St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1914-10-24
CHAPTER TX.

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CHAPTER TX.
Tho Colonel In Chains.
The colonel and Umballa swaye
back and forth. Umballa sank +
his knees and then fought madly t
rise; but the hands at his throat wer
the hands of madman. steel. resist
less. The coloneIs chains clanke,
sharply. Lower and lower went I'm
balla's head; he saw death peerinl
into the cell. His cry ratified In hi
throat
Not sound from Kathlyn. Sh,
watched the battle, unfeeling as mar
bic. Let the wretch die; let him fee
the fear Of death; let him suffer a.
he had made others suffer. Wha
new complications might follow Um
balla's death did not alarm her. How
could she be any worse OF than she
was? He had polluted her cheek.
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 / prayed
God for days for this chance? You
black caha! Die!"
But Umballa was not to die that
moment or in that fashion.
That nervous energy which had in.
fused the colonel with the strength
Of lion went out like . spark, and
as quickly, Vmhalla rolled from his
paralysed fingers and lay on the floor,
gasping and sobbing. Hare fell back
against the pillar, groaning. The ces-
sation. Of dynamic nerve force filed
him with racking pains and a pitt
able weakness. But for the pillar he
would have hung by his chains.
Kathlyn, with continued apathy,
stared down at her enemy. He was
not 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? Underfed, dressed In grass,
harassed by men and wild beasts
why:
Umballa edged out of danger and
sat up, feeling tenderly OF his throat.
Next he picked up his turban anc
crawled to the open door. He pulled
himself up and stood there. weakly.
But there was venom enough in his
eyes. The tableau lasted minute or
two; then slowly he closed the door,
bolted 1t, and departed.
This ominous silence awoke the old
terror in Kathlyn's heart far more
than verbal threats would have done.
There would be reprisal, something
finished In cruelty.
MY dear. my dear" She ran over
to her father and flung her arms
about him, supporting him and moth
ertng him. An hour passed.
All in, Kit; all In; haven't the
strength Of cat. All, great God! II
that strength had but lasted mo
ment longer! Well, he's still alive.
But. o, my Kit, my golden Kit, to see
you here Is to be tortured like the
damned. And 1t Is all my fault, all
mine!" The man who had once been
20 strong sobbed Historically.
Hush. hush!"
There were rare and wonderful
jewels Of which l alone knew the hi
ding place. But God knows that It Faa
not greed: wanted them for you and
Winnie. knew you were here. Trust
that black devil to announce the fact
to me = God! what I haven't
suffered in the way Of suspense! Kit
Kit, what has he done to your"
Briefly she recounted her adven-
lures, and when she had done he
bowed his head upon her bare shout
der and wept as only strong men.
made weak, weep.
go kathlyn i was terrible. Father,
don't, don't! You hurt me! can't
stand it,"
After a while he said: What
snall We do, Kit; what shall We do?s
! Will marry him, father" she an
swered quietly. We can take our re-
venge afterward."
What"
II It will save you"
Child, let me rot here. What!
Would you trust him, knowing his
false heart as you do? The moment
you married him would be my death
warrant. No, no! II you weaken now
! snail curse you, curse you, my Kit!
there has been horror enough. I can
die"
Well, and SO can l, father
Silence. Afar a cockatoo shrilled;
: Rugh came family through the win;
COW, and latsT the tinkle 81 music;
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