hindu girls song Of
love. He went half willingly. half un-
willingly.
Then, beneath the rouge and pow
der. apart from the hideous gown Of
orange and black. Dicky-who was
now the subaltern-saw the little Hin
du girl. She acknowledged the in
voice was low and musical.
Later when Sir Richard reached
his chambers he was not surprised to
nnd q note awaiting him. It was has
tily scrawled on Government house pa
per.
IF you will ask for me at the Tai
Mahal," II ran, you can see me to-
night" But the signature was q
queer little thing In Hindustanee. All.
how famiiiari
When Sir Dicky had walked fever
ishly over the few feet Of ground be-
tween the club chambers and the Tai
Mahai hotel he found himself asking.
in n queer. throaty voice. for Nine.
Martinez.
"Sir Richard Nonvelif Madam Mar
tines sent word that you were to be
shown into her private parlor."
Dicky found himself alone In the
room. He looked around It. Auto
graphed photographs Of Mslba, Eamss.
Flancon. Chaminade and Paderewski
were there, but in q great frame Of
carven Burmese silver there was q
photograph OF the Dicky Monvell Of
ten years ago.
Then, like a whirlwind, q native
woman came into the room. Her bare.
dimpled knees and slender, graceful
ankles showed beneath native gar
ments.
"Dicky!" she moaned. and fell sob
bling at his feet Her golden anklets
we're almost the color Of her brilliant
skin, and the heavy bracelets that
ciinked about her wrists were the
same for which Dicky had borrowed
money Of the Parsee to pay. But her
throat, her beautiful. statuesque
throat, was bound, as 1t had been that
evening at Government house. IN .
svathins Of chiffon and glittering Sc
quins.
Dicky succumbed.
All the thoughts of ten years. ago
came back with her sobbing voice. her
bewildering presence. He took her in
his arms-the sharp edge of a brace
let cut his hand. The Hindu girl
laughed.
See. Dicky. 1 have cut mine. too"
She laughed again as she drew the
bracelet across her other hand.
FOOLISH" he cried. and he lifted
the cut hand to his lips. She snatehed
II away. But her smile was the smile
of the blessed ones. Then she seized
his hand and placed her lips to the
scratch and drew from 1t the blood
that ran.