The Fargo forum and daily republican. [volume] (Fargo, N.D.) 1894-1957, 1914-05-15

ber-a fact which appeared natural enough to the women
about but which truly alarmed Umballah's spy, who i'm
mediately set off in search of the man.
One thing assured her the hands of the zenana's real
physician were broad and muscular, while the hands she
saw were slender and beautiful, brown though they were.
She had seen those hands before, during the episode Of
the leopards of the treasury.
1t was very hard for kathlyn to curb the wild desire
to crush Winnie in her arms, arms that truly ached for
the feel of her. Even as she fought this desire she could
not but admire Winnie's superb acting. She and her
father had misjudged this butterfly. To have come all
this way alone in search of them, unfamiliar with the
customs and the language of the people! How she had
succeeded in getting here without mishap was in itself
remarkable.
She took Winnie's wrist in her hand and ~sed it
reassuringly, then pottered about in her m,u..Al bag.
Very softly she whispered:
81 shall remain with you till dusk. Give no sign what
ever that you know me, for you will be watched. Tonight
I will smuggle you out Of the palace. Take these, and
soon pretend to be quieted."
Winnie swallowed the bits of sugar and lay back.
Kathlyn signi6ed that she wished to be alone with her
patient. Once alone with Winnie, she cast aside her veil.
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Hush, baby! We are going to get you safely away"
II am afraid"
80 are we all but we must not let any one see that
we are. Father and Ahmed are near by. But o, why
did you attempt to find us?"
But you cabled me- to come, weeks ago."
81? Never!" And the mystery was no longer a mys-
terry to KathIyn. The hand of Umballah lay bare. Gould
they eventually win out against a man who seemed to
miss no point in the game? You were deceived, Winnie.
To think of it! We had escaped, were ready to sail for
home, when we learned that you had left for India 1t
nearlr broke our hearts"
"Wbat ever shall we do, Kit?" Winnie flung her arms
round her sister and drew her down. My Xiii"
ave must be brave whatever happens"
"And am 1 not your sister? ?" quietly. DO you believe
in me 50 little? Why shouldn't 1 be brave? But you've
always treated me like a baby you never tried to prove
me-"
Kathlyn's arms wound themselves tightly about the
slender form. And thus Umballah found them.
Very touchingl" he said, standing with his back to
the door. "But nicely trapped" He laughed as Kath-
lyn sprang to her feet, as her hand sought the dagger at
her side. Don't draw it," he said. Il might hurt your
arm in wrenching it away from you. Poor little fool!
Back into the cage like a homing pigeon! Had l not
known you all would return, think you l would have
given up the chase so easily? You would not bend, 30
then you must break. The god Juggernaut yearns for a
sacrifice to prove that we still love and worship him. You
spurned my love; now you shall know my hate. You
shall die, unpleasantly."
Quickly as a cat springs he caught her hands and
wrenched them toward him, dragging her toward the door.
Winnie sprang up from the cushions, her eyes ablaze with
the fighting spirit. Too soon the door closed In her face
and she heard the bolt outside go slithering home.
Said Umballah from the corridor: "To you, pretty
kitten, I shall come later. I need you for my wife. When
7 return you will be all alone in the world, truly an or
phan. And do not make your eyes red needlessly"
Winnie screamed, and Kathlyn fought with the fury o.
a netted tigress. For a few minutes Umbanah had his
hands full, but in the end he conquered.
Outside the garden of brides three men waited in vain
for the coming of Kathlyn and her sister.
The god Juggernaut did not repose in his accustomed
niche in the temple that night. The car had to be pulled
up and down a steep hill, and on the return, owing to
the darkness, it was left at the top of the hill, safely
propped to prevent it's rolling down Of its own accord.
When the moon rose Juggernautg eyes cleaned like the
striped cats. Long since he had seen a human sacrifice.
Perhaps the old days would return once more. He was
weary at heart riding over sickly flowers; he wanted
flesh and bones and the music OF the death rattle. His
cousins, War and Pestilence, still took their tithes. Why
should he be denied?
The whispering became a murmur1ng, and the murmur-
ing grew into excitable chattering; and by 10 o'clock
that night all the bazaars knew that the ancient rites
Of Juggernaut were to BE- revived that night The bazaara
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