The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1914-01-30
CHAPTER WI.
he Daughter Of Brahma.


The cry, following on ioRs ST.
lence. released the-Festless tossing
hordes In the bazaar from restrain
ing spell. Narrow nlthy stree1s
belched out q lava stream or maa
dened humanity which swept across
the valley. crushing aside every Cd
stacle, trampling under foot those WHO
for moment stumbled IA the mead
long race. Unarmed half-naked 'and
strewn with ash and mire, The IN
spired yogis led their demon army
toward the beacon that burned upon
the temple hill They danced ahead,
weird fantastic figures In the ghastiy
firninousness OF the Indian night
their matted hair streaming out over
their shoulders. their thin arms
raised aloft as though IN constant
malediction. Internationally scream
went up into the night anu clang'
ing gong beat out a mOnotonous
rhythmic music 10 the procession 5
headlong progress.
Midway across the valley, there
where a narrow bridge uaversed the
river, Hurst awaited the onrush. From
where he stood he could see the lights
OF KORUNA. He picked OUT the col
onel's bungalow, and the room IN
which he had hidden Diana Chichester
last farewell. His fancy. strangely
calm IN that moment. pictured her
again as she stood defiantly against
the curtain---then "A black flood swept
over the vision OF her face, and throw
Ing I'D his arms, he was swung around
and caught like a straw IN the vortex
Of whirlpool. For one agonizing
moment of suspense he felt his senses
waver. The nauseating stencil. the
terrific impetus OF tho force which
held him I'm It's clutches. shook his
strength and seemed TO thrust MIN
down into a bottomless abyss. Auto
matically he gripped his neighbor 5
shoulder Inc man turned and struck
out with a blind fury. Hurst felt the
sting OF the blow as il grazed his fore
head and the pain was strong in
toxicating wine TO his Keeling senses.
He regained his footing and his
clenefIed fist fell Ike sledge-ham-
mer on the distorted face. Without
4 sound the man went under and the
ide swept on mercilessly in its course.
After that Hurst's consciousness
passed into a mere instinct OF SELF
preservation. His very purpose, high
fixed as II was. lost its clearness IN
hat raging storm OF fanaticism. Time
and distance sank into the general
chaos. He was dimly aware of old
landmarks, familiar and linked with a
hundred tender and terrible mem
cries. Then the dense jungle growth
of the secret path closed over all.
shutting out the distant peace OF the
stars, charging the atmosphere with
fetid suffocating heat. At intervals a
torch, held aloft by some gaunt flesh
less arm, threw a streak Of unsteady
light down the serried lines, and
faces, frantic with hysterical ecstasy,
started for moment out OF the dark
ness like Illuminated glimpses OF "a
delirious nightmare.
Hurst fought like the rest. That
madness which transforms a crowd OF
ordinary individuals 10 single devil
animated with a DEVILS spirit was in
his blood and goaded him To a super
human effort Others fell in that
struggle and their stihed screams
mingled with the monotonous drown
Ing chant OF the yogis, but he pressed
on. resolutely, savagely holding to his
course, Indifferent alike TO his own
eufferings and the sufferings OF those
who fought beside him.
"6arasvati! Sarasvati!"
The cry came down the narrow
cutting like gust OF wind and Hurst
unconsciously repeated II. Here in
this hell the name became curse.
conveying nothing 10 him but the idea
Of diabolical force directed against
his race and against civilization. The
dreaming woman among her lotus
flowers was the personihcaion OF a
blood<hirsty heathenism--of reii-
gion replete with hideous cruelty--and
HIS purpose, all that had been. sank
beneath the waves OF stern hatred.
Then suddenly the darkness passed.