The Pioche record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1908-1925, 1915-03-27


service. Very good | shall wait. The
mahout here will take you directly to
Hare Sahib's bungalow. You will find
your fathers servants there, and all
will be well. A week. then. If you
do not send for me seek Bruce Sahib.
and we shall return with many. Some
will speak English at the bungalow
Thank you, Rao. shall not for
get"
Neither will Bruce Sahb," mysteri-
ously Rao salaamed.
Kathlyn got into the howdah and
passed through the gates. Bruce Sa-
hib, the quiet man, whose hand had
reached out over seas thus strangely
to reassure her. A hardness came
into her throat and she swallowed des.
perately. She was only twenty-four.
Except for herself there might not be
white person in all this SPRAYING
rugged principally. From time to
time the new mahout turned and
smiled at her curiously, but she was
too absorbed to note his attentions
Durga Ram, called lightly Umballa,
went directly to the palace. where he
knew the Council of Three solemnly
awaited his arrival. He dashed up the
imposing flight of marble steps, exult.
ant. He had fulfilled his promise; the
golden daughter of Hare Sahib was
but few miles away. The soldiers,
guarding the entrance, presented their
arms respectfully; but instantly after
Umballa disappeared the expression
on their faces was not pleasing.
Umballa hurried along through the
deep corridor, supported by exquisite
ly carved marble columns. Beauty in
stone was in evidence everywhere and
magnificent brass lamps hung from
the ceiling. There was a shrine topped
by an idol in black marble, incrusted
with sapphires and turquoises. Durga
Ram, who shall be called Umballa
nodded slightly as he passed it. Force
Of habit, since in his heart there was
only one religion-self.
He stopped at door guarded by {
single soldier, who saluted but spa
as soon as Umballa had passed into
the throneroom. The throne itsel
was vacant. The Council of Three rose
at the approach of Umballa.
"She is here" he said haughtily.
The Council salaamad
Umballa stroked his chin as hi
gazed at the huge candles Pickering
at each side of the throne. He shifted
the Tibetan incense, and shrugged. L
ives written. Go" he said, ito Hare
Sahib's bungalow and await me.
shall be there presently. There |!
plenty of time. And remember oul
four heads depend upon the next few
hours. The soldiers are on the verg,
of mutiny, and only success can pacif!
them"
He turned without ceremony ant
left them. With oriental philosoph,
they accepted the situation. They hat
. sought to overturn him, and he he'll,
them in the hollow OF his hand Dur
: ing the weeks of his absence in Amer
lea his spies had hung about them lik
bees about honey. They were the fow
ers shared
Umballa proceeded along the corr
dor to a fight of stairs leading be
meath the palace floor. Here the so
diers were agreeable enough; the
. had reason to be. Umballa gave ther
new minted rupees for their worl
:, many rupees. For they knew secret!
Before the door of dungeon Umball
1tctn "
= sound. He returned upstairs an
sought chamber near the haren
= This he entered, and stood with folde
arms near the door.
"Ah, Colonel Sahib,"
"Umballa?" Colonel Hare, bearde
: unkempt, tried to stand erect and fas
: his enemy "You black scoundrel!"
"Durga Ram, sahib Words, word!
Z the oatter of rain on stone roofs. o.
= king lives no more, alas!"
You lie!"
: HE is dead. Dying. he left you tn
. throne-you, white man, KNOWN
it was legacy OF terror and conf
J. ! sion. You knew. Why did you I
:. turn? All, pearls and sapphires al
:. emeralds! What? offer you tn
> throne upon conditions"
10 And those conditions have !
fused"
"A You have, yes. but now" Umbal
= smiled. Then he suddenly blazed fort
~ Think yoa a white man shall sit up
h. this throne while I live? 1t is mir
"A was his heir"
Then why didn't you save him fre
pi. the leopard? I'll tell you why. Y
er expected to inherit on the spot. a
nd ! spoiled the game. Is that not true
'rs And what n admit it?" tru,
,et lently
"Umballa. or Durga Ram, II y
al wish. listen. Take the throne. Wha
be to hinder you? You want It, Take
and let me begone."
re Yes. ! want It; and by all the &c
"a of Hind I'll have it--but safely A
It would be fine to proclaim mys
Ct when mutiny and rebellion stalk abo
Am pig to play game like TIL
no Tch! Tch!" He clicked his tons
against the roof of his mouth in
y" rision. mo: l need a buckler till