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the girls head-yellow like the stalk
OF wheat-there lowered u kind of au-
reola, as if there had risen above it a
haze of impa1pable gold dust.
\ poet 1 know might have cried out
that here ended his quest of the Gold
en- Girl Straight she stood 1T this
moment. lovely of face, rounded of
.ornl, with an indescribable sugges-
ton OF latent physical power or mag
netism. On her temples there were
little daubs of clay, caused doubtless
by impatient fingers sweeping back
occasional wind blown locks Of hair.
There was even a daub on the side of
her handsome, sensitive nose.
Her hand, still filled with clay
dropped to her side, and a tableau en-
dured for a minute or Two, suggest
ing a remote period, a Persian idyl
mayhap. With a smile on her lips she
stared at the living model. The chatoy-
ant eyes of the leopard stared back a
flicker of restiessness in their brill
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dom. Some day England will gobble
it up; only waiting for a good ex-
cuse."
What big thing did you do?' de-
nanded Kath1yn, her eyes still filed
with scrutiny.
What makes you think it was big?'
jestingly.
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 en-
barrassedly for his pipe. lit it, puffed
pipe. India is full of strange
tongues and strange Kingdoms and
principalities. Most of them are dom
mated by the British raj, some are
only protected. while others do about
as they please. This state'-touching
the order-"does about as it did since
the days of the first white rover who
touched the shores of Hind 1t is
small but that signifies nothing; for
you can brew a mighty poison in a
small pot. Well. 1 happened to save
the old kings life
Il knew it would be something like
that" said kat4llyn. 60 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
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must write to us at least once every
fortnight
"Tn cable from Singapore, from Cey-
Ion and write long letter from
Alfalfa. Come on. We must be on
Ahmed is waiting.
Some hours later the two girls saw
the Pacific Mail steamer move with
cold and insolent majesty out toward
the Golden Gate. Kathlyn proved
rather uncommunicatiye on the way
home. December 81 kept running
through her mind. II held a portent
of evil. She knew something OF the
orient though she had never visited
India. Had her father made an i'm
placable enemy? Was he going into
some unknown. unseen danger? De-
cember 81, at midnight. Could she
hold her curiosity in check that long?
Many of the days that followed
dragged. many flew-the first for
kathlyn. the last for Winnie, who now
had a beau. a young newspaper man
from San Francisco. He came out reg
ularly every Saturday and returned at
night Winnie became il anything,
more Eighty than ever. Her father
never had young men about. The men
he generally gathered round his board
We're old hunters and sailors Kathlvn
watched this budding romance amusedy.
The young man was very nice But he.
thoughts We're always and eternally viii,
her father
During the last week in December
there arrived at the Palace Hotel in
san Francisco an East Indian. tall
well formed, rather handsome, Ex-
cept for his brown turban he would
have passed unnoticed. For Hindus
and Japanese and Cinnamon and what
nots from the southern seas were
everyday affairs The brown turban.
however, and an enormous emerald on
one of his fingers, produced an effect
quite gratifying to him. Vanity in the
oriental is never conspicuous for its
absence. The reporters gave him
scant attention. though. for this was
at a time when the Gaekwar of Ba
roda was unknown.
The stranger, after two or three DAYS
of idling, casually asked the way to
the wild animal farm of his old friend.
Col. Hare. 1t was easy enough to find.
AT the village inn he was treated with
tolerant contempt These brown fell
lows were forever coming and going,
to and fro. from the coloneEs cele-
brated farm.
AT o'clock in the afternoon of the
31st day of December this East Indian
peered cautiously into the French win
dow of the Hare bungalow. The pic
ture he saw there sent thrill into his
heart. She was as fair and beautiful
as an houri of Salad. She sat at n
desk. holding n long, white envelope
in her hand. BY and by she put it
away, and he was particular to note
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ed He hated the dog with hatred
not unmixed with fear. Treachery Is
in the msr-ow of all cats- To breed
them In captivity does not matter
Sooner or later they Win strike. Never
heeorr had the ieoparj, bee. go close
NO his enemy, free from the leash,
Kit. il is just wonderful. However
can Won do it, Some Eay we'll make
dad Yake US to ff.'a1,fs. where you can
exhibit Them
4 ynarf from the ictfrar-d, answered
is a rrowi from Tho eoihe, brought
1>atht-nn head about THE eas leaped.
but toward Winnie, not siis collie.
With :, cre Of terror wii;i;.io turned
and ran In the direction of The bunga-
low: kathiyn. Selling The leash, fol-
lowed like the wind. iiatnSered though
she was b. the apron: The eat Hoped
after the fleeing sif't; gaining at each
bound The selping Of the eellie
brought forth from various potnts low
rur1b.ins sounds, which 5reScatiy de-
ve1oped into roars:
Winnie t,.ll..o;.. ;s,t.il1a@.55iss :1-oand the
corner Of siie bt...sa::9.* lssvard the
empty animal eages Il ssts.act her
father and at the Salts t.::r:e rouse
soI1Io Of sttie Keepers. Seeing The door
81 III empty cage opett. att, ssis.t 1t was
a,c;5ioasiiies. 81 & board .s.:..-.ay. she
..sy IL Il shts.sd: sag slammed the
,loos and held II: '@s...s eas: .sow hot
x...,;;i last to tzifi tii-s@ himself against
me bars snarling and splitting:
tssatfiiSit called say 70 HIN sharp''.
aat, Fcaiies.is. approached AIN. She
.-.s.:i ,s.il::s.;.7 = :; .:s:.sas>,.s His ears
,veet ia against his lead hut he sub
tri..ua - he" .euch teaarse Invariably
u soothed ht1,. ana because be sensed
SONG 2udesnatie lever whenever his
gaze met hers. si!e snapped the leash
on hts collar just IS her father came
running up, pale and disturbed. He
ran TO the doc" and opened IT,
Winnie you Door little Kitten he
sNttJ Lsftik 9t't 81 tit1 .~itiSs nv"
many times have told yc. never to
teke TINT dog about when Kits Loop
ard is off the leash ~.
"I didn't think she sobbed.
No. Kit here and ! must always dc
your thinking for you, Ahmed"
Yes, sahib,' answered the head
keeper. --...-
See II you can stop that racket over
there. Sadie may lose her litter II !s
keeps up"
The lean, brown Mohummedan trot-
ted away in obedience to his orders.
He knew how to stop captive lions
from roaring. He knew how to send
terror to their hearts. As he ran he
began to hiss softly.
Col. Hare, with his arm about Win
nie, walked toward the bungalow.
Lock your pet up. Kit he called
over his shoulder, "and come in to
tea .."."
kathlyn spoke soothingly TO the
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THE past tense; you said he was.
not is
Yes, he's dead. and the news came
this morning. Hence. the yarn
will there be any danger in return
ing?"
MY girl. whenever I pack my lug
gage there is danger. A cartridge may
stick; n man may stumble: man you
rely on may fail you. AS for that.
there's always danger. It's the penalty
Of being alive"
On the way to the dining room Kath-
lyn thought deeply. Why had her
father asked them if they loved him?
Why did he speak of the Big Trek?
There was something more than this
glittering medal. something more than
this simple tale OF bravery. What?
his confidence he must haze good rea-
son.
After dinner that night the colonel
went the rounds, as was his habit
nightly. by and by he returned to the
bungalow. but did not enter He filled
his Guilty and walked to and fro in the
moonlight, with his head bent and his
hands clasped behind his back. There
was a rest1essness in his stride not
unlike that of the captive beasts in the
cages nearby. Occasionally he paused
irons or at the "whuff'' as the uneasy
pachyderm poured dust on his head.
Bah. 1t was madness. A parchment
in Hindustan, given jestingly or iron
ically by humorous old chap in or
ders and white linen and rhinoceros
sandals. A throne. Pshaw, 1t
nan could rule over brown one by
the choice of the latter, And yet, that
man Tmballa's face, when he had
shown the king the portraits of his
two lovely daughters, He would send
Ahmed. Ahmed knew the business as
well he did. He would send his alb
~ Inc tOuHclf, them
the right to choose his successor. He
himself would remain home with the
girls. Then he gazed up at the moon
and smiled grimly.
'Hukum hail. he murmured in Hin
dustan. 1T is the orders. I've simply
got to go. When I recall those rubies
and emeralds and pearls. Well
it's not cupidity for myself. It's for
tie girls. Besides, there's the call the
adventure I've simply got to go.
can't escape it. 1 must be always on
the go since she died.
A few days later he stood again be-
fore the desk in the living room. He
was dressed for travel. He sat down
and penned a note. From the box
which contained the order he ex-
tracted large envelope heavily
sealed. This he balanced in his hand
for a moment. frowned, laughed, and
swore softly. He would abdicate, but
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his Kingdom, lock, stock and BARREL
to the British government, and no one
could say him nay. There was a good
there that when he died England
would step in actually. The old boy
pleased, to hunt where and how
would. I had mighty fine collection.
There are tigers and leopards and
bears and fat old pythons. forty feet
long. OF course, it isn't the tiger
country that central India is, but the
brutes you find are bigger. 1 have
about sixty beasts there now, and
that's mainly why Tn going back.
Want to clean it up and ship 'em to
Hamburg. where I've a large standing
order. I'm going first to Ceylon, for
some elephants"
The colonel knocked the ash from
his pipe.
THE old boy used to do some trap
ping himself. and whenever he'd catch
a fine specimen he'd turn it over to
me. IIe had a hunting lodge not far
from my quarters. One day Ahmed
came to me with a message saying
that the king commanded my presence
at the lodge, where his slaves had
trapped fine leopard. Yes. my dears,
slaves. There is even slave mart at
the capital this day. A barbaric fairy
land, with it's good genii and it's bad
djinns.'
"The Arabian Nights" murmured
Winnie, smuggling close to kathlyn.
The oriental loves pomp." went on
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liant yellow deeps. The tip of the tail
tw.tched.
You beautiful thing she said.
She began kneading the clay again,
and with deft fingers added bits here
and there to the creature which had
grown up under her strong, supple
fingers.
kathryn, oh, kit
The sculptress paused. the pucker
left her brow. and she turned. her face
beaming. for her sister Winnie was
the apple of her eye, and she broodea
over her like the mother would have
done had the mother lived. For Win
cie, dark as Kathlyn was light, was
as careless and aimIess as thistIedown
in the wind.
\ collie leaped upon the platform
and began paving Kathlyn. and short
l. after the younger sister followed.
Neither of the girls noted the stiffen-
ing mustaches of The leopard. The
&xiual rose, and his nostriIs palpitat-
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the colonel "He can't give you a chu
patti
Whats that:'' asked Winnie.
Something like bareback. Well, he
can't give you that without the cere-
monial. When I arrived at the lodge
with Ahmed the old boyle had the
complexion of prima donna-the old
boy sat on his portable throne, gilt
tering with orders. Standing beside
him was a chap we called Umballa.
He had been street rat. A bit of
impotence had caught the king
fancy. and he brought UP the boy.
clothed, fed him and sent him away
down to Umballa to school When the
boy returned he talked Umballa,
diers began to call him that, and from
then it passed on to the natives, all of
whom disliked the upstart. Hanged
if I can recall his real name. He was
ugly and handsome at the same time;
suave, patient, courteous; yet some
how or other 1 took a dislike to him,
first off. It's the animal sense You've
got it, Kit. Behind the king sat the
Council Of Three-three wise old ducks
! wouldn't trust with an old umbrella"
Winnie laughed.
while we We're salaaming and genu-
fecting and using grandiloquent
phrases the bally leopard got loose,
somehow. Maybe some one let him
loose; 1 don't know. Anyhow, he made
for the king, who was too thunder
struck to dodge. The rest of 'em took
to their heels, you may lay odds on
that. Now. l had an honest liking for
the king. Seeing the brute make for
him. I dashed forward. You see at
ceremonials you're not permitted to
carry arms. 1t had to be with my
hands. The leopard knocked the old
boy flat and began to maui him I
kicked the brute in the face, swept the
kings turban off his head and flung
it about the head of the leopard. Some
how or other / got him down Some
Of the frightened natives came up,
and with the help of Ahmed we got
the brute tied up securely. When the
king came around he silently shook
hands with me and smiled peculiarly
at Umballa, who now came running
up
And that's how you got those poor
hands, exclaimed Kathlyn, kissing
scars which stood out white against
the tan.
That's how raising the hands and
putting them on Kathlyn's head in a
kind of benediction.
rs that ALP asked Winnie breath
lessly.
isn't that enough?'' he retorted.
We'll, what is it, Martha? Dinner?
Well, if I haven't cheated you girls
out of your tear
Teal" shifted Winnie disdainfully.
DO you know, dad you're awfully
mean to Kit and me. If you'd take
the trouble YOU could be more inter
esting than any book l ever read
He doesn't believe his stories would
interest vain young ladies'" said
Kathlyn, gravely.
Her father eyed her sharply. OF
what was she thinking? In those calm
unwavering eyes OF her he saw a ques-
ton. and he feared in his soul she
might voice it. He could evade the
questions of the volatile Winnie, but
there was no getting by Kathlyn with
evasions. browning, he replaced the
order in the box, which he put away
in drawer. 1t was all arrant nom
sense, anyhow: nothing could possibly
happen; if there did, he would feel
certain that he no longer dwelt in q
real workaway world. The idle within
of "a sardonic old man; nothing more
than that
Father, is the king dead
Dead. What makes you ask that.
Kit?
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leopard. scratched his head behind the
ears, and shortly a low, satisfied rum
Bile stirred his throat. and his tail no
longer slashed about. She led him to
his own cage, never ceasing to talk.
locked the door, then turned and walk
ed thoughtfully toward the bungalow.
She was wondering what this gift
was that put awe into the eyes of the
native keepers on her fathers wild
animal farm and temporary peace in
the hearts of the savage beasts. She
realized that she possessed it, but it
was beyond analysis. Often some wild
eyed keeper would burst in upon her.
Some newly captive lion or tiger was
killing itself from mere passion, and
wouldn't the memsahib come at once
and talk to it? There was 4 kind of
pity in her heart for these poor wild
things, and perhaps they perceived this
pity. which was fearless
She gets little from me / sup
pose Col. Hare once answered to 9
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This is the opening in
stallment of Il serial
story by Harold Mac
Grath, entitled The Ad-
ventures of Kathryn
One chapter will be
printed in this paper
each week for twenty
SIX weeks.
Every two weeks IN
leading moving picture
theaters in this city a
photoplay based on this
novel will be presented.
Each film will cover
two chapters OF the
story. The photographs
which will be used as
illustrations in this pa
per are still pictures of
scenes from the play.
Copyright. 1914. 10y Harold MaeiFath-r
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query, for I've always had d way
with four-footed things. But I think
Ahmed is right. kathlyn is heaven
born. I've seen the night when Brock
en- would be tame beside the pande-
after Kit starts the rounds everything
quiets down. The gods are in it,.
The living room of the bungalow was
large and comfortable. The walls were
adorned with the heads of wild beasts
and their great furry hides shared
honors with the Persian rugs on the
floor Hare was man who would pack
up at moments notice and go to the
far ends of the world to find a per-
feet black panther, cheetah with a
litter. or great horned rhinoceros. He
was tall and broad and amazingly
active. for all that his hair and mus
tache were almost white. For thirty
years or more he had gone about the
hazardous enterprise of supplying zoo
logical gardens and circuses with wild
to Singapore, from Mombassa to Rio
Janeiro. The Numidian lion. the Raj
put tiger and the Malayan panther
had cause to fear Hare Sahib He
was even now preparing to return to
Ceylon for an elephant hunt
The two daughters went over to the
tea tabaret, where matronly maid
was busy with the service. The fra
grant odor of tea permeated the ROOM
denly appeared on his bronzed face
He gazed for space at the calendar
The day was the 18th of July. Should
ne go back there, or should he give up
the expedition? He might never re-
turn. India and the border countries
What a land, full of beauty and ro-
nance and terror and squalor. at once
barbaric and civilized: He loved it and
hated 1t, and sometimes feared 1t, he
who had faced on foot many a
wounded tiger
He shrugged. reached into the desk
for box OF Jaipur brass enamel and
took from it a medal attached to q
ribbon. The golden disk was incrust-
ed with uncut rubies and emeraIds.
Girls" he called. Come here a
er,t a-SJ
with nod toward the door. IT never
showed you this before"
Goodness gracious" cried Winnie.
reaching out her hand
why. it looks like decoration,
father" said Kathlyn. What lovely
stones! 1t would make beautiful
pendant.
Vanity, vanity, all is vanity" said
the colonel. smiling down into their
charming faces. DO you love your
old dad?"
Love you" they exclaimed in uni
son. indignantly, too. since the ques-
ton was an imputation of the fact.
"ouiu YOU become lonesome II
took the Big Trek whimsically.
Father
"Dadw
They pressed about him, as vines
about an oak.
Hang tit, / swear this shall be the
last hunt. I'm rich. Wen get rid of
all these brutes and spend the rest of
the years seeing the show places. I'm
a bit tired myself Of jungle fodder.
Wen go to Paris and Berlin, and
Rome. and Vienna. And you, Kit,
shall go and tell Rodin that you've in
herited the spirit of Gerome. And you,
Winnie, shall make a stab at grand
opera"
Winnie gurgled her delight, but her
sister searched her fathers eyes, She
did not quite like the way he said
those words. His voice lacked its
usual heartiness and spantaneity.
Where did you get this medal
father?" she asked.
That's what ! started out to tell
YOU"
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N BOARD SHIP EN- ROUTE TO AL
HA.
the drawer in which she placed il.
That the dark haired girl at the tea
tabaret was equally charming did not
stir the watcher. Dark-haired women
were plentiful in his native land. Yon-
der was the girl of the photograph.
the likeness of which had fired his
heart for many day. With the pa
thence of the oriental he stood in the
shadow and waited, Sooner or later
they would leave the room, and sooner
or later. with the deftness of his
breed, he would enter. The leopard he
had heard about was nowhere to be
seen
Winnie" said kathlyn. Il dread it,.
Winnie set down the teacup, her eyes
trimming.
What can ii all mean? Not q line
from father since Colombo, five months
gone
DO you think
No, no. replied kathlyn. hastily.
Father sometimes forgets. He may be
CONTINUED on Ninth PaSe9
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slumbrous oriental way of accom-
plishing his ends, despite all obstacles.
Underneath this apparent simplicity I
discovered u grim sardonic humor.
Trust the oriental for always having
ing diplomacy. He was all alone in
the world. He was one of those rare
eastern potentates who wasn't ham
George, the old boy could have given
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at snug profit. Why not? He
was an old fool. Into a still larger
envelope he put the sealed envelope
and his own note, then wrote upon 1t.
He was blottins it as his daughters
entered.
Come here my pretty cubs" He
held out the envelope. Il want YOU
Kit. to open this on December 81. at
midnight. Girls like mysteries, and If
YOU opened it any time but midnight
it wouldn't be mysterious. Indeed, l
shall probably have you both on the
arms of my chair when you open it,
as it about the medal" demanded
Winnie.
BY George, Kit, the child is begin
ming to reason out things" he TESTED.
Winnie laughed, and SO did kathryn,
but she did SO because occultly she
felt that her father expected her to
laugh. She was positively uncanny
sometimes III her !, -spicacity
"On December 81, at midnight" she
repeated. "Ail right, father. You
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WINNIE BECOMES FRIGHTENED
Were you afraid we might wish
to wear it or have it made over"
laughed Winnie, who never went be-
low the surface of things.
mo. The truth is, had almost for
gotten it. But the preparations for
India recalled it to mind. 1t repre-
sents a royal title conferred on me by
the King Of Alfalfa. You have never
been to India, Kit. Alfalfa is the name
we hunters give that border king
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CHAPTER I.

NDER a canopied
platform stood a
young girl, mod
cling in clay.
The glare of the
California sun
shine. ilterins
through the can
vas, became mel
lowed. warm and
Z o d e n. Above
El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1914-03-14
The AerOplane Waltz * Mis-. Sawyer. oden.L Novelty
Article No. 1-Lha Burning STEPS and .Mhselo Position.

girl stands in front of the man with b T
hands in his, either at the waist or with
the arms slightly raised. They take two
steps forward to the left, turn and take
two steps forward to the right, and hold
two beats, and then resume the move
ment doubled. That is, allowing two
beats of the music to every step, making
the dance slower and swaying as much
as possible to show INDIGESTION in the
flight. Then break into a rapid waltz
step, whirling around for a few beats
and then pose for two counts with the
arms raised and facing each other. Then
finally break into the waltz movement
again, which can be kept up till the
dancers are ready for the next move
ment.
The dancers must remember this one
thing in undertaking any dance of this
kind. Make yourself a part of each
other, mingle your personalities so as to
make but one ruling spirit in the dance,
although there must of necessity be two
dancers. With different ideas on the
same subject nothing can be accom-
plished.