The Pioche record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1908-1925, 1915-04-24

MY uear, my GEAR! she ran owe
: to her father and flung her arm
e about him, supporting him and moth
. ering him. An hour passed.
"All in, Kit; all in; haven't thu
= strength of cat All, great God! i
that strength had but lasted mo
ment longer! Well, he's still alive
0 But, o, my Kit, my golden Kit, to see
0 you here is to be tortured like the
0 damned. And it is all my fault, al
J mine!" The man who had once beer
/ SO strong sobbed Historically.
FLUSH, hush!"
There were rare and wonderful
jewels of which / alone knew the hi
ding place. But God knows that it was
not greed l waEted them for you and
!; Winnie. knew You were here. Trust
that black devil to announce the fact
to me Cod what l haven't
suffered in the way of suspense! Kit,
Kit, what has he done to you?"
Briefly she recounted her adven.
lures, and when she had done he
bowed his head upon her bare shout.
der and wept as only strong men,
made weak, weep
To Kathlyn 1t was terrible. Father
don't, don't! You hurt me! l can't
stand it,"
After a while he said: what
shall we do, Kit; what shall we dor
Il will marry him, father" she an.
swered quietly. 1--WE can take our re.
venge afterward"
What"
IF it will save you"
Child, let me rot here. What!
Would you trust him, knowing his
| false heart as you do? The moment
you married him would be my death
warrant. No, no! If you weaken now
| shall curse you, curse you, my Kit
There has been horror enough. can
die"
We'll, and so can l. father"
Silence. Altar a cockatoo shrilled;
laugh came family through the win
dow, and later the tinkle of music
Up above the world was going on the
same as usual. Trains were hurrying
to and fro; the great ships were going
down the sapphire seas; children were
at play, and the world wide marts
were busying with the daily affairs
of men.
"Jewels!" she murmured, gazing al
the sky beyond the grilled window
Was there ever precious stone that
lay not in the shadow of blood and
misery? Poor, poor, foolish father!
AS If jewels were in beauty a 1.-THE
OF the misery they begot!
"Ay, Kit, jewels; sapphires and
rubies and emeralds, diamonds and
pearls and moonstones. And | wanted
them for my pretty cubs! Umballa
knew that would return for them and
laid his plans. But were they not
mine?"
Yes, If you intended to rule these
people; no, If you thought to take
them away. Do you not know that tc
Winnie and me hair of your head Is
more precious than the Koh-i-noor!
We must put our heads together and
plan some way to get out"
She dropped her arms from his
shoulders and walked about the cell
searching every stone Their only
hope lay in the window, and that ap
peared impossible since she had nc
means of filing through her fathers
chains and the bars of the window
She returned and sat down beside her
father and rested her aching head on
her knees, thinking, thinking.
Bruce, struggling with the soldiers
(and long since their fat flesh had
been stung into such activityD, saw
umballa appear in the corridor.
"Durga RAM" he cried, with a furi
GUS effort to free his arms, "Durga
Ram, you damnable scoundrel II
would be wise for you to kill me here
and now. for If | ever get free, God
help you! o, sha'nt kill you: that
would be too me Aiful But I'll break
your bones, one by one, and never
more shall you stand and walk. Dc
you hear me? Where is Kathlyp
Hare? She Is mine!"
Umballa showed his teeth in what |
was an attempt to smile. He still |
saw flashes of fire before his eyes. and
It was yet difficult to breathe natural
~. Still. he could twist this white
mans heart, play with him.
Take him away. Put him outside
the city gates and let him 60"
Bruce was greatly astonished at this
sign of clemency.
But" added Umballa, crossing his
Ups with his tongue, place him
against wall and shoot him II he is
caught within the city. He is mad
ana therefore l am lenient. There is
no white woman in the palace or in
me royal zenana. or with hint"
You lie, Durga Ram! You found
ler In the slave mart today"
umballa shrugged and waved his
land. lie could have had Bruce shot
1t once. but 1t pleased him to bangle
ieath before the eyes OF his rival. He
vas no fool: he saw the trend of af-
airs. This young white man loved
Aathlyn Hare. All the better, In view
u what was to come
Rruca Wao nopd.,n4aJ ~.