Evening star., 1911-05-30
l. A. r. WYLIE.

her home, she had accepted, and now
sat by his side, thoughtful, almost de-
pressed, though she did not own 1t even
to herself.
Try as she would she could not throw
off the constantly recurring memory OF
her parting with Nehal Singh. She made
fun of it and Of herself, and yet she
could not laugh over it-her power OF ir-
responsible enjoyment had been taken
suddenly from her.
"You will not now say that we shall
never meet again." he had said, pressing
something into her hand. Now you will
never forget" he had added. ut is a
talisman of remembrance
What ne had given her she did not
know. 1t lay tightly clutched in the
palm of her understanding hard and
cold, which she dared not look at. She
had not even been able to demonstrate
or thank him. She had been spellbound,
hypnotized.
TT really has been splendid" she
heard Travers say in her ear. Things
went just like clockwork. Five minutes
conversation got the whole clubhouse out
of him. and what you managed in your
quarter of an hour. goodness knows.
You are g. clever woman and no mistake!'
"Please-don't!" she burst out, irritably.
"Hullo! What's the matter? What
are you SO cross about?"
I'm not crOss-only tired, tired, tired
and sick of 1t all. Do drive on!''
Far behind them solitary figure stood
on the broad steps Of the palace. amid
the dying splendors Of the evening and
gazed in the direction which the merry
procession had taken. A long time 1t had
stood there, motionless, passive, the fine
husk Of the soul which had wandered out
into a new world Of hope and possibilities
following the woman whose hand had
flung the gates wide for him to enter in.
Another figure crept out Of the shadows
and drew near. Twisted and bent, 1t
stood beside the bold. upright form and
lifted it's face, hate filled, to the pale
light of the stars.
7.Nehal Singh. Nehal Singh = oh. my
son.
The prince turned coldly.
rs It thou? Hast thou dagger in thy
hand?"
Il have no dagger-would to God had!
face"
How meanest thou? Thy enemy is
dead
Nevertheless. his face is among the
living. AS a servant I crept among the
strangers, and saw him straight In the
eyes. He has grown younger. but it is
he. 1t Is the body of the son. but the
soul OF his father In his eyes-and. father
or son. their blood Is poison to me-"
Nehal Singh knit his brows.
''Knowest thou his Manner
LAY. now I know his name. It came
back to me when I saw his face. Stat
ford he was called-Staford!" He crept
closer. his thin hand fell like 4 wise on
Nehals arm. xiii him!' he whispered.
Kill him-the son OF thy fathers be-
trayer!
Nehal Singh shook himself free.
II cannot" he answered. proudly. and
q warm thrill of enthusiasm rang in his
voice. II cannot. They are all my
brothers. / cannot take my brothers
blood"
With moan Of anger the twisted fig-
ure crept back into the shadow. and
once more Nehal Singh stood alone.
Unconsciously he had accepted and pro-
claimed Beatrice Cary's ideal as his own.
The hour Of bloodshed was gone. mercy
and justice called him In its stead. And
In that acceptance OF q new era his eaze
light beyond. The Jungle which had
bound his life was gone: all hindrances.
all CULTS OF hatred ana revenge. were
ovorthrown and bridged. The world Of