Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-06-13

open arms in society, but repudiate' al
the entrance to the family circle; and OF
| this fact Travers himself was bitterly con-
scious. And. on the other hand. there
| was Nicholson. the accepted and cher
| ished friend, to whom the world looked
| with unreserved respect and deserved ad-
| miration. 1t was not altogether surpris-
| ing that the two men had little in COM
mon. and on Travers' side there was
added a certain amount of satisfied spite
| His instinct told him that he had won
! Lois at the critical moment. and that an
other twentyfour hours would have seen
| her safe under the reawakening influence
Of an old, only half-forgotten friendship;
| and Nicholson. too. felt dimly that cum
| ming and none too scrupulous hard had
| shattered secret hope that he had cher
| ished from his first year in India. Alto
gether, there was a stiffness between
them which the world was quick to recog-
nize without understanding. But Beatrice
/ had made her observations. and, as ii has
| been said, had come to definite conclu-
sion. Her interest in Lois was now thor
| oughly aroused, and the vision of a dark,
! suffering little face against white pill
low required to her as she walked her
horse beside Nehal Singh's. AS they
pa ssed out of the wood her companion
them.
Look" he said.
She raised her hand to the rim Of her
helmet. shading her eyes from the daz-
zling sun, and gazed in the direction
which he indicated.
Why" she exclaimed, smiling. "a
model world. rajah.''
YES" he answered. that is what l
have tried to make IL. / do not think
plague or disease will ever find foothold
mere and one day my people Will learn
TO do for themselves what do for them
They are as yet no more than children,
who have to be taught what is good and
bad lie chief nVerSepT
A respectable looking Hindu. who stood
at the door of his hut salaamed pro-
foundly. 1t was as though he had given
some secret signal, for in an instant the
broad street was alive with dark. scantily
clad figures. who bowed themselves TO the
dust and raised cries of welcome as the
rajah and his companion picked their way
among them. 1t was picturesque scene,
not without it's pathos: for their JOY was
sincere and their respect heartfelt. Bea-
trice slanced at Nehal Singh. A flush
had crept up under his dark skin. and
his eyes shone with suppressed enthu-
siasm.
us their homage SO precious to your"
0he asked.
1T is a sign that l have power over
cious to me. Without power l could not
do anything. They believe that l am
God-sent and so they obey blindly. Other
wise these changes would have been i'm
possible He paused. smiling to himself:
then, with new amusement in his dark
eyes, he looked at Beatrice. My people
are not fond of an rabundanse of
clothing" he observed. do you con-
slider q change in that respect essential?"
Beatrice stared at him. and then. seeing
that he was laughing. she laughed with
him.
Certainly not. II the poor witches
knew what we poor Europeans have TO
suffer with our artihc al overabundance,
their obedience would stop short at such
"a request. What made you think or sucn
a thing?"
..It was Mr. Berry who spoke to me
about It, He said / ought to insist on
them having what he called decent at
tire 1t seems he had been using his IN
fiuence in vain. and was very unhappy
about II. He said - much that-that