Gilpin observer., 1911-08-10

n1OutnpleCo OF Inc BELL, 6OOLeS1eo ffiHpoi
e = man Of high rank and pressing q
mysterious little bronze box. THE To-
ksn.. Into his hand. disappears In the
CHAPTER II. (contInued).
''You will have It that I must sur
render my only advantage-my In
cognito. If tell you how happen to
who 1 am. Immediately you will lose
Interest in me. because I'm really not
at all advanced; doubt II l should
understand your book II had to read
H."
(which heaven forfend! But why"
he insisted mercilessly. do you wish
me to be interested in you?"
She flushed becomingly at this and
acknowledged the touch with rueful.
smiling glance. But. because I'm
Interested In you" she admitted open
".
Are you hardened to such adven-
tures?" She nodded in the direction
the babu had taken. "Are you ac-
customed to being treated with ex-
traordinary respect by stray Bengalis
and accepting tokens from themf II
romance commonplace to you?"
"Oh," he said, disappointed, "if it's
only the adventure! OF course.
that's easily enough explained. This
half-witted mammoth-don't ask mo
how he came to be here-thought he
recognized in me some one he had
known in India. Let's have look at
this token-thing."
He disclosed the bronze box and let
her take 1t in her pretty fingers.
TT must have a secret spring" she
concluded, after careful inspection.
II think SO. but :"
She shook 1t, holding It by her car.
There's something inside-it rattles
ever SO slightly. l wonder!"
mo more than L.
And what are you going to dc with
N?" She returned 1t reluctantly.
why. there's nothing to do but
keep 1t till the owner turns up. that
can see."
"You won't break It openY"
mot until curiosity overpowera
me and I've exhausted every artince
trying to hnd the catch"
Are you . patient person. Mr.. Am
bsrf''
Not extraordinarily 80. Miss Far
roll"
"Oh, how did you guessr'
by remembering not to be stupid
You are Miss Sophia Farrell. daughter
Of Colonel Farrell Of the British dip
1omatic service in India" HI
ohuckled chserfully over his triumph
ok deductive reasoning. You are Wis
ring the Quains for few days. while
Sn route for India with some friend
whose name I've forgotten"
THE Rolands." she prompted in
voluntarily
Thank you. The Rolande
who are stopping in New York. You'v'
Rived several years with your fathe
In India, went back to London Z
come out and are returning. havin
been presented at the court of 81
James. Your mother was an Amer
oan girl. q schoolmats of Mrl
Quain's. I'm afraid that's the Who'll
sum OF my knowledge Of YOU"
You've turned the tables fairly
Mr.. Amber" she admitted. "An
Mr.. Quain wrote you all that?"
I'm afraid he told me almost a
much about you as he told you abou
me: we're old friends. you know. An
now I come to think Of 1t, Quai
has one Of the few photographs Of m
extant. So my chain of reasoning
complete And think we'd bette
hurry on to Tanglewood."
Indeed, yes. Mrs. Quain will b
Wild with worry II that animal find
his way back to the stable withol
me; I've been very thoughtless."
How much longer shall you sta
n Tanglewood. Miss Farrell?"
"Unhappily." she sighed. II mul
leave ON the early train tomorrow.
1oin the Rolands In New York"
"You don't want to got"
I'm half an American. Mr.. Ambe
i've learned to love the country q
ready. Besides. we start immediate
for San Francisco. and It'll be sue
q little while before I'll be In India"
You don't care for Indiar'
I've known It for less than q
years, but already I've come to ha
Il a. thoroughly as any exiled Englis
woman there. It sits there like
great, Unsuitable monster. devourir
English lives. Indirectly It was r
sponsible for my mothers death: 81
never recovered from the illness 81
contracted when my father was st
toned In the Deccan. In the cour
of time It will kill my father. Just
Il did his father and his elder brothe
It's a cruel. hateful. ungrateful laI
not without the price we pay for II
"I know how you feel" he said wi
sympathy. ITS been good mai
years since visited India, and
course I then saw and heard little
the darker side. Your people a
N..vo aoouwh oit thero"