The Fargo forum and daily republican. [volume] (Fargo, N.D.) 1894-1957, 1914-03-23

savage De@@G IN pursuit ShG escapes ID III ="
treat in the Jungle only to fall into the hands OF a
band of slave traders, who bring her to Allaha to the
public mart. She is sold to Umballahs who finding
her still unsuhmisssve, throws her into the dungeon
with her father.
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g. ., THE COLONEL IN CHAINS.
49, He colonel and Umballah swayed back and forth.
- Unballah sank to his knees and then fought madly
to rise; but the hands at his throat were the hands
Of a mailman, steel, resistless. The colonels chains
cltnked sharply. Lower and lower went Umballah's: head;
he saw death peering into the cell. His cry ratified in
his throat.
Not a sound from Kathlyn. She watched the battle,
unfeeling as marble. Let the wretch die; let him feel
the fear of death; let him suffer as he had made others
suffer. What new complications might follow Umtallah's
death did not alarm her. How could she be any worse
of than she was? He had polluted her cheeks with his
kisses. He had tortured and shamed her as few white
women have been. Mercy? He had said that day that
he knew not the word.
"Ah, you dog! Haven't I prayed God Tor days for
this chance? You black caha! Die!"
But Umbalah was not to die that moment or in that
That nervous energy which had infused the colonel
with the strength of a lion went out like a spark, and
as quickly: Umballah rolled from his paralyzed fingers
and lay on the floor, gasping and sobbing. Hare fell
back against the pillar, groaning. The cessation Of dy-
manic nerve force filed him with wracking pains and a
pitiable weakness. But for the pillar he would have
hung by his chainH. ~.z
@Kathlyn, with continued apathy, 1tared down at her
enemy. He was mot dead. He would kill them both now.
why, she asked with sudden passion, why this misery?
What had she done in her young life to merit it?, Under
fed, dressed in grass, harassed by men and wild beasts
why2, -.
Umballah edged out OF danger and sat up, feeling ten
derby Of his throat. Next he picked up his turban and
crawled to the open door. He pulled himself up and stood
there, weakly. But there was venom enough in his eyes.
The tableau lasted a minute or two then slowly he closed
the door, bolted it, and departed.
This ominous silence awoke the old terror in Kath-
Jyn's heart far more than verbal threats would have done.
There would be reprisal, something finished in cruelty.
M dear, my dear!" She ran over to her father and
flung her arms about him, supporting him and ~mothering
him. An hour. passed. ST. * .... .
"AII in, Kit; all in haven't the strength Of a cat. All,
great God! if that strength had but lasted a moment
longer! Well, he's still alive. But, @, my Kit, my golden
Kit, to see you here is to be tortured like the damned.
And it is all my fault, all mine!" The man who had
once been 80 strong sobbed Historically.
II" Hush, hushl" m..m-.. '...
"There- were rare and wonderful jewels of which
alone knew the hiding place. But God knows that it
was not greed I wanted them for you and Winnie
/ knew you were here. Trust that black devil to an
nounce the fact to me . God! what I haven't SUI.
fered in the way Of suspense! Kit, Kit, what has he
done to you?"
Briefly she recounted her adventures, and when she
had done he bowed his head upon her bare shoulder and
wept az only strong men, made weak, weep.
TO Kathlyn 1t was terrible. Father, don't, don't!
You hurt me! / can't stand it!'
After a while he said: " What shall we do. Kit: what
shall we do?" ly#y
will marry him, fathers" she answered quietly.
1--WE can take our revenge afterward.,,
what"
"If It will save ycu." e
Child, let me rot here. What! Would you trust
him, knowing his false heart an rou do? The moment
You married him would be my death warrant. No NO,
IL You weaken now ! shall curse you, curse you, my Kit,
There has been horror enough. I can die
well and so can. ], father"
Silence. Afar a cockatoo shrilled; a laugh came faintly
Through the window, and later the tinkle OF music. IN
above. the world was going on the same as usual. Trains
were ~hurrying to and fro; the great ships were going
down the sapphire seas; children were at play, and the
world wide marts were busying with the daily affairs
Of men.
!" Jewels !" shs murmured, gazing at the sky beyond
the grilled window. Was there ever a precious stone
that lay not in the shadow Of blood and misery? Poor,
poor, foolish father! As IL jewels were in beauty a titha
Of the misery theysbegot!
3 Az, Kit, jewels; ~aapphiFes and rubies and ~euneralds,
diamonds and pearls and nnoonHtones. And T wanted
them for my pretty cuba! Umballah knew that i would
return for them and laid his plans. But were they nor
naine?" 4F
Yes IT you intended to- rule these people; no, if you
thesghtteto esfaenasa WI g.s Do gorhsnot know that to
Winnie and me 4 hair of Your head ii -,nre precious