Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-05-02

The fellow had not the strength of devils.
but the cunning. He overthrow his
guards, Abdurrahman and Majang koro.
He fled. Hasan pointed up the marshy
path that struggled inland. Like a wild
colt. into the mountains-
'EnOugh.' The Stlltan's feZ flashed up
ward and backward. He seemed visihly
taller Satan" he cried in fury: Satan
! has been busy with my morning
Dato Hasan nursing the long symbol
of his office. drew back. Inundated, among
the Silken courters. who shifted uneasiy
and hung their heads in disgrace. Their
master, shaking With passion, poured ont
torrent of words. from which they
shrank without d murmur. without so
much as an cyelid raised III defense.
Al the very height and flaming climax
of this outburst David moved audaciously
alongside shoulder to shoulder, till his lips
approached the royal ear.
Tic whispered.
A shock of establishment ran throughout
the whole retinuc. The warlke mobiles.
as though charm had snapped, raised
their Leads stared in wonder. questioned
caCh other aSkance. The sultan himself.
cut Siort in savage cpiGram, had
wheeled about with his blacklist frown
and lips curling q if to bite His features,
after one droil conflict of opposite and be
Wildercd emotions. relaxed gradually into
a smile.
"Of course he whispered. nodding to
come back for it. of course | never
thought of that. Tonight: We'll catch him
ourselves. Bowman. BY the grave
His smile altered, in a crafty fashion.
that promised badly for Rosario. He
stood nusins. His followers, now that
the storm had passed, took heart enough
to change their attitudes. with murmurs
and the rustic of silks; their dark eyes
meanwhile studying, in sullen curiosity.
this unknown white LdkSamana who
their
:" cried the sultan. Go find your
prisoner. Lalu. Scour the mountains :.
Bring him again
At one austere wave of his hand the
courtiers dispersed, pausns only to hide
their gilt umbrellas in the bush.
They'll never catch him. YOU know
laughed Rama. MiSch'eVous as "A boy. lie
watched them file away through the
marshN path: to scatter like sllirmishers
among the distant trees. Your plan
BOWma,, promises better sport. Let them
chase about. The suns hot. Serves them
ri light
lie beckoned imperiously to the young
Dato Hasan. who stood waiting beside
the bamboo tent
This 1nery," said he bellies my de-
scription in the passport card 1t might
be awkward To explain. Come. Help me
change"
Followed by the discounted sword
bearer. he left the jetty and disappeared
into ncighboring clump of bamboo Da-
vld sat in the pavilion and ragged with
helpless impatience. Time UNDECIDED In
oriental transa ctions. dragged by to the
low sound of lake water tapping among
the deserted boats. Morning became noon.
When a last the sultan came forth again
he was in plain dress, without ornament
or Weapon-blacl1 feZ, severe white tunic
and skirt painted in lozenges of burnt
orange and dull brown. BY this sober
transformation he appeared like some
young Arab merchant, uncommonly proud
and handsome. Dato Hasan came slowly
after. directing three servants, who car
ried baskets.
Bowman. this is plea SAINT place.
drawled the prince. STOPPING TO enter the
small pavilion. Let us eat beside tile
lake. where it's cool. Here comes tiffin.
Plain fare. YOU know. I'm not a Chris
tian. | don't drink"
Tiffin they had. accordingly, in their
shelter of clean thatch, an airy chamber