The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1914-05-10
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Majesty. speak," he added, salaaming
before Pundita.
She looked wildly about the room,
vanly striving to read the faces of her
white friends but their expressions
were like stone images. No help there,
no guidance.
is the life Of a decrepit old man."
asked Lal Singh, worth the lives Of
these white people who love and respect
you?"
Pundita rose and placed her hands
upon her husbands shoulders.
we owe them our lives. Strike,
Ramabai; but only IL our need demands
IT,"
Good" said 1al Singh. I'm of for
the bazaars for the night. I will buy
chupattes and pass them about. as they
did In my fathers time at Delhi. in the
Great Mutiny."
And he vanished.
Have you ever witnessed the swarm
ing OF bees? Have you ever heard the
hum and buzz Of them? So looked and
sounded the bazaars that night. At
every intersection of streets and pas
sages there were groups, buzzing and
gesticulating. In the cutters the cocoa
nut oil lamps fiickered, throwing weird
shadows upon the walls. and spuatting
about these lamps the fruit sellers and
candy sellers and cobblers and tailors
jabbered and droned. Light women
with their painted faces went abroad
boldly.
And there was but one word on all
these tongues: Magic!
Could any human being pass through
what this white woman had? No, She
was the relncarnation of some forgotten
goddess. They knew that and Cmballa
would soon bring famine and plague
and death among them. Whenever
they uttered his name they spat to
cleanse their mouths Of the defilenent.
For the present the soldiers were his:
and groups of them staggered through
the bazaars. chanting drunkenly and
making speech with the light women
and jost.ing honest men into the
cutters.
All these things Ial Singh saw and
heard and made note Of as he went
from house to house among the chosen
and told them to hold themselves in
readiness, as the hour was near at hand.
Followed the clicking Of gunocks and
the rattle Of cartridges. \ thousand
fierce youths. ready for anything. death
or loot or the beauties Of the Zenanas.
For patriotism in southern Asia de-
ponds largely upon what treasures one
may wiring from II.
But how would they know the hour
for the uprising? A servant would call
and ask for chupattles. Good. And the
meeting place? Ramabars garden. 1t
was well. They would be ready.
Flicker-hicker danced the lights:
flicker flicker went the tongues. And
the peaceful oriental stars looked down
serenely.
Cmhalla remained in ;ne palace, burn
ing with the fires O. murder. Messcn-
ger after messenger came to report that
the fugltives were still at large. Con-
trary to Ahmed's expectations. Cmballa
did not believe that ms enemies would
be foolhardy enough to seek refuge In
the house Of Ramabal. The four roads
leading out of the city were watched,
the Coloners bungalow, and even the
ruins Of Bruce's camp. They We're still
in the city; but where-
A kings peg and another. and I'M
balla stormed. his heart filled with
Dutch courage.
Ramabai made his preparations IN
case the hunters entered the house. He
opened a secret door which led into a
large gallery, dim and dusty but still
beautiful Ancient armor covered the
walls-armor Of the days when there
existed in Delhi n peacock throne. ar
NOR .nlaid with gold and silver and tur-
quoise, and there were jewel incrusted
swords and daggers. blazing helmet
which one Of Pundita's ancestors had
worn when the Great Khan came thun-
dering down from China.
"Here." said Ramaba to the Colonel.
"you Will be safe. They might search
for days without learning this room ex-
listed. There will be no need to remain
here now. Time enough when my SER
want gives warning"
They filed out Of the gallery solemnly
And kathlyn went out into the garden
followed by Bruce.
do you know" said Ka,hlyn, "the
sight Of all that armor old and still
magnificent. seemed 10 awaken the
recollection of another age to me?'
He wanted 10 take her in his arms,