St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1914-09-19
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The Adventures Of Kathlyn
By Harold MacGrath
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animal cages of her father she callet
Tor Ahmed.
/ "Ny father?"
- i. memsahib, they say he is dead
Flow not. One night-the secont
after we arrived-he was summoned
to the palace. He never came back
''They have killed him!"
Perhaps. They watch me- too; but
l act simple. We wait and see."
Kathlyn rushed across the grount
intervening between the animal cages
and the bungalow. There was no one
in sight. She ran up the steps
to be greeted inside by the suave Um
balla.
"You?" her hand flying to her bosom
II, Miss Hare" He salaamed, with
sweeping gesture Of his hands
Sadly the wretch told her the tale;
the will of the king, his death, and the
subsequent death of her father in his
Durga Rams, arms. Yonder urn con
tanned his ashes. For the first time
in her young life Kathlyn tainted. She
had been living on her nerves fol
weeks, and at the sight Of that urn
something snapped. Daintily Um'
balla plucked forth the packet and
waited. At length she opened hel
eyes.
You are queen, Miss Hare"
you are mad!"
NAY; it was the madness OF the
king. But mad kings often make laws
which must be obeyed. You will &C.
cuse me of perfidy when I tell you all.
The note which brought you here was
written by me and substituted for
this
Duly Kathlyn read; "Kathlyn-1f
not heard from, I'm held captive in
Alfalfa. The royal title given to me
by the king made me and my de-
scendants direct heirs to the throne.
Do not come to Alfalfa yourself. De-
stroy sealed document herewith.
FATHER"
The Council OF Three entered noise
lessly from the adjoining room. At
the four dark. inscrutatle faces the be-
wildered girl stared, her limbs numb
with terror. Gravely the council told
her she must come with them to the
palace.
TT Is impossible!" she murmured.
You are all mad. I am q white wom-
an. I cannot rule over an alien race
whose tongue I cannot speak, whose
habits know nothing OF. It is impos-
sible. Since my father Is dead. must
return to my home"
NO." said Umballa.
II refuse to stir!" She was all afire
of a sudden: the base trickery which
had brought here herel She was very
lovely to the picturesque savage who
stood at her elbow.
AS he looked down at her, in his
troubled soul Umballa knew that It
was not the throne SO much az It was
this beautiful bird Of Paradise which
he wished to cage.
BE brave" he said, like your IA
ther. / do not wish to use force, but
you must go. It Is useless, to strug-
gle. Come"
She hung back for q moment: then,
realizing her utter helplessness, she
signified that she was ready to 60. She
needed time to collect her stunned and
thoughts.
Before going to the palace they con-
Quoted her to the royal crypt. The
urn containing her fathers ashes was
deposited in niche. Many other
inches contained urns. and Umballa
explained to her that these held the
ashes Of many rulers. Tears welled
Into Kathlyn's eyes, but they were OF
D historical character.
"A good sign" unused Umballa, who
thought he knew something Of women.
like all men beset with vanity. Oddly
he had forgotten all about the
Incident of the lion in the freight ca
boose. All women are felines to GER
tain extent. This golden-haired woman
lad claws, and the day was coming
when he would feel them drag over his
heart.
From the crypt they proceeded to
he palace zenana (harem), which sur
court Of exceeding beauty.
Three ladies Of the harem were sitting
IN the portico, attended by slaves. All
we're curiously interested at the sight
II a woman with white skin, tinted
ike the lotus. Umballa came to
halt before a latticed door.
Here your majesty must remain
ill the day of your coronation"
How did my father die?"
He was assassinated on the palace
steps by a Mahomedan fanatic. As /
old you, he died in my arms"
His note signified that he feared
How came he on the
palace steps?"
He was not a prisoner. He came
nd went as he pleased In the city"
Ie bowed and left her.
Alone In her chamber, the dullness
Il her mind diminished and finally
cleared away like fog in wind. Her
lear, kind. blue-eyed father was dead.
nd she was virtually prisoner, and
Winnie was all alone. A queen! They
we're mad, or she was in the midst OF
ONE hideous nightmare. Mad, mad,
mad! She began to laugh, and it was
lot pleasant sound. A queen, she,
kathlyn Hare! Her father was dead,
he was q queen, and Winnie was all
lone. A gale Of laughter brought to
he marble lattice many wondering