Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-05-09

projecting vines of the trellis outside to a
sharp black network. aching on the retina.
Rama suddenly blocked the way.
"COme. come" he entreated. what
have I said, Bowman? I have made you
angry?
Thus halted and outfaced David came
forth. plump with all his discontents.
Rama. you ought-we ought to know
better! Oh. there's no reason for you to
look surprised! I think you remember
what happened by the Sultan Muda' 8
grave, and how poor Amat went this
morning. and the particular pains YOU
took to show yourself down there in Shy
poo What-you-caIl-it's tent
All" said his friend, slowly. You
mean the thing-whatever it is-the thing
will follow us here?"
You're a dab at guessing" answered
David.
The sultan sauinted up with eyes full of
20 wise man. he cried. 'Of course
the thing will! I wanted it to! Are you
afraid?"
David wagged his head. muttering.
You bet I'm afraid" Anger and worry
brains will help me that far. Man. can't
you see?" he burst out, passionately.
Here We are. of all places in the world.
with Miss Arnot under the same roof!
How can we tell IL the-the thing--will
look for us first? It gave Amat finish
this morning-nOt u.s.
Rama, stepping back. opened his lips
and rounded them into droll circle-a
grimace that in every line spelled amaze
ment and chagrin.
II never thought of IT," he declared
You're right, very right. never
thought" He stared at the lamp, dis
comfited. you people always put the
women first, don't you? I forgot
David made no reply.
I'VE can watch" the culprit suggested,
lamelV I'VE muSf watch all night
The two men regarded each other ST.
lently, with the same queer look Of con-
Germ, OF an anxiety to which neither of
them could put name. Each waited for
resolutely to the edge of their little
cloister. stood looking out into the rain.
The night held but one sound, the sound
OF water-an immense, continual splash
ing, mixed with q clean, quick spatter
among the leaves Of the jutting trellis.
Flash followed flash, now separate. now
slurred into a long. throbbing unity of
brilliance. as though some reckless child
were playing with all the lights of tho
world. The great raindrops. falling per-
pendicular. glittered like steel bullets, or
hoped upon the ground as white and
lively as hail. The reddish floor OF the
tennis court. the gray lines cutting it into
squares. every wire I'm the mesh Of the
backstop nets shivered out with I'M
earthly prominence. Colors glowed-the
green enamel Of dripping leaves; the pink
rose petal Of a folded cloud: the sky in
rents and patches, midsummer blue. Dark
ness erased all these-no common dark
ness, but something final and savage, like
the loss of sight forever. Thunder fol-
lowed. as II numberless hawsers were
parting all at once and colossal planks
cracking into splinters. Then. quickly as
1t had come. the storm swept up the
mountain and away. Stars, brightly
washed. glittered above the cinchonas.
The last departing flash lighted the last
Of the rain.
Ibid you see?" David laid his hand on
Rama's arm. Both men leaned out from
the veranda steps.
Some one had appeared for an instant;
some one in white. running toward them,
through a shower like Dances turned to
silver. This person arrived in a hurry,
splashing through puddles.
Go be continued tomorrow.)