St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1914-09-12

Many Of the days that followed
dragged. many dew-the first for
Kathlyn. the last for Winnie, who now
had a beau, a young newspaper man
from San Francisco. He came out
regularly every Saturday and returned
at night. Winnie became. II anything,
more Eighty than ever. Her father
never had young men abcut. The men
he generally gathered round his board
were old hunters or sailors. Kathlyn
watched this budding romance amused
~. The young man was very nice.
But her thoughts were always and
eternally with her father.
During the last week In December
there arrived at the Palace hotel in
San francisco an East Indian, tall,
we'll formed, rather handsome. Elk
cept for his brown turban he would
have passed unnoticed. For Hindus
and Japanese and Cinnamon and what
nots from the southern seas were
every day affairs. The brown turban,
however, and an enormous emerald on
one Of his fingers, produced an effect
quite gratifying to him. Vanity in the
oriental is never conspicuous for it's
absence. The reporters gave him scant
attention, though, for this was at a
time when the Gaekwar Of Baroda was
unknown.
The stranger, after two or three
days Of idling. casually asked the way
to the wild animal farm of his old
friend, Colonel Hare. It was easy
enough to find. At the village inn he
was treated with tolerant contempt.
These brown fellows were forever
coming and going. to and fro. from the
coloners celebrated farm.
At five o'clock in the afternoon Of
the 31st day Of December. this East
Indian peered cautiously into the
French window Of the Hare BUNGALOW.
The picture he saw there sent q thrill
into his heart. She was as fair and
beautiful as an houri Of Sa'adi. She
sat at a desk. holding q long, white
envelope in her hand. By and by she
put it away, and he was particular to
note the drawer in which she placed It.
That the darkhaired girl at the tea
tabaret was equally charming did not
stir the watcher. Dark haired women
were plentiful in his native land. Yon-
der was the girl Of the photograph,
the likeness Of which had fired his
heart for many day. With the pa
thence Of the oriental he stood in the
shadow and waited. Sooner or later
they would leave the room, and sooner
or later. with the deftness Of his breed,
he would enter. The leopard he had
heard about was nowhere to be seen.
Winnie" said Kathlyn. II dread It,"
Winnie set down the teacup, her
eyes brimming.
What can 1t all mean? Not a line
from father since Colombo, 1ive months
gone"
do you think
No, no." replied kathryn. hastily.
Father sometimes forgets. He may
be hunting miles from telegraph wires
and railroads: It 10 only that he should
forget us SO long. Who knows? He
may have dropped down into Borneo.
He wanted some pythons, 80 I heard
him say"
The elder sister did not care to In
still into the heart Of her charge the
fear which was in her own.
Who knows but there may be good
news in the envelope? Dads always
doing something like that. New
Year's!"
The collie, released from the kitchen,
came bounding IN. In his exuberance
he knocked over q cloisonue vase. Both
girls were glad to welcome this d.
version. They rose simultaneously
and gave chase. The dog headed for
he outdoor stsd q who're they caught