Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-02-22


silver about their ankles and wrists.
and solemn Brahmins, and men who
painted red and ochre caste marks ION
one's forhead, and ash-covered fakirs
with withered hands. Nautch girls,
girls from the bazaars. peripatetic
jewelers., kites and red headed vultures
this being a proper place for them.
The chief mahout purchased for
Kathlyn a beautiful saree. or veil
which partially concealed her face and
hair.
"Chalu!" he said. touching kathlyn's
shoulder whenever she Jagged, FOR
they had dispensed with the litter
Go on.'
She understood. Outwardly she APP
peared passive enough, but her soul
was on fire and her eyes as brilliant
as those of the circling, swooplns
kites. watching for that moment which
was to offer some loophole. On through
the noisy bazaars, the object of many
a curious remark. sometimes insulted
by the painted women at the windows
sometimes Tested at by the idlers
ly she wondered If some one of her
ancestors had not been terribly wicked
and that she was paying the penalty
1t seemed to her however. that a
film Of steel had grown over her
nerves; nothing startled her: she
sensed only the watchfulness she had
often noted in the captives at the
farm.
At length they came out into the
busy mart. The old mahout congratu-
lated himself upon the docility Of his
find. 1twould stiffen the bidding to an
nounce that she was gentle, He even
went so far as to pat her on the
shoulder. The steel film did not cover
all her nerves, SO 1t would seem; the
patted shoulder was vulnerable She
what was In the mind back of that
touch.
She had made her plans To the man
who purchased her she would assume
a meekness of spirit in order to Iull
his watchfulness. To the man who
purchased her kathlyn Hare,
Shk, Ian ~
nodded approvingly. hearing the sound
but not sensing its import All, when
the moment came. when the fool who
bought her started to lead her home
she would beguile him and at the first
sign of carelessness she would trust
60 her heels. She knew that she wa:
going to run as never a woman rar
before; back to the beasts OF tho
jungle. who al least l,o- he no effort +,
their way.
Wild and beautiful she was as the
old mahout turned her over to pro.
fesslonal seller.
"Clrcass;an"
From the north"
A bride from the desert
"A yellow HART"
"A daughter of the north seas.
4 *
The old mahout squatted close b,
and rubbed his hands. He would be ;
rich man that night; bags of rupees
a well matched house to cover hi.
gray hairs till that day they place,
him on the pyre at the burning CHAT
The gods were good.
Durga Ram, known Familiarity a.
Umba1lah. at this hour came forth int,
the sunshine, brooding. He was no,
in happy frame Of mind. Man,
things lay heavy upon his soul; bu,
among these things there was not on,
named remorse. To have brought
about all these failures-this though,
irked him most. Here was a crown
almost within reach of his greed,
myers, the water to Tantalus Tt
have underestimated this yellow haired
young woman-he who knew womer
so well-there lay the bitter sting. H,
had been too impetuous; he SHOULD
have waited till all her fears had beer
allayed. That spawn OF silva, the mill
tary. was insolent again, and rupee.
to cross their palms were scarce
Whittier had she blown. Was sh.
dead? Was she alive?
The white hunter had not returned
to his camp yet, but the sly Ahmed
was there The perpetual gloom oil
the face of the latter was reassurint
to Umballah. Ahmed's master had no
found her. To wiring the white man
! heart was something. He dared no
/ put him out of the way; too man:
knew.
And the council was beginning t