The Huttig news., 1915-01-23
VICTIM OF HATRED
By J. H. cIlMouR.

the rivers Ganges and Jumba on the east bank of the streams there stood, in the early eighties, great country house called The Zillah," which be- longed to a white man. It's owner be- longed to a family famous in the an nals of Allahabad and all the surround ing district. They had been landed proprietors for many years and were one of the first to establish the manu- facture of indigo in the northern part of India
 The holder of the property was, in the eighties, practically an outlaw. He was stunned by his own family for his many lawless acts, and he lived in that great weird house surrounded by natives of every caste and condi- tion of life. and also by few whites who had deserted from the army and sought the hospitality of man who was hated and feared.
 The man had received all the ad- vantages of generous education and of kinship with wellknown family. In his earlier days he had acquitted himself we'll in the dark time of the mutiny, having formed one of that small band of gentlemen that had kept the road open between Hattrass and Agra.
 His troubles began with a lawsuit and he had 8 lawsuit to the day of his death. He had been driven from one possession to another till all that was left him was the "zillah."
 When the present king of England visited Allahabad, the owner of The Zillah" sent word to the authorities that he intended to present a petition in person to the prince, and would say things that would compel his royal highness to take notice of him, and then. perhaps, he would have justice meted out.
 The man entered Allahabad with the following of the most disreputable men in his village and drove to where the prince was lodged. An army off, cer who was a friend of the family begged him to desist and prevailed on him to withdraw as his presence with that following was little short of trea- son.
 Then give the German this paper" he said as he flung his petition to the officer and withdrew, swearing ven- geance at everybody. From that day | he declared he owed no allegiance to England, and swore he would not pay | another cent in taxes.
 It was collected with the aid of the armed police.
 Like men of his kind. brought up without any ideas of business, he was ever borrowing large sums at ruinous | rates of interest, and whenever he | was in need of ready cash he would put mortgage on some theretofore .unmortsaRed piece of property.
 The man who lent him the money was a native, and in the course of one of the trials the singular statement was eiicited from this native that he vowed to ruin the white man If 1t took his entire fortune. He worked to this end for many years. and artfully led the unsuspecting victim into many financial trap.
 "A man like you," said the native to him one day, "is often in need of money, ready money. Why do you not come, to your slave instead of go ing to the banks"
 You are no friend of mine." an swered the white man.
 Tt is your fault that you are not friend Do not owe my life to your father?"
 You do," was the reply, but if you will remember it was I who wanted to blow you from gun and would have killed you with my own hands only l knew the temper of my father. and he would have himself delivered me over to the government after promising you your safety"
 Let the past be the past" said the native. 'I have come to you with of fer of help for the sake of thy father and you begin to upbraid me-
 Can l take help at the hands of Q murderer of my people?"
 My hands are clean," said the na- tive humbly, and the offer comes from my heart"
 At last the man listened and turned to the native for aid More than once he had been warned that he was go- ing to his own undoing and that he would know that a native never for gets and never forgives, and that he was being more completely ruined than even he or his friends could real ize.
 T want the money and the men that can ruin me are not yet born. was all the answer he made.
 Then began a series of foreclosures. One house went after another. The law was memorable and the white man paid the penalty for his folly.
 There was no respite for him. It was war with a vengeance and the legal war was driving the man to acts of outlawry. He met the native go- ing into the courtroom. smiling and bland, and he thrashed him with his horsewhip till the poor wretch's flesh was in ribbons. For this act he served a short time in jail. not for the beat