Arizona republican., 1914-03-15
ICopyrght: 1914: By Harold Mac Grath.l
 CHAPTER II. U THE UNwELCoME THRONE

later, arrived at the basin In Calcutta y\ A thousand or natives were bathing ceremo-
 niously in the ghat-men, women, and children It was early morn and they making solemn genu- dexions toward the bright The front swamed with brown bodies great wheeled carts drawn by sad eyed bullocks threaded slowly through the The many white turans stirring hither and thither, reminded her of a field ofwhte poppies in breeze India There ay ready for her eager feet Always had she dreamed about It. and ronslnced it, and sought it on the wings of her spirit Wonder it lay, ancena China, chanting stored Persia.
 If only she were pleasure bent! If only she knew some one this great teeming city She knew DO one she carried eters of introduction no letters of credit nothing but the gold and the paymaster at the farm had hastily turned to her. Only by constant apl cation to maps and guide books had she managed to arrange the short cut to the kingdom She had been warned that it was wild and turbulent place. out of the beaten path beyond reach of iron rails Three long sea voyages: across the Pacific (which wasnD down the bitter Yellow nr the blue Bay of Bengal with many sea change and many a strange picture. What though her ached it impossible that her young eyes should not absorb all she and marvel over it. India! The strange elusive Hindu had disappeared after Hong kong That was a weight off her soul. She was now assured that her imagination had beguiled her. How should he know anything about her? What was more
  native state? She not the only one in hurry And there were Hndus of all castes all three ships By now she had almost forgotten him.
 There was one bright recollection break the amending loneliness Coming down from Hongkong to Singapore she had met at the captains table young by the name of Bruce. He quiet rather untalkatve man, lean and snewy, and wind bitten kathlyn had as yet had sentimental affairs Absorbed in her work, her father and the of Winnie, such young men she had scarcely interested her. She had only tolerant contempt for idlers and these young men had belonged that category Bruce caught her interest in the very fact had but little and said that crispy and we'll There something authoritative in the shape of his mouth and the steadiness of his though before her he exercised this power dozen times she had been the point of taking him into her confidence but the irony of fate had always firmly closed her lips
 And now waiting for the ship to warp into its pier, she realized what mistake her reticence had been A friend of her father!
 Rruce had left the Lloyder before dinner Cat Singa- pore) and as Kathlyns BritishIndia coaster did not leave till morning had elected to remain over night on the German boat.
 As Bruce disappeared among the dsembarking passen- gers and climbed into rckshaw she turned to the cap tain, who stood beside her.
 Do you know Mir. Bruce?"
 'SAA 'oN who he is: No? Ach! Why, MT. Bruce is great hunter He has shot everything, written books climbed the Himaayas. Only last year he brought me the sack of a musk deer and that is the most dangerous of all sports. He collects animals"
 Then Kathlyn knew. The name had been vaguely fa- mar but the young mans reticence had given her no opportunity to dig into her recollection. Bruce! How many times her father had spoken of him! What fool she had been Bruce knew the country she was going to- perhaps well her father, and he could have sim plifed her journey to the last word Well, what was done could not be recalled and done over
 My father is a great hunter, too,' she said simply, eveinp wistfuy the road taken by Bruce into town.
 "what? Herr Gott! Are you Col Hare's daughter2" |" exclaimed the captain.
 "Yes."
 He seized her by the shoulders Why did not tell me? Why Col Hare and have smoked many Burma cheroot together these waters Herr Gott! And You never said anything! What woman for man to marry!" he laughed You have sat at my table for five days and only find that you are Hares daughter And you have sister. Ach, yes He was always taking out photographs in the smoKeroom ana sno"ins them to US old chaps"
 Tears filled Kathyns eyes. In Indian prson out of the jurisdiction of the British Ra and with her two small hands and woman's mind she must free him Always the mysterious packet lay close to her heart never for moment it beyond the reach of her hand Her fathers freedom!
 The rusty metal sides of the ship scraped against the pier the gangpank lowered; and presently the tourists focked down with variant emotions, to be be- seged by fruit sellers carriers cabmen, blind beg rars and mamed naked little children with curious, insolent black eyes, with infants straddng their bps stolid Chnamen: riot of color and bewilderins babel of tongues
 Kathlyn found presentable carriage, and with her pressing about her feet directed the driver to the Great Eastern hotel
 Her white sola-topee (sun helmeD had scarcely disap' peared in the crowd when the Hindu of the freight caboose emerged from the steerage longer in berag ged linen and ragged turban, but dressed like native fop He in hurry. Leisurely he followed Kathyn the hoe then proceeded to the railway sta ton He had need longer to watch and worry There was nothing left but to greet her upon her arrival this golden houri from the verses of Sa adj The two weeks of duranes vile among the low cases in the steer