The circle banner. [volume] (Circle, Mont.) 1914-1939, 1915-05-07

docs, either. jim thinks = GOOD Zeal
and SO does Lydia. It's darned-"
Mr.. Riggs happened to LOOK up at
that instant. Ranjab was standing in
front Of him, his arms folded across
his breast, III the habitual pose of the
Hindu who waits. The man was
dressed in the costume OF high-caste
Brahmin; the commonplace garments
| Of the Occident had been laid aside.
and in their place were the vivid, dag
cling colors of Ind, from the bejeweled
his swarthy brow and cleaned with
rubies and sapphires uncounted. Mr..
Riggs mouth remained open as he
| stared blankly at this ghost of another
day. Not since the old days in India
| had he seen Ranjab in native garb,
| and even then he was far from being,
the respondent creature of tonight,
for Ranjab in his home land was a
poor man and without distinction.
Am 1 awaken" exclaimed Mr.. Riggs
in such an awful voice that Mr.. Dawes
gave over staring at the cabinet and
favored him with an impatient kick
on the ankle.
Il guess that'll wake you up if"
and then he saw the Hindu. Ran
jab!" oozed from his lips.
Ran1ab was smiling, and when he
smiled his dark face was joy to be-
hold. His white teeth cleaned and
his sometime unfeeling eyes sparkled
5zIs Il
men. They had stood, with Brood be-
tween him and grave peril far back
in the old days when even the faint
est CLEAN of hope apparently had been
blotted out
Behold" he cried, magnificently
spreading his arms. 81 am made glo-
rious! See before you the prince of
magici See" With a swift, deft
movement he snatched the half
smoked cigar from the limp fingers of
Mr.. Riggs and, first holding it before
their blinking eyes, tossed it into the
air. 1t disappeared!
well, of all the" began Mr.. Riggs,
sitting up very straight, His eyes
were following the rapid actions of the
Hindu. Unlocking a drawer in the
big table, the latter peered into 1t
and then beckoned the old men to his
side. There lay the cigar and beside
It much-needed matchi
II don't want to smoke it," said Mr.
Riggs, vigorously declining his prop
srty. 1.-THE darned things bewitched."
Ranjab took 1t out of the
lrawer and again threw it into the
lir. Then he calmly reached above
lis head and plucked fresh cigar
tut of space, obsequiously rendering 1t
o the amazed old man, who accepted
t with the sheepish grin of be-
!ddled schoolboy.
you haven't lost any of your old
KILL said Mr.. Dawes, involuntarily
dancing at his own cigar to make
ure that he had it firmly gripped in
lis stubby fingers. You ought to be
n sideshow, Ranjab.'
Ranjab paused, before responding,
o extract couple of billiard balls
nd small paper knife from the lapel
Mr.. Dawes coat
Il am to perform tonight, sahib, for
he mistress guests. 1t is to be-what
GU call him? A sideshow7 Ranjab
] to do his tricks for her, as the dog
erforms for his master" The smile
ad disappeared. His face was an i'm
enetrable mask once more. Had their
yes been, young and keen, however,
ley might have caught the flash of
nger in his.
Going to do all the old tricks?''
lied Mr.. Riggs eagerly. "By George,
d like to see em again, wouldn't you.
an? I'm glad we've got our good
othes on. Now you see what comes
always being prepared for"
Sorry, sahib, but the master has
quest me to entertain you before tho
tests come up. Coffee is to be serve
,re"
THAT means we'll have to clear
IT," said Riggs, slowly.
But sect" cried Ranjab, genuinely
try for them. He became enthusiast
once more. See! l shall do them
and better, too, for you"
For ten minutes he astonished the
men with the mysterious feats of
e Indian fakir. They waxed enthu-