Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1911-08-10

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power the house OF Rutton? Or had
the tamasha been arranged in order
to gather together all the rulers In
Rajputana without exciting suspicion
that they might agree upon a concert
ed plan of mutiny against the Sirkar?
The state affair of surprising import
ance had been arranged for the last
day Of grace allotted the Prince OF the
house Of Rutton. What had 1t to do
with the Gateway Of Swords. the
Voice, the Mind, the Eye, the Body.
the Bell?
by the way, Mr.. Raikes." said the
virginian suddenly, what do they call
the gate by which We entered the city
the southern gate?"
THE Gateway Of Swords. believe.
Farrell, on the point Of entering the
house, overheard and turned. rs
that so? Why, thought that gate
way was In Kathiapur."
I've heard of a Gateway Of Swords
in Kathiapur." Raikes admitted.
Never been there, mySeH.
"Kathiapur?"
"A dead city, Mr.. Amber, not far
ALPHABETICALLY the capital Of Khan
dawar. It's over there in the hills to
the north, somewhere. Old Rao Rut'
ton, founder Of the old dynasty, got
tired of the place and caused 1t to be
depopulated. building Kuttarpur In Its
stead-I believe, to commemorate
some victory or other. That sort OF
thing used to be quite the fashion In
India, before we came" Raikes fell
back, giving Amber precedence as
they entered the Residency. by the
way, remind me, II you think Of It.
Colonel Farrell, to get after the tele-
graph clerk tomorrow. There's a new
man in charge-a Bengal babu-and
/ presume he's about as worthless as
the run of his kind"
Amber made q careful note OF this
information; he was curious about
that babu.
In the drawing room Raikes and
Farrell impressed Clarkson for three
handed bridge. Sophia did not care
to play and Amber was ignorant OF
the game-a defect in his social edu-
cation which he found no cause to re-
greet, since It left him In undisputed
attendance upon the girl.
She had seated herself at warped
and discouraged plane, for which
Raikes had already apologlzed; It was,
he said, q legacy from former Resi-
dent. For years its yellow keys had
not known a woman's touch such as
that to which they now responded
with thin, cracked voices; the girls
fine, slender fingers wrung from them
a plaintive, pathetic parody Of melody.
Amber stood over her with his arms
folded on the top Of the instrument,
comfortably unconscious that his pose
was copied from any number Of senti'
mental photographers and art photo
graphs" His temper was sentimental
enough, for that matter; the woman
was very sweet and beautiful In his
eyes as she sat with her white. round
arms flashing over the keyboard, her
head bowed and her face a little
averted, the long lashes low upon her
cheeks and tremulous with q fathom-
less emotion. It was his thought that
his time was momentarily becoming
shorter, and that just now. more than
ever, she was very distant from his
arms. something inaccessible. too rare
and delicate and fine for the rude
possession Of him who sighed for his
own unworthiness.
Abruptly she brought both hands
down upon the keys, educing q jan
gled, startled crash from the tortured
wires, and swinging round. glanced
up at Amber with quaint mirth trem-
bling behind the ven Of moisture in
her misty eyes.
'India!" she cried. with q broken
laugh: india epitomized: q home
sick, exIIed woman trying to drag
song Of Home from the broken heart
Of a crippled pianol That is an Eng
lishwoman's India: it's our life. ever
to strive and struggle and contrive TO
piece together out Of makeshlft odds
and ends the atmosphere Of Homei
It's SUGGESTING IN here. Come"
She ross win q quick shrug Of I'M