Martinsburg statesman-democrat. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1906-1921, 1912-04-12

face value. regardless Of the date line.
I can leave my things here for
little while, prssumsr' Amber sug-
gested after . pause.
The ticket agent stared stubborniy
into the infinite. making no sign TIL
coin rang on the window-ledge: when
he started. eyed the offering with fugi-
tive mistrust. and gloomily possessed
himself Of 1t. I'm look after them"
he said "Be We thinkin' OF walkin %
Yves" said Amber over his shout
der. He was already moving toward
the door.
"Knaow yeour wa-ay?"
I've been here before. thank you"
Crossing the tracks. he addressed
himself to the southwark stretching
highway. Walking briskiy at FIRST. he
soon left behind the railway station
with its few parasitic cottages, a dip
in the land hid them, and he had
hereafter for all company his
thoughts, the desultory road, vast
and looming sky, and bare fields
hedged with impoverished forest
Amber had professed acquaintance
with his way; It seemed rather to be
intimacy, for when he chose TO for
sake the main travelled road he did so
boldly, striking off upon wagon
track which. leading across the fields,
delyed presently into the heart OF the
forest
The hush of the forest world bore
heavily upon his senses: the slight
and stealthy rustlings In the brush,
the clear dense ringing of some re-
mote ak, an attenuated clamor of
cawing from some far crows CON
gress, but served to accentuate its in
fiuence
Then into the silence crept a sound
to rouse him from HIS formless rev
erie. At first mere pulsing In the
stiffness, barely to be distinguished
from the song of the surf; but pres
emily pounding, ever louder and
more insistent. He paused, attentive,
and while he waited the drumming.
minute by minute gaining in volume,
swept swiftly toward him--the rhyth-
mic hoofbeats of a single horse madly
ridden. When 1t Was close upon him
he stepped back into the tangled UNI
dergrowth, making room; for the
track was anything but wide.
simultaneously there burst into
view, at the end OF brief aisle of
trees, the horse-a vigorous black
brute with white socks and muxzle--
mo. Do your"
mot In the least How should II.
"You yourself speak Urdu"
We'll, but" The situation hardly
lent itself to such discussion; he
had the babu first to dispose Of. Am
Der resumed his cross-examination.
who are your" he demanded. And
what is your business in this placer"
The fat yellowish-brown face was
distorted by fugitive grimace of
depreciation. "Hazoor, I am Beharf
Lal Chatterji, solicitor, Of the Inner
Temple"
We'll? And your business here7"
"Hazoor, that is for your secret
ear" The babu drew himself up, as
Stunning a. certain dignity. TT is not
meet that the message of the Bell
should be uttered In the hearing OF
an Englishwoman, hazoor."
What are you dwelling about7" In
his blank wonder, Amber returned to
English as to tongue more suited to
his urgent need of forcible expression.
And, look here. you stop calling me
'Hazoor.' I'm no more hazoor than
you are-idioti"
Nay" contended the babu reproach.
fully; SIS 1t right that you should seek
to hoodwink me? Have l not eyes
with which to see, ears that can hear
you speak our tongue, hazoor? I am
no child, to be played With, the ap.
pointed Mouthpiece of the voice!"
i know naught OF your Voice or its
mouthpiece; but certainly you are no
child. You are either mad. or insolent
or fool to be kicked" And in ex.
asperation Amber took a step toward
the man as If to carry into effect his
implied threat
Alarmed, the babu cringed and re-
treated a pace; then, suddenly, rails
ing an arm, indicated the girl. "Ha-
zoor!" he cried BE quick--the
woman faints!" And as Amber hastily
turned, with astonishing agility the
bahia sprang toward him.
Warned by his moving shadow as
much as by the girls cry, Amber leapt
aside and lifted hand to strike: but
before he could deliver blow il was
caught and small metallic object
thrust into It. Upon this his fingers
closed instinctively, and the babu
sprang back, painting and quaking.
"The Token, hazoor, the Token,"
he quavered. ut is naught but that
the Token!'
Token, you fool" cried Amber,
staring stupidity at the man. What
| in thunder"