Arizona republican., 1914-08-09

revolt how she had secured him shelter with her sister, who was dancer; how she had visited Umbaah in hs secret chamber how he had confded to her his plans how she had him with her eyes become one of the fake bearers of the paanquiu.
 The woman lies because I spurned her,n roo-.a Cmbaah
 Away with her." cried the chief priest inwardlg cursng Cmbalfah for having permitted this to live when she knew so much. Away with her."
 The law" tie woman walled. The sanctity of the temple is mine"
 Hold! said Kathlyn, standing up. In her baltinr Hindusani she spoke have something to say to yo, all This woman tells the truth. Let her go unafraid You, grave priests. have thrown your lot with Umbaah Listen. Have you not learned by this time that am not weak woman but strong one? You have harried ne and injured me and wronged set torures for me- but here stand unharmed. This day will have my revenge. My Ahmed has departed for the walled city of Balachan. He will return with Ra1a. Khan and an army such will Haten the city of Aaha to the ground and and vutures and tigers and
 ckas shall make these temples their abiding places and men will forget Allaha they forget the mighty Chitor.' She swung round toward the priests. You nave yourselves 10 thank At word from me, Bala- Khan enters or stops at the outer walls have tried escape you by what means had at my command. Now It shall be war! W.T. famine plague!"
 Her young voice rang out sharp and clear, sending terror to all cowardy hearts, least among these being those beating in the breasts of the priests.
 Now, speaking to the soldiers, go berate my father my sister, and husband tobe and woe to any who disobey me! For while l ctand here shall be a queen indeed! Pcace war, famine, and the plague Summon the executioner. Arrest Durga Ram. Strip him before eyes of his every insignia of rank He is
 murderer. He shall go the treadmill there to slave till death. have i'd it!
 Far in the of the ccwed cssembege near the doors stood Ahmed in his old suise of bhis or water carrier. When he heard that beloved voice he felt the blood rush into his hroat Aye, they were right Who but goddess would have had such time an inspira tion great? But it gave him idea, and he slipped away to complete it. Balakhan shor'd come in fact
 So he did not Umballah upon his knees. whining for mercy making futile promises begging for liberty. The soldiers spat eontemptuousy they seized him and dra gged him of.
 The priests conferred hastily Balakhan was a fierce Mohammedan, ruthless soldier: his followers were without fear. The of Aaha might put up a good defense but in the end they would be whelmed and the gods of Hind would be make way for the prophet or Allah This young oman with the white skin had for the nonce beaten them Durga Ram had played the fool: between the women, he had fallen They had given him power and he had let slip through his fingers for the sake of reprsal where it not needed. Let him go then the treadmill; they were through with him. He had played his game like tyro They must placate this young who the people believed was their queen. but who they knew the play thing of politics and expediences.
 The chief high priest saaamed and Kathlyn eyed him calmly though her knees threatened refuse sup port