The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1915-04-09

stant Ranjab flung himself forward
and grasped his masters arm. lie
had turned the revolver upon himself!
The muzzle was almost at his temple
when the Hindu seized his hand in a
grip Of iron.
"Sahib, Sahib" he hissed. What
would you do?" Wrenching the weapon
from the stiff, unresisting fingers, he
hurled it across the room.
My Cod" groaned Brood His tall
body swervtd forward, but his legs re-
fused to carry him. The Hindu caught
him as he was sinking Imply to his
knees With a tremendous effort OF
the will, Brood succeeded in conquer
ing the black Inconsistencies that
was assailing him. He Strengthened
up to his full height, and with trem-
bling fingers pointed to the PROSTATE
figure on the floor. The pistol, Ran
jab, Where is It? Give 1t me! Man.
man. can | live after that? | have
killed my SONNY own son! Quick.
man"
"Sahib'" cried the Hindu, wringlng
his hands. Il cannot, cannot"
Il command you, The pistol"
Without a word the Hindu, fatalist,
slave, pagan that he was, turned to do
his masters bidding. 1t was not for
him to say nay. it was not for him to
oppose the will OF the master, but to
obey.
All this time. Yvonne was crouching
against the table, her Mortified gaze
upon the great red blotch that grew to
terrible proportions as she watched
She had not moved, she had not
breatheG, she had not taken her hands
from her ears where she had placed
them at the sound of the explosion.
Blood, 1t is blood" she moaned,
and for the first time since the shot
was fired her husband glanced at the
one for whom the bullet was intended
An expression of incredulity leaped
into his face, as if he could not believe
his senses. She was alive and unhurt!
His bullet had not touched her His
brain fumbled for the explanation of
this miracle.
Blood" she walled again, a long,
shuddering word that came not from
her lips but from the very depths OF
her terror-stricken soul.
Slowly Brood's mind worked out OF
the maze. His shot had gone straight.
but Frederic himself had leaped into
its path to save this miserable crea-
turs who would have damned his
soul If life had been spared to him.
Raniab crawled to his side, his eyes
covered with one arm, the other eX-
tended. Blindly the master felt for the
pistol, not once removing his eyes
from the pallid figure against the table.
His fingers closed upon the weapon.
Then the Hindu looked up, warned by
the strange voice that spoke to him
from the mind of his master He saw
the arm slowly extend itself with
sinister hand directed straight at the
unconscious figure of the woman. This
time Brood vas making sure of his
aim-so sure that the 1.-THE Hindu
had time to spring to his feet and
grasp once more the hand that held
the weapon.
Master MASTER" he cried out
Brood turned to look at his man In
sheer bewilderment. What could all
this mean? What WIS the matter with
the man?
Down, Ranjab," he commanded in
a low. cautious tone, as he would have
used in speaking TO a dog when the
game was run 10 earth.
There is but one bullet left, sahib,"
cried the man
only one is requGed," said the mas.
ter hazily.
You have killed your son. This bul.
let Is for yourself"
Yes! Yes, But-but she, She
lives She"
The Hindu struck mis- own breast