The Huttig news., 1911-07-22

1 i've ddyS When, sndNeQ ana dressed he returned to the common living room of the resthouse
 The girl kept him waiting but lit tie Awhile. Lacking the attentions Of an Ayah. she had probably been un. able to bathe so extensively as he, but eventually she appeared in an i'm measurably more happy state of body and mind, calling up to him the sim He. stronger than any other, of a tall, fair lily after a morning shower And she was in a bewitching humor. one that ingenuously enough succeeded in entangling him more thoroughly than ever before in the web of her Vaccinations. Over an execrable cur l ry of stringy fowl and questionable rice. eked out with tea and timed delicacies of their own. their chatter, 1 at the beginning sufficiently gay and | lnconseqnent, drifted by imrer- ceptibe and unsuspected eradations perilously close to the shoals ot h. timacy And subsequently. when trey had packed themselves back into the 1arrow tonga seat and again were be- ing bounced and juggled breathlessly ovext shocking roads the exchange of condolences continued with unabated interest
 For all the taint upon her pedi- gree, she proved herself to Amber at heart a simple. lonely Englishwoman "a stranger In a sullen and suspi cious land. desiring nothing better than 10 return to the England she had seen and learned to love, the England of ample lawns, of box hedges, and lanes, of traveled highways. pave ments and gaslights. of shops and theaters. of home and family ties :.
 But India she knew 'I sometimes fancy" she told him, with the con- scious laugh that deprecates con- tessed superstition. that I must have lived here in some past incarnation" She paused, but he did not speak. Do you believe in reincarnation? ?'' Again he had no answer for her, though temporarily he saw the day light as darkness. Its hard to live here for long and resist belief in 1t. But as a matter of fact seem to understand these people better than they're understood by most of my people. Don't you think it curi- ous? Perhaps it's merely intuition"
 That's the birthright of your sex" he said. rousing. "On the other hand, you have to remember that your fa- ther Is one of family that for gen erations has served the Empire And 1 your mother?'
 She. too, came of an Anglo-Indian family. Indeed, they met and courted here, though they were married in England So you think my insight into native character a sort of birthright-a sense inherited?"
 haps-something of the sort
 You may be right. We'll never know. At all events, I seem to have a more--more painful comprehension of the native than most of the English In this country have: l seem to feel to sense their motives, their desires aspirations. even sometimes their un- trenslatable thoughts. l believe I un. derstand perfectly their feeling to- ward us, the governing race
 Then" said Amber, you know something his Highness the Vieeroy himself would give his ears to be sure of"
 T know that; but do.'
 And that feeling is-?'
 Not love. MT. Amber
 Very much to the contrary-?"
 ''Very much" she affirmed with deep conviction.
 This Indian unrest one reads of In the papers is not mere gossip. then?"
 Anything but that; it's the hidden fire stirring within the volcano we told ourselves was dead The quiet of the last 50 years has been not content but slumber; deep down there has always been the fire. slow, deadly. smolderipg beneath the ashes. The Mutiny still lives in spirit: some day t will break out afresh You must believe mel know"
 Night overlook the tonga when 1t vas close upon Kuttarpur. sweeping town upon the world like a blanket of darkness. at the moment that the final relay of ponies was being hitch ed in.
 With fresh ponies the tonga took the road with wild initial rush oon to be moderated, when 1t began % climb the last steep grade to the pass that gives access to Kuttarpur rom the south. For an hour the road toiled up and ever upward; steep cliffs of rock crowded it, threatening push it over into black abysses, or 70 choke it of between towering, formidable walls. It swerved sud ienly into a broad, clear space. The 'onga paused. Voluntarily Ram Nath poke for almost the first time since morning.
 'Kuttarpur." he said. with a wave of his whip.
 Aloof austere and naughty. the City of Swords sits in the mouth of ra- vine so narrow that wall no more han 100 yards in length is sufficient to seal it's scutherly approach. Be