The Arvada enterprise., 1915-07-29
CHAPTER TX.
The Colonel In Chains.

Tho Colonel In Chains.
The colonel and Umballa swayed
back and forth. Umballa sank to
his knees and then fought madly to
rise; but the hands at his throat we're
the hands Of a madman. steel. resist
less. The colonel's chains clanked
sharply. Lower and lower went Um-
balla's head: he saw death peering
into the cell. His cry ratified in his
throat
Not a sound from Kathlyn. She
watched the battle. unfeeling as mar
BILE. Let the wretch die; let him feel
the fear Of death; let him suffer as
ne had made others suffer What
new complications might follow Um-
balla's death did not alarm her. How
could she be any worse of than she
was? He had polluted her cheeks
with his kisses. He had tortured and
shamed her as few white women have
been. Mercy7 He had said that day
that he knew not the word.
"Ah. you dog! Haven't l prayed
God for days for this chance7 You
black caha! Die!"
But Umballa was not to die that
mQpent or in that fashion.
7 That nervous energy which had In.
fused the colonel with the strength
Of q lion went out like q spark. and
a. quickly. Umbslla rolled from his
paralysed fingers and lay on the floor.
gaspinE and sobbing. Hare fell back
against the pillar. groaning. The ces-
sation of dynamic nerve force filled
him with racking pains and . pitt
able weakness. But for the pillar he
would have hung by his chains.
Kathlyn. with continued apathy.
stared down at her enemy. He was
not dead He would kill them both
now. Why. she asked with sudden
passion. why this misery! What had
she done in her young life to merit
It? Underfed. dressed in grass.
harassed by men and wild beasts
why?
Umballa edged out OF danger and
sat up. feeling tenderly Of his throat.
Next he picked up his turban and
crawled to the open door. He pulled
himself up and stood there. weakly.
But there was venom enough In his
eyes. The tableau lasted minute or
two: then slowly he closed the door.
bolted II. and departed.
This ominous silence awoke the old
terror in Kathlyn's heart far more
than verbal threats would have done.
There would be reprisal. something
finished In cruelty.
MY dear. my dear!" She ran over
to her father and fiung her arms
about him. supporting him and moth.
erinK him. An hour passed.
AN in. Kit; all in: haven't the
strength Of a cat. All. great God! II
that strength had but lasted mo-
ment longer! Well. he's still alive.
But, o. my Kit. my golden Kit, to see
you here is to be tortured like the
damned. And II Il all my fault. all
mine!" The man who had once been
20 strong sobbed hysterically.
Hush. hush!"
There were rare and wonderful
Jewels Of which alone knew tho hi
ding place. But God knows that 1t was
not greed: I wanted them for you and
Winnie. knew you were here. Trust
that black devil to announce the fact
to mo God! what l haven't
suffered In the way Of suspense! Kit.
Kit what has he done to your!
Briefly she recounted her adven-
lures, and when She had done he
bowed his head upon her bare shout
der and wept Al only strong men.
made weak. weep.
To Kathlyn II was terrible. Father.
don't, don't! You hurt me! can't
stand IT."
After while he said: What
shall We do, Kit; what shall We do!
II will marry him. father" she an
svered quietly. We can take our re-
venge sfterward."
What"
"If IL will save you"
"Child, let me rot here. WHAT
vo,,,d YOU trust him. knowing his
S,.e heart - you dot The moment
-, married him would be my death
W,rsnt No. mol II you weaken now
ihaii curse you. curse you. my Kit!
~. has been horror enough. can
ne
Wall. and 20 can ]. father"
snsnce. Altar . cockatoo shrilled;
a lnu,h camo family through the WIN
dow vnd later the tinkie OF music.