St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1914-09-19

(Copyright by Harold MacGrath)
BY HAROLD MAC CRATH


fatal mistake her reticence had been
A friend of her father!
Bruce had left the Lloyder befor,
dinner lat Singapore), and as Kath
lyn's British-India coaster did no.
leave till morning she had elected t.
remain over night on the German boat
AS Bruce disappeared among the dis
!, embarking passengers and climbed
into rickshaw she turned to the
captain, who stood beside her.
do you know Mr.. Bruce?'
'Very WELL" said the German
"Didn't he tell you who he is? No:
Ach! Why. Mr.. Bruce is a great hunt
er. He has shot everything, written
books, climbed the Himalayas. Only
last year he brought me the sack of q
musk deer, and that is the most dan.
gerous of all sports. He collects AMI.
mails"
Then Kathlyn knew. The name had
been vaguely familiar, but the young
mans reticence had given her no op.
portunity to dig into her recollection.
Bruce! How many times her father
had spoken Of him! What fool she
had been! Bruce knew the country
she was going to, perhaps as well as
her father; and he could have sim
plified her journey to the last word.
Well, what was done could not be re-
called and done over.
my father is great hunter. toe" !"
she said simply, eyeing wistfully the
road taken by Bruce into town.
What? Herr Gott! Are you Colo
mel Hare's daughter?" exclaimed the
captain.
YES"
He seized her by the shoulders.
"Why did you not tell me? Why, Colo
mel Hare and I have smoked many a
Burma cheroot together on these wa
ters. 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
I find that you are Hare's daughter!
And you have q sister. Ach, yes! He
was always taking out some photo
graphs In the smokeroom and showing
them to us old chaps
Tears filed Kathlyn's eyes. In an
Indian prison, cut Of the jurisdiction
Of the British Raj, and with her two
small hands and woman's mind she
must find him! Always the mysterious
packet lay close to her heart, never
for moment was 1t 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 docked down with variant
to be besieged By fruit SELL
ers, water carriers, cabmen, blind beg
gars. and MANNED. naked little chill
dren with curious, insolent black eyes,
women with infants straddling their.
hips, stolid Cinnamon: a riot Of color
md bewildering babel Of tongues.
Kathlyn found q presentable car
.iage. and with her luggage pressing
about her feet directed the driver to
he Great Eastern hotel
Her white sola-topee (sun helmet)
lad scracely disappeared in the crowd
when the Hindu Of the freight ca
,oose emerged from the steerage, no
onger In bedraggled linen trousers
md ragged turban, but dressed like
lative Top. He was in no hurry. Leis-
rely he followed Kathlyn to the hotel,
hen proceeded to the railway station. !
lie had need no longer to watch and
worry. There was nothing left now
nut to greet her upon her arrival, this
,oldens houri from the verses Of /
4, adj. The two weeks OF durance /
lie among the low castes II the steer