The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1914-01-11

Bruce had left the I.loyder before din
ner tat SINGAPORE. and as Kathlyn's
British India constcr did not leave till
morning she had elected to remain over
night on the German boat
As Bruce disappeared among the dis
embarking passengers and climbed into
n rickshaw she turned to the captain
who stood beside her.
DO you know Mr.. Bruce?"
Very we'll" said the German. Didn't
he tell you who he is? No? Ach. why,
Mr.. Bruce is a great hunter. He has
shot everything. written hooks, climbed
the Himalayas. Only last year ne
brought me the sack of musk deer,
and that IL the most dangerous Of all
sports. He collects animals
Then Kathlyn knew. The name had
been vaguely familiar, but the young
mans reticence had given her no OPP
portunity to dig into her recollection.
Bruce! How many times her father
had spoken of him. What a fool she
had been. Bruce knew the country
she was going to. perhaps as we'll as
her father and he could have simpli-
fled her journey to the last word Well
what was done could not be recalled
and done over.
My father is great hunter too"
she said simply, eying wistfully the
road taken 10y Bruce into town.
What? Herr Colt. Are you Col
Hare's daughter" exclaimed the cap
tain.
Yes"
He seized her by the shoulders. why
did you not tell me? Why. Col Hare
mn hnN lsl
cheroot together on these waters Herr
Gott. And you never said anything.
What woman for a man to marry"
he laughed. You have sat at my table
for five days, and only now | lind that
you are Hare's daughter. And you have
sister. Ach. yes, He was always
taking out some photographs in 0ie
smokeroom and showing them 60 us old
chaps
Tears filled Kathlyn's eyes. In an
Indian prison. out of the jurisdiction
OF the British Raj. and with her two
small hands and woman's mind she
must free him. Always the mysterious
packet lay close to her heart, never for
a moment was it beyond the reach of
her hand. Her fathers freedom,
The rusty metal sides Of the ship
scraped against the pier and the gang
plank was lowered. and presently the
tourists fiocked down with variant
| emotions, 10 be besieged by fruit sellers.
water carriers, cabmen. blind beggars
| and manned, naked little children with
curious insolent black eyes. women with
! infants straddling their hips. stolid
Cinnamon. a riot Of color and a be-
| wild.ring Babel of tongues
kathlyn found pr,srntable carriage
and with her luggage pressing about
her fee, directed the driver to the Great
| Eastern Hotel.
Her white sola topee ,sun helmep
had scarcely disappeared in the crowd
when the Hindu of the freight caboos,
emerged from the steerage, no longer
in b-draggled linen trousers and ragged
turhan, but dressed like native fop.
He was in no hurry. Lcisurely he fol-
lowed Kathlyn to the hotel, then pro-
ceeded to the railway station. He had
need no longer to watch and worry.
There was nothing left now but to greet
her upon her arrival, this golden houri
from the verses Of Sa'adi.
The two weeks of durance vile among
the low castles in the steerage should lie
| amply repaid In six days he would be
beyond the hand of the mcddling British
Raj in his own country. Sport, What
was more beautiful to watch than cat
play? He was the cat. the tiger cat
And what would the Sahib Colonel say
when he feel, the claws? Beautiful
beautiful like pattern woven in an
Agra rug.
kathlyn began her journey at once
Now that she was on land moving
toward her father, all her vigor re.
turned. She felt strangely alive. eX.
hilarated. She knew that she was not
going tn he afraid OF anything here.
after. To enter the strange countr,
without having her purpose known
would be the main difficulty. Wher,
was Ahmed all this time? Doubtless il
a cell like his master.
Three days later she stood at the