Morris tribune., 1914-10-09

from another village had been firing
arrows at night. went out and looked
for that village and fred four rounds
at it from a thousand yards. That
used all the cartridges cared to spend,
and l waited for Dravot, who had been
away two or three months, and kept
my people quiet. One morning heard
the devils own noise Of drums and
horns, and Dan Dravot marches down
the hill, with his army and a tail of
hundreds of men, and which was amaz-
ing--a great gold crown on his head.
My Cord, Carnehan,' says Daniel, this
is a tremenjus business. and we've got
the whole country as far as it's worth
having. am the son of Alexander by
Queen Semiramis, and you're my
younger brother and a god too. I've
got a crown for You. | told 'em to
make two Of 'em at place called Shu,
where the gold lies IN the rock like
suet in mutton. Call up all the priests
and. here, take, your crown
Zone Of the. men opens a black hair
bag, and slips the crown on. 1t was
too small and too heavy, but wore it
for the glory. Hammered gold it was.
Eve pound weight, like hoop Of a
barrel.
'Peachey.' says Dravot, we don't
want to fight no more The crafts
the trick, so help mel And he brings
forward that same chief that ! left at
Bashkai- Billy Fish we called him
afterward because he was so like Billy
Fish that drove the big tank engine at
Mach on the BoIan in the old days.
Shake hands with him says Dravot.
And shook hands and nearly dropped,
for Billy Fish gave me the grip. I said
nothing. but tried him with the fellow
craft grip. He answers, all right, and
tried the masters grip, but that was
a slip. "A fellowcraft he is, says to
Dan. Does he know the wordY He
does says Dan, and all the priests
know. But they don't know the third
degree, and they've come to find out.
It's Gods truth. A god and a grand
master Of the craft am |, and lodge
in the third degree will open, and
wen raise the head priests and the
chiefs of the villages
Its against all the law says
holding a lodge without warrant from
any one, and we never held Office in
/ any lodge.
'''It's a master stroke Of policy says
Dravot. The women must make apron:
as you show them. I'll hold leYee O
chiefs tonight and lodge tomorrow
II was fair run off my legs, but
wasn't such fool as not to see wha
pull this craft business gave us. W.
took a great square stone in the TEN
! pie for the masters chair and littl'
stones for the officers chairs and paint
: ed the black pavement with whit
squares and did what we could t
make things regular.
"Dravot gives out that him and m
were gods and sons of Alexander an
past grand masters in the craft ant
was come to make Ka6ristan a com
try where every man should eat i
peace and drink in quiet and special
obey us. Then the chiefs came rOun'
toshake hands. and they was so hair!
and white and fair it was just sbakip
hands with old friends. We gave ther
names according as they were Xix
men we had known in India-Bill
Fish, Holly Dilworth. Pikky Kerga
that was bazaar master when was a
Mhow, and so on, and SO on.
THE most amazing miracle was q
lodge next night. One Of the 0l
priests was watching us continuou
and felt uneasy, for knew we'd hav
to fudge the ritual, and didn't kno1
what the men knew. The old prizes
was a stranger come in from beyon
/ the village of Bashkai He fetches
whoop and howl and tries to owe
turn the stone that Dravot was sittin
l on. Its all up NOVEL, says. "Ehs
comes Of meddling with the craft wit
: out warrant" Drayot never W1nks
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