St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1914-10-17
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The Adventures Of Kadlyn
By Harold MacGrath
Bv Harold MacG rath

vultur&s-thiS being Q propef paace
for them.
The chief mahout purchased for
Kathlyn . beautiful sarees Or yell.
which partially concealed her face
and hair.
.Chalu!" he said. touching Kath-
lyn's shoulder whenever she Jagged.
for they had dispensed with the litter.
go on!
She understood. Outwardly she ap-
peared passive enough. but her soal
was on IRE and her eyes - brilliant
n those Of the circling, swooping
kites, watching for that moment which
was to offer some loophole. On
through the noisy bazaars. the object
OF many q curious remark, sometimes
insulted BY the painted women q the
windows. sometimes tested ct By the
idlers around the merchants' booths.
It seemed to her. howevsr. that .
MIN Of steel had grown over her
nerves; nothing startled her: che
sensed only the watchfulness she had
often noted In the captives ct the
farm.
At length they came out into the
busy mart The old mahout congratu-
lated himself upon the docility Of his
md. It would stinen the bidding to
announce that she was gentle. He
even went 20 far - to pat her On the
shoulder. Tho steel Aim did not cover
all her nerves, 30 It would seem: the
patted shoulder was vulnerable. She
WINGED, for she read clearly enough
what was In the mind back Of that
touch.
She had made her plans. TO the
man who purchased her she would A.
sumo meekness Of spirit In order to
lull his watchfulness. To the man
WHO purchased her -. Kathlyn Hare!
She laughed. The old man behind her
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 flrst
sign Of carelessness she would trust
to her heels. She knew that she was
going to run a. never q woman ran
before; back to the beasts Of the jun
gle, who ct least made no effort to
modest her 90 long % she kept cut Of
their way.
Wild and beautiful she was % tho
old mahout turned her over to . pro.
fessional seller.
"Circassian!"
From the north"
"A bride from the desert!"
"A yellow-hair!
"A daughter Of the north seas!@
The old mahout sQuatted close By
and rubbed his hands. He would be .
rich man that night: bags of rupees:
well matched house 70 cover his
gray hairs till that day they placed
him on the pyre ut the burning CHAT.
The gods were good.
Durga Ram. known Familiarity al
Umballa, ct this hour came forth into
the sunshine, breeding. He was not
in happy frame Of mind. Many
things lay heavy upon his soul; but
among these things there was not one
named remorse. To have brought
about al these failures, this thought
1rked him most. Here was . crown a.
most within reach Of his greedy IN
gers, the water to Tantalus. To have
underestimated this yellow haired
young woman. he who knew women
20 well-there lay the bitter sting.
He had been too impetuous; he should
have waited till Ill her fears had been
allayed. That spawn Of silva, the mil
itary. was insolent again. and rupees
to cross their palms were scarce.
Whittier had she blown? Was she
dead? Was she alive3
The white hunter had not returned
TO his camp yet. but the sly Ahmed
was there. The perpetual gloom on
the face Of the latter was reassuring
to umballa. Ahmed's master had
not found her. To wiring the white
mans heart WAS something. He dared
not put him out Of tho way: too many
knew.
And the Council Was beginning %
grow uneasy. How long could hs hold
them In leash?
What . womanl ~ magnificent -
the daughter Of Frog shah Of Delhi.
Fear she knew mot. At one moment
he loved her with his whole soul, q
another he hated her. longed to get
her into his hands again, % wreak
his vengeance upon her Tor the hu-
initiation shs had by Wit and courage
heaped upon him. Il am ready!' He
could hear It yet. When they had led
her away to the ordsals-'T am
reAdyl" A woman, and mot afraid to
die!
Monsy! How to get II! Hs could
not plunge his hand into the treasury;
there were too many about, TOO many
tongues. But Colonel Hare knew
where the silver basket lay hidden
heaped with gold and precious stones;
and torture could not wiring the hid
ing place from him. Nay he be
damned to the nethermost hell! Let
him. Durga Ram. bpt bury his lean
hands b that treasure. and Naraka
swallow Alfalfa and al IL kings!
Rubies and pearls and emeralds, and
: far country to Idle IN. to be feted
IN. to be fawned upon for his riches!
And Ramabai and his wife, Pundita,
~ "a a.