The Fargo forum and daily republican. [volume] (Fargo, N.D.) 1894-1957, 1914-03-28

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CHAPTER <.
TME H&us&Rn
y y ATHUYN dung herself into her fathers arms,
TX dad, dadl To leave you alone!"
kit, you are wasting time. Be off. Trust
ma; / wasn't meant to die In this dogs kennel,
curse or no curse. Kiss me and go!"
Course? What do you mean, fathsr?"
AHMED will tell you. In Gods mama, 90, child I"
"Come, Miss Kathlyn," Bruce called anxiously.
Kathlyn then climbed up to the window, and Bruce
lifted her into his howdah, bidding her to lie low. How
strong he was, she thought. All, something had whis-
pered to her day by day that he would come when she
needed him, Suddenly she felt her cheeks grow hot
with shame. She Struggled her bare legs under her grass
dress. TIL this moment she had never given her ap-
pearance a single thought. There had been things 30
much more vital. But youth, and there In ever the way
of a man with a maid.
Now, Kathlyn did not love this quiet, resourcsful
young man; at least if she did she was not yet aware
Of It; but the touch Of his hand and the sound Of his
voice sent a SILVER over her that was not due to the
chill Of the night. She heard him give his orders, low
voiced.
do not lift your head above the howdah rim, Miss
Kathlyn, till we are in the jungle. And don't worry
about your father. He's alive, and that's enough for
Ahmed and me. What a strange world it Is, and how
fate shufaes uS about! Forward"
The curse: what did her father mean by that? It
seemed to Kathlyn that hours passed before Bruce
spoke again.
NOW you may sit up. What In the world have you
got on7 Good heavens, grass! You poor grill" He
took of his coat and threw it across her shoulders, and
was startled by the contact Of her warm flesh.
IT cannot thank you IN words,' she said family.
"Don't. Pshaw, 1t was nothing. I would have
gone" He stopped embar rassedly.
"Wsll2" Perhaps it was coquetry which impelied
the query; perhaps 1t was something deeper.
He laughed. II was going to say that I would have
gone into the depths Of hell to serve you. Wen be at
your fathers bungalow in a minute or SO, and then the
final stroke. Umballah Is not dependable. He may or
may NOT pay a visit to the cell tonight. I can only pray
that he will come down the moment I arrive"
But he was not to meet Umballah that night. Um-
hallah had won his point in regard to having his pris-
onsrs logged; but, oriental that he was, he went about
the matter leigurely. He ate his supper, changed his
clothes, and dallied in the zenana for an hour. The
rascal had made a thorough study Of the word " sus-
penBs " no knew the exquisite torture Of making ones
victim wait. For the time being his passion for Kath-
lyn had subsidized. He desired above all things Just
then revenge for the hunniiating experience in the cell;
he vented to put pain and terror into her heart. All,
she would be on her knees, begging, begging, and her
father would struggle In vain at his shackles. Spurned;
so be 1t. She should have a taste Of his hate, the black
mans hate. Two should hold her by the arms while
the professional logger scared the white, soft back of
her. She would soon come to him begging. He had
been too kind. The lash Of the zenana, 1t should bite
into her soft flesh. He would break her spirit and her
body together and ding her into his own zenana to let
her gnRw her heart out In suspense. She should be the
least Of his women, the drudge.
First however, the lash should bite the father till he
dropped in his chains; thus she would be able to antlci-
pats the pain and degradation.
And always there would remain the little dark haired
sistsT. She would marry him; she would do it to save
her father and sister. Then the fligree basket heaped
with rubiea and pearls and emerslds and s~apphires! As
for the other, what cared he IL he rotted? 1t gave him
the whip hand over the ~doddering council. Master he
would be; he would blot out all things which stood in
his path. A king, till he had gathered what fortune he
needed. Then let the jackals howl.
Accompanied by torch bearers, servants, and the DO
fessional fogger, he led the way to the cell and flung
open the door triumphantly. For q moment he could
not believe his eyes. She was gone, and through yonder
window! Hell OF ali hells of Hind! She was gone, and
he was robbed!
the colonel. $50 on. Do what you please to me. I'm
ready" .# ns.
UTnbadlah ram to the tabaret and Jumped upon it,
LIE saw the trampled grass. Elephants. And these
doubtless had come from the colonels camp. He jumped
of the tabaret and dashed to the door.
e Follow met" he cried. "Latsr, Col. Hare, later!D
he threafensd.
Tho cogonel remained silent.
Up aboys, in the palace, Umbalah summoned q dosen
troopers and gave them explicit orders. He was quite
eoa,Gdent taas Kathlyn would be carried at once to her
fathers bungalow, if only for a change Of clothes. Il
wag d shrewd guess.