Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1914-05-24
Copyright: 1914. BY Harold Mao Grath.i
CHAPTER Xxx.

~ HEY tell of to this day in Alfalfa. To be sure
they will elaborate and prevarcate, twist and dis
/ tort only the Asiatic knows how, having
innate horror brevity and directness; but the
basic truth of Kathyn's exploit Is held intact. The
hoary old beggar who sits with his beggars bowl near
the steps of the mosque oquacious, verbose and flow
cry snna piece will tell you the tale which hap
pened all of thirty years ago.
Thanks, Huzoor!" he viii begin, carefully scrutinz
ing the coin and testing its sodity between fine
of teeth for man of 10. All, that was dayl
1t was like day l knew in Delhi when l a child:
for the Great Mutiny l saw tine powder maya
zine. All, yes Huzoor; it is about the white
goddess that you wish to know. But help
Ais coffee house. for it is hot here, and it is long
story"
So you take the old over to and seat him under
the umbrellas of ALL and you will buy him sugar drink
and a smoke from a water bottle, he having brought
forth suggeshvely a cracked amber mouthpiece.
"Huzoor, she came out of nowhere, in a chain armor
that shone like ripping water in the sunshine She
tail and 1.-THE and vigorous, and beautiful a dream
of paradise.
when the sahibs and Ramaba trapped by
the cowardy soldiers of the palace found ourselves
without head The who led US had vanished. We
huddled like sheep, scattered, formed fred amlessy
began away. And brave old Lal Singh, with
bullet through his stomach, staggered off. We
without hope. We brave enough but bravery has
to be directed We knew only part of Ramabais plans
And what about this Ahmed?"
As the kite flies he back the house Of Rama
bal when everything had apparently to end.
For Ahmed loved the white goddess you and
love life. He brave. but the serpent is-wisey.
Did not the white queen all the English give him a
bit copper his breast because be was wise
we'll brave?"
The old beggar tilted his cup without touching It with
his lips and let the sweetened water trckle down his
throat.
When one Is DID, one is always thirsty" he observed
ITO go So there were, like sheep The majority
of us did not have enough to away Huzoor,
Umballah had lined up the white and Ramabai
against the wall In the throne room and about to
send them to their gods when suddenly noticed
motion in the of pathway seemed to be
hewn out among We were thrown about like sticks
In whirlpool
And then saw herr All, Protector of the Poor you
white people rule the world because you always know
what you want and when you want it. But it Is not
natural for brown people to think and act quickly at
the time. l her; and thought at first that
the gates of disc had opened and Allah himself had
set her down among u.s."
The water bubbles in the bowl Of the pipe and thin
stream of smoke trckles from his bearded lips You
have patience, he win tell this tale only his
own fashion.
Straight to the palace steps she ran, waving her
arms. Behold! She spoke to US In her tongue but
Allah is witness that understood what she say
ing! First ashamed, then stopped running.
then became men, Huzoor. The lead tubes began
to speak again: and too found voices. With
yes followed And there battle battle battle.
to the very foot of the throne
She threw herself between the eveled guns and her
people. The soldiers could not Are And Umbaliab,
ing that in truth he had lost this tme-Umbalah fed
toward the corridors and quick enough pre-
vent him.