Dakota farmers' leader. (Canton, S.D.) 1890-19??, 1911-10-20

pra1soworthy OF u followers. AL
had tracked the man for days. He
said he was as familiar with his lace
as with that Of his father. How
could they have been Mistaken"
TASTY enough" said the Swami.
The men went into Mrs. Missioner's
home about the same time. There is
a slight resemblance in their general
build. and-the wrong man came out!"
Then we nave lost twelve hours"
said Kananda.
you have lost more than that
said the priest, opportunity. These
O~ccidentals are s~ingularly fraterna1.
1t is not probable that the man you
searched will let the other go I'M
warned"
The Prince tossed his cigarette into
the fire, and with the springing glide
Of a panther, and as silently, crossed
to the string Of gongs thai hung oppo-
site the divan, and struck them smart
ly. Almost at the same instant tho
heavy porieres at the other end Of the
room parted, and Ais immobile face
appeared between them. The servant
advanced with salaams hat increased
in profundity as he noted the torn
cloud on Kananda's brow.
"Son Of a pig. and fool Of a thou
sand fools!" cried the Prince, his eyes
blazing at the low-caste Hindoo.
What misguided dotard told you tina
you were At to be intrusted with a
mans task Your place Is among the
women, and, ven there, you would
require q guardian to see that you did
not exchange rupees for copper coins"
All remained motionless, as one
about whom lightning has flashed, and
who feels his only chance Of safety
lies In escaping the notice OF the next
bolt. The Swami signaled to Kanan-
da, and the Prince, following the hab-
its Of the Occident. seated himself on
the divan in Oriental fashion, and
Gained himself with deep draughts
from the pipe that dubbed on a low
table. AS he smoked, the severity
Of his features relaxed a little, and at
length he recovered his composure SO
far az to take pity on the exceedingly
uncomfortable Ali.
Rise, dog!" he said. "and give us,
If o IAN, an explanation of the dis
graceful bungling on this simple mis-
sion"
What explanation the servant might
have mustered is a problem. Before
he could collect his thoughts, the cleo
trio bell of the outer door burr-r-rd
sharply. Kananda, the stem of the
pipe in his hand, looked toward the
| curtains e~xpectantly, and the Swami
signaled' to Ali to answer the sum-
| mons without The servant glided,
Ghostlike. from the room. returning
shortly with the announcement that
. visitor desired audience with the
famed Oriental scholar. The Prince
q small door opposite the main en-
trance OF the room. the priest nodded
| slowly to the servant, and the mex
moment Ali ushed into the presence
| Of the sage the man who had had the
tsmerity to let himself be attacked
In place Of him the fasteners had de-
sired to search.
II am a special reporter for The
| Times" said Britx. II understand
you are a scholar Of distinction in
your native land. I would like to have
a talk with you for a Sunday story"
The Swami's face wreathed into an
interrogation point.
MY good friend" he said, you
have come to the wrong person. I am
not in the least interested in fiction.
| Scientific research, with perhaps a
| glimpse now and then Of the psychic,
limits my activity in literature"
You don't understand" said Britt.
Newspaper men call everything a
story / should have said an article
an interview, you know"
WELL" said the Oriental indulgent-
~, sit is not the policy of the propa-
ganda to seek publicity through the
| columns of the press; but, If 1 can
| serve you In any way, command me"