Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-06-29
CHAPTER VIII-Continued.

Mrs. Carmichael. you are stronf
woman he appealed. Between them the,
managed to bring Mrs. Cary's heavy. un
conscious frame down the steps. 1t was
a nerve-trying task, for their progress
was of necessity a slow one. and the
sound of the desperate fighting seemed t.
surround them every side. 1t~was
with a feeling Of intense relief that the
little party saw Nicholson appear from
amid the trees and run toward them.
That's right! he cried. Only b.
quick! They are at us on all sides now
but my men are keeping them off unit
you are out of the bungalow. The ole
ruin at the back Of the garden is our las
stand. Carmichael is there already will
detachment and is keeping off real
attack. I shall remain here
"Alone?" Berry asked, anxiously.
Eyes. I believe they will ransack thu
bungalow first. When they come the ra
jah is sure to be at their head and-well
it's going to be diamond cut diamond be
tween US two when we meet l know the
beggars and their superstition. If l gel
in the first shot. they will bolt. If he
does
You are going to shoot him down like
a rat in trap. Beatrice burst out, pas
sionately.
The others had already hurried on
With gentle force he urged her to fol
low them.
"Or be shot down myself he said
Leave me to do my duty as | think
best"
She met his grave eyes defiantly. but
perhaps. some instinct told her that he
was risking his life for a poor chance
for their last chance. for without a WORD
she turned away. apparently in the dIrec'
ton which her companions had already
taken.
AS soon as she was out Of sight NichOl-
son recharged his smoking revolver anC
stood there quietly waiting. His trained
ear heard the firing in front of the bunga
low ease. He knew then that his mer
Were atiring to join Col Carmichael, ana
that stood alone. the last barrier be-
tween death and those he loved. The
.souno of triumphant shouting drew
nearer: he heard the wrenching and tear.
ing of doors crashing down before an i'm
petuous onslaught. the cling of steel. 9
howl of sudden satisfaction. His hano
frightened upon his revolver. he stooo
ready to meet his enemy single handed
to fight out the duel between man and
man. But no one came. 4 bewilderine
thirsty cry. 1t was as though the hand
Of death had fallen and with one ami
hilating blow beaten down the approach
ing horde in the high tide of their victory
But of the two this strange stiffness was
the more terrible Ii penetrated to the
little waiting group in the old bungalow
and filled them with the chill horror OF
the unknown. Something had happened
that they felt.
Lois crept to the doorway and peered
out into the gathering daylight. Here
and there, half hidden behind the shelter
of the trees. she could see the khak-clad
figures of the Gurkhas, some kneeling
some standing. their rifles raised to their
dark faces. waiting like statues for the
enemy that never came. dead. petri-
fled world. the only living thing the sun
shine. which played in peaceful indfner.
ence upon the scene of an old and a new
tragedy! Lois thought of her mother
BY the power OF an overweight mag
nation she looked back through quarter
Of q century to day of which this pres
ent was a strange and horrible repetition
For moment she lived her mothers