The Pioche record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1908-1925, 1915-03-20

Only by constant application r. maps
and guide books had she managed to
arrange the short cut to the far king
dom. She had been warned hist II
was q wild and turbulent place. out OF
the beaten path. beyond the reach OF
iron rails. Three long sea voyages:
across the Pac.lc (which wasn't.
down the bitter Yellow sea, up the
blue Bay of Iergsl. with many a sea
change and ! any 4 stral-e picture.
What though ~ heart achs | 1t was
impossible that her young eyes should
not absorb all she saw and marvel
over it. India!
The strange, elusive Hindu had dis
appeared after Hongkong. That was
weight or her soul She was now
assured that her imagination had be-
guiled her. How should he know any
thing about her? What was more
natural than that he should wish to
hurry back to his native state? She
was not the only one in hurry. And
there were Hindus of all castles on all
| three ships. BY now she had almost
forgotten him.
| There was one bright recollection to
break the unending loneliness. Com
ing down from Hongkong TO Singapore
she had met at the captains table
young man by the name of Bruce. He
was q quiet, rather untalkative man.
lean and sinewy, sun and wind bitten.
Kathlyn had as yet had no sentimental
affairs. Absorbed in her work. her
father, and the care OF Winnie, such
young men as she had met had scarce
ly interested her. She had only toll
Grant contempt for idlers. and these
young men had belonged to that cate
CORY. Bruce caught her interest In
the very fact that he had but little to
say and said that crisply and well.
There was something authoritative In
the shape Of his mouth and the steadi-
ness of his eye, though before her he
never exercised this power. A dozen
times she had been on the point Of
taking him into her confidence, but the
irony of fate had always firmly closed
her lips.
And now, waiting for the ship to
warp into It's pier, she realized what Q
, fatal mistake her reticence had been.
! A friend of her father!
, Bruce had left the Lloyder before
dinner Cat Singapore), and as Kath-
lyn's British-India coaster did not
= leave till morning she had elected to
: remain over night on the German boat.
AS Bruce disappeared among the dis
. embarking passengers and climbed
into q rickshaw she turned to the
! captain, who stood beside her.
do you know Mr. Bruce?"
) every WE'LL" said the German.
:. Didn't he tell you who he is? No?
. Ach! Why. Mr.. Bruce is great hunt
er. He has shot everything. written
J, books, climbed the Himalayas. Only
y last year he brought me the sack Of q
musk deer, and that Is the most dan
4 gerous OF all sports. He collects AMI
= mails"
]. Then Kathlyn knew. The name had
I been vaguely familiar, but the youni
mans reticence had given her no op
~ portunity to dig into her recollection
w. Bruce! How many times her fathe
had spoken Of him! What q fool sh'
!. had been! Bruce knew the countr.
V she was going to. perhaps as well a
~ her father; and he could have sim
plifed her journey to the last word
od Well. what was done could not be re
No called and done over.
a. my father il a great hunter, too.
~ she said simply, cycling wistfully tn
road taken by Bruce into town.
ho What? Herr Colt! Are you Cole
NJ mel Hare's daughter?" exclaimed tn
captain.
no Eyes"
5.s He seized her by the shoulders
va why did you not tell me? Why. Cole
,;s mel Hare and l have smoked many
ke Burma cheroot together on these WI
tiers. Herr Colt! And you never sal
anything! What q woman for q ma
to marry" he laughed. "You have 90
ha at my table for five days, and only mo-
e." find that you are Hare's daughter
ME And you have sister. Ach, yes! H
,ho was always taking out some pilot
graphs in the smokeroom and shown
lar them to US old chaps"
ma. Tears filed Kathlyn's eyes. In q
all. Indian prison, out of the jurisdictic
az Of the British Raj, and with her tv
ion small hands and woman's mind 81
,m must find him! Always the mysteriol
no packet lay close to her heart, new
ran for moment was it beyond the rea'
vho Of her hand Her fathers freedom!
=, The rusty metal sides Of the sh
tho scraped against the pier and the gar
No plank was lowered and presently t
nod tourists focked down with varia
nd emotions. to be besieged by fruit sc
nto ers, water carriers, cabmen, blind b.
nav gars. and MANNED, naked little Oh
dren with curious, insolent black ey
women with infants straddling tn
hips, stolid Cinnamon: riot Of CO
and bewildering babel Of tongues
Kathlyn found a presentable G
riage. and with her luggage pressi
,esa about her feet directed the driver
ved the Great Eastern hotel.
Ito be continued)