Arizona republican., 1914-04-19

has it's family crocodile. H. is very sacred and thrves comfortably upon suicides and the dead which often cast into the river to be purified. The Hindus are suicidal the of the occidental conception suicide is a quick and glorious route heaven.
 The current of the stream carried Kathyn along at fair pace; all she had to do to pole away from the numerous sand bars and such powders as lifted their rugged heads above the water.
 Round a bend the river widened and grew spondngy sluggish. She sounded with her pole. Some thing hdeous beyond words fat, aged crafty crocodile. His corrugated snout thrust quickly the edge of the raft. She struck at him wildly with the pole, and in a fury he rushed the raft. up setting Kathyn.
 The crocodile sank and for lost sight of Kathlyn. who waded frantcally to the bank up which she scrambled She turned in time to the croco- dies fearful eyes staring at her from the waters edge. He presently slid back into his smy bed few yellow bubbles, and he was gone
 Kathlyn's heart became suddenly and unaccountaby swollen with she became primordial she wanted to hurt, mam kill Childshy she stopped and picked up heavy stones which she hurled into the water Tue instinct live famed strongly in her that the of civilization fell away like mist before the and for long time the pure (which lies dormant in US alb ruled her She would live live live would
 live forget this oriental inferno through which she passing.
 She toward the jungle all unconscious of the stone she still held in her hand. She lost all of time and compass; and in half circle, coming out at the river again.
 The Indian twilight rising in the east when she found herself again looking out upon the water, the stone still clutc'cd tightly She gael at the river, then at the stone, and again at the river The stone dropped with a thud at her feet. The savage in her had abated in the least only her body terribly worn and weared and the robe muddied and torn. enveloped her like veil of ice Above her the lonely yellow sky; below her the sickly river; all about her silence which held a thousand menaces. Which way should she go? Where could she possibly find shelter for the night?
 The chill reused her finally and she swung her arms to the circulation. Near by she in the form sat shrine. A few withered flowers hung abo1t the gross neck of the idol withered flowers lay scattered at the base of the tree. There also bundle of dry ushes which some devoee had forgotten At least wonder platform would afford safety through the night So with the last bit of strength at her mand, she gathered up the rushes and climbed to the patform arranging her bed behind the idol. She cred her shoulders with the rushes and drew her knees up to her chin. She had forgotten her father Bruce, the happy days in far country she had but single thought, to sleep. What the want of sleep could not perform exhaustion could; and presently she lay still.
 Thus, she neither heard the pious pilgrims who their way Aaha to pray in that temple known to offer protection against wild beasts Fortu nately, they did observe her.
 The pilgrim is always a pilgrim in India it becomes might say, fascinating kind of sport. To most of them, short pgrimages tame rabbits would 1e to the hunter of lions. They will walk from Bombay to Benares, from Madras Lassa, begging and brag gng all the way. Eventually they become semihoIy, distinguished citizens in clutter of mud huts.
 They deposited and fruit at the foot ot the and departed, leaving Kathyn in peace. But later, when the moon poured its white, cold radiance her face it awakened her. and it took her time realize where she was.
 Below belly deep in the river stood several water bufaloes, their sweeping horns gstening like old ivory the moonshne Presently leopard stole down the brink and lapped the greedly from time