South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1915-10-04

'One who had no veil over her face? Yes.
she had ridden to the north"
One dirty native woman had seen her
before the last going down of the sun" "She
spoke TO me. She read from a book. She
asked if I were the only wife of my husband
and when told her I was the fourth she
knelt and prayed The dirty native woman
spat upon the ground.
John Morleys face was white as he listened.
THAT way?' he asked the bag. She nodded
toward the mountain peak. she Will not go
far" she exuEted to the interpreter Zone OF
our women, a princess, went 70 Europe and
got education She came back with strange
notions like that. She told US we should be
but the one wife of one man. One day she
was gone No one has ever found her" the
bag laughed.
"She has not gone far" she repeated.
Morley and his little band dashed across the
stopped not for supper nor to rest, though the
men grumbled that they were tired. Some
thing strong, inexplicabe, compelling, drove
him on. At midnight, as he approached the
group of bouders at the highest point in the
mountain. he understood what had impelled
him From the shelter Of the rocks came
cry of anguish A woman's voice wailing In
the presence of death.
Morley and his little band pushed on. They
huge stones to the source Of the cries. A turn
of the largest boulder and they faced a scene
that chilled their blood. Two huge half-naked
headhunters had gripped the girl by the
shoulders and were urging her forward to .
tortuous death.
In the centre of the space surrounded by the
Ill of hon nit fror rvhf
ceeded sound as of the boiling over of
dozen tea kettles. Above it's dark, round edge
protruded Shiny dark heads, Kissing from red
open mouths poison dripping from waiting
fangs Into this Hadean depths the Moros
were about to plunge the beautiful missionary.
in the background sat native women with their
fat, brown children watching the scene with
stold enjoyment
Morley, at danger OF hideous death, huns
himself between the girl and the kissing execu-
TONERS. A blow from the butt end OF his
pistol and one Of the head-hunters was felled
senseIess At his command one OF his men
grasped the other Iggorote A third menaced
the women and children and stilled their sum
mons TO neighbOring Iggorotes by hourlsh OF
his revolver. Others patrOled the Oouldered
walls Of what had been so nearly a chamber OF
death
shot into the snake pit and the reptiles
slipped back 10 its depths 10 inspect their
brothers remains
Myra Allen lay in a crumpled heap. John
Morley leaned over her, his ear upon her heart.
10 assure himself that she was still alive.
How the little band OF Canadians carried the
girl down the mountain path in the moonlight,
how her escorts conveyed her 10 safety, and
how, while she was recovering at the little hut
near the mosque, she abandoned all thought Of
converting the MahOmetans because John
Morley convinced her that il was her duty 70
regenerate his life, is commonplace beside the
girls awful peril on that mountain top.
She journeyed 10 JOlO with her rescuers, con
tinued her journey 10 Manila under the
chaperonage Of a deaconess. With the dea
couess a an imprOmptu matron the wedding
was performed by a young curate.
In a villa out OF Toxic the bride is trying 10
Danish memories OF the tragedy OF the noun
tain peak from which she wTs saved by her
bridegroom.