The Washington times., 1912-12-25
By Albert Dorrinston

w tnreats or promises. N0ODtO ot nts
rsS%% poa.rs, sSS sSSpdS; d..sts ne life would end !"
a sdddsn hatred Of this clos..n.ted
confrers setscd him, yet q certain fear
q q Big t'gerlsh strength held rsarkas
II am very sorry. my dear Horubu,
that We DO not agree upon these little
snair:: Your services IN the past have
peen Invaluable. ! DO not blame you
Fhs S .ss jsp dSsssOp Sss,Or .sSsS we.y
he turned again 10 his Crucible.
Horubu sat imincvable. IN the chair
save for the occasional lifting Of . to-
bacco.stained forefinger 70 trim the ash
ienaihened perccptibiy scros. the high.
vailed yard: In the room overhead they
the coolie servants piled his soft broom
:ts fs.rHs. Es seS stsSdlnR R00t; BY tho furnace.
watched the oransG.hued mass Of ever
chansing mineral compounds in the
glowing crucible. stirring II softly from
.S time g s HoS wsh S.S 0ps er iron ncs.to aas ~
to slt and watch him refining and test:
ing his strange metals and chemical
fluids. until his curiosity In laboratory
"G GssrHa Hsa looSsd soS~n Sp Su from the furnace
and saw that the creeping shadows had
enveioped Horubus squat outline. The
laboratory possessed only one largo
,;,r window and the CHIPPING Of the house; "
the gloomy AFTERNOON silence.
Since you do not intend TO return tho
rad'uln TO me. Horubu, / presume that
You will not stay In England lOngcr?"
Tsarka cast q handful Of snow-white
as he did % TO- mark its effect ON the
molten mass WITHIN.
~. is q p'ty:" he said. Nth s!;s. an 2; Up Up.
ward ward glance It the huge puik In the the
% mind aSou. a, the sSu rsdiu%. sann1s MAKE W '0''
Horubu stirred animal-like.. his eie-
phantins shoulders buisins from tho
You are repeating your S.%sns: %.,ns Nth
You cannot sway me. Ny mind 10 hx.
lie stopped forward a. though hypno-
tized by the sudden light In the nerve
,:What-whss are you DOING with tina.
ladlc, Tcroniy"
Tsarka had stopped over the cruciblc
and had drawn out . ladleful OF the
ped back into the cruclblo In nery drops.
What are you doing with that metal
stuff?" Horubu had gained his feet
with the celebrity OF a baited wolf. his
slant eyes dilsting with terror.
Tsarka turned like a priest upon the
altar. and the smoke OF his brimminE
ladle driftcd in sulphur0us gusts across
the low-roofed laboratory. Horub,i
sroSshed back ,v.r half pace pSSwsG and s,ss n:
white In the ruddy hare.
'"Tashan! you little dog!''
His bullet whanged against the VIM
dOw-bar above the smoking ladle. Then
u prismatic sheet Of fire slashed through
the air M the uplifted ladle shot out
ward. The scalding mass struck Horu-
bu full on the brow. A roar OF pain
escaped him. that subsided into a snarl
L. hr,,a axa.aN Ifat
drops from his hair and eyes.
Tsarka remained near the ~! mace. his
dark face illumined by the upshootins
flames below.
rubu." he ventured. with a sudden
CLEAN Of savage irony. You do not
face the music: like the ancient gentle
4 smell Of ;sorshinS cloth 10th. iiiisd ,sd sn sne
soldier lay the fioor was covered with
fiery pools Of metal. that turned to
Eouts OF color In the cooling draft.
The pattering OF sandaled feet out
side reused Tsarks from his broodins
, survey OF the laboratory floor. satuma.
who had returned after dispatching
the telegram to Beatrice Messonier.
peeped In at the door. his face alive
with curiosity and wonder.
soto lnouyiti has come" he called
| out. "He Is drunk with wine. oh. mas.
ter, and very violent. How shall tell
| him that
lie paused. his alert eyes fixed on
| the groaning figure Of Horubu huddled
| among tn. scaldinG pools OF metal.
Tsarka leaned on the Iron ladle ant
| his brow cleared.
! "Horubu has met with an accident,
Satutna. Tell Inouyiti ! will see him
In little while. Put him to bed. He
! is not very strong"
satuma gasped: even his japanese
| frigidity thawed at sight Of the groan'
\ ing figure Of the ex-soldier.
4 word from Tsarka sent him hur'
rietlly upstairs to attend the rebellioui
boy artist, whose unexpected return
threatened to bring the police into the
| house.
! Horubu raised himself to his elbow
his hands pressed to his face.
"Give me something to stop this pain
1t was not good fighting to play such 9
trick, Teroni. Help me! This Is not @
pain to bear. Even soldier must cry
out!"
| Tsarka peered at the scared face-livid
where the whips Of motion metal had
struck. A touch OF pity came upon him
| for II was not deep-seated hatred
which had driven him to his terrible