St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1914-09-12
The Adventures of KathlYn
BY HAROLD MAC GRATH
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(Copyright by Harold Mec0rath)
By HAROLD MAC GRATH

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| you, Winnie, shall make q stab q
grand opera"
Winnie gurgled her delight, but he
!. sister searched her fathers eyes, Sh
did not quite like the way he sal
those words. His voice lacked it
usual heartiness and spontaneity.
Where did you get this medal, "a
ther?" she asked.
That's what I started out to tel
you"
Were you afraid we might wish Il
wear it or have 1t made over??" laughed
Winnie. who qever went below tn,
surface of things.
mo. The truth Is, / had almost for
gotten it. But the preparations fol
India recalled 1t to mind. It repre-
sents royal title conferred on me by
tho king Of Allaha. You have never
been to India, Kit. Alfalfa is the name
We hunters give that border kingdom
Some day England will gobble it up;
only waiting for a good excuse"
What big thing did you do?" de.
manded Kathlyn, her eyes still filed
with scrutiny.
What makes you think It was big?"
1estingly.
Because" she answered, seriously.
you never do anything but big things.
As the lion is among beasts, you are
among men,"
Good lord!" The colonel reached
embarrassedly for his pipe. lit it.
puffed few minutes, then laid down
the pipe. India Is full Of strange
tongues and strange kingdoms and
principalities. Most Of them are domi-
mated by the British raj, some are
only protected, while others do about
as they please. This state"-touch-
ing the order-"does about as It did
since the days Of the first white rover
who touched the shores of Hind. It is
small, but that signifies nothing: for
you can brew . mighty poison in
small pot. Well. happened to save
the old kings life."
y knew 1t would be something like
that" said Kathlyn. go on. Tell it
ALL"
The colonel had recourse to his pipe
again. He smoked on till the coal was
dead. The girls waited patiently.
They knew that his silence meant that
he was only marshaling the events in
their chronological order
The king was kindly old chap,
simple. yet shrewd, and with that
slumbrous oriental way Of accom-
plishing his ends, despite ell obstacles.
Underneath this apparent simplicity
l discovered grim, sardon1c humor.
Trust the oriental for always having
that packed away under his bewilder-
ing diplomacy. He was ell alone in
the world. He was one Of those rare
eastern potentates who wasn't ham,
pered by parasitioal relatives. BY
George, the old boy could have given
his kingdom, lock. stock and barrel,
to the British government, and no one
could say him nay. There was a good
deal Of numor the last time was there
hat when he died England would step
IN actually. The old boy gave me
cave to come and go as pleased, to
hunt where and how would. I had a
mighty fine collection. There are
igers and leopards and bears and fat |
I'D pythons, 40 foot lonG. OF course,
t isn't the tiger country that central |
ndia is, but the brutes you find are
bigger. I have about 60 beasts there
low, and that's mainly why Pm going
'ack. Want to clean 1t up and ship
EN- to Hamburg, where I've a large
:anding order. I'm going; first to Cey-
on, for some elephants.
The colonel knocked the ash from
lis pipe.
THE old boy used to do some trap
ing himself. and whenever he'd
atch fine speciman hed turn it over
0 me. He had hs1ntng lodge not
ar from my quarters One day All.
1ed came to me with a message say
lg that the king cem nanJed my pres
nee at the lodge, where his slaves
ad trapped fine le ppard. Yes, my
ga % 0A0 Oc' bAOIV 10 CV0A q 0AdVo
lart at the capital his day. A bar
aric fairy land. wit b its good genn
nd its bad djinns." j,
THE Arabian Mig hts" murmured
'innie, smuggling clc se to Kathlyn.
The oriental loves pomp," went on
le colonel. He G mt give you q
What's that?" ask I'D Winnie.
Something like hal:dtacl: Well, he
mt give you that WI thout ceremonial. !
hen arrived ut tho lodge with All
ed the old boy-he had the complex
n Of prima donna-the olll boy sat
! his portable throne. glitter Ing with
ders. Standing beside him was . f
zap we called Umballa. He b I'd been
street rat. A bit Of fmpudes zee had
ught the kings fancy, q I'D he
ought up the boy. clothed. fe. him.
ID sent him away down to UI uballa
school. When the boy return ed he
lked Umballa morning. noon. and
ght. till the soldiers began 10 call
N that, and from them It passs d on ,
the natives. all Of whom dis1fkel | the
start Hanged II can reesn his
ii name. He was ugly and Il nd
me at the same time: suGve. pa
Mt, courteous; yet somehow sr otA er
ensed the real man below TIN TA r :
. h1ood fonk dialS1eo ~ hin q