The Pioche record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1908-1925, 1915-05-29

guage of the people. How she had
succeeded in getting here without mis-
hap was in itself remarkable.
She took Winnie's wrist in her hand
and pressed it reassuringly, then put
tered about in her medical bag. very
softly she whispered:
Il shall remain with you till dusk
Give no sign whatever that you know
me, for you will be watched. Tonight
| will smuggle you out of the palace.
Take these, and soon pretend to be
quieted."
|, Winnie swallowed the bits of sugar
and lay back. Kathlyn signified that
she wished to be alone with her pa
tient. Once alone with Winnie, she
cast aside her veil
20, Kit"
flush, baby! We are going to get
you safely away
II am afraid"
so are we all; but we must not let
anyone see that we are. Father and
Ahmed are near by. But oh, why did
you attempt to find us?"
But you cabled me to come, weeks
ago"
Il? Never," And the mystery was
no longer a mystery to kathlyn. The
hand of Umballa lay bare. Gould they
eventually win out against man who
seemed to miss no point in the game?
you were deceived. Winnie. To think
of it! We had escaped, were ready to
sail for home, when we learned that
you had left for India. 1t nearly broke
our hearts"
Whatever shall we do, Kit?" Win
ME flung her arms round her sister
and drew her down. my Kit"
I'VE must be brave, whatever hap
pens"
And am not your sister," quietly.
do you believe in me so little? Why
shouldn't | be brave? But you've al
ways treated me like baby; you
never tried to prove me-"
Kathlyn's arms wound themselves
tightly about the slender form.
And thus Umballa found them.
1
Very touching" he said, standing
with his back to the door. But nice
ly trapped" He laughed as Kathlyn
sprang to her feet, as her hand sought
the dagger at her side. Don't draw
it" he said Il might hurt your arm
in wrenching it away from you. Poor
little fool! Back into the cage, like a
homing pigeon! Had l not known you
all would return, think you l would
have given up the chase so easily?
You would not bend, SO then you must
break. The god Juggernaut yearns for
a sacrifice to prove that we still love
and worship him. You spurned my
love; now you shall know my hate.
You shall die, unpleasantly."
Quickly as a cat springs he caught
her hands and wrenched them toward
him, dragging her toward the door.
Winnie sprang up from the cushions,
her eyes ablaze with the fighting spirit.
Too soon the door closed in her face
and she heard the bolt outside go
slithering home.
Said Umballa from the corridor: ITO
you, pretty kitten, shall come later.
need you for my wife. When | return
you will be all alone in the world,
truly an orphan. And do not make
your eyes red needlessly."
Winnie screamed and Kathlyn fought
with the fury of Melted tigress. For
few minutes Umsalla had his hands
full, but in the end he conquered,
Outside the garden of brides three
men waited in vain for the coming of
Kathlyn and her sister.
The god Juggernaut did not repose
in his accustomed niche in the temple
that night. The car had to be pulled
up and down steep hill, and on the
return, owing to the darkness, 1t was
left at the top Of the hill, safely
dropped to prevent its rolling down Of
is own accord. When the moon rose
Juggernauts eyes cleaned like the
striped cats. Long since he had seen
a human sacrifice. Perhaps the old
days would return once more. He
vas weary at heart riding over sickly
lowers; he wanted flesh and bones
md the music Of the death rattle. His
cousins, War and Pestilence, still took
heir tithes. Why should he be de-
led?
The whispering became a murmur-
ng, and the murmuring grew into ex-
citable chattering; and by ten o'clock
hat night all the bazaars knew that
he ancient rites of Juggernaut were
to be revived that night. The bazaars
had never heard OF Nero. called AheDo.
barbus and, being without COMPARE
sons, they missed the greatness OF
their august but hampered regent Um-
balla.
Always the bazaars heard news be-
ore any other part of the city. The
white memsahib was not dead, but
had been recaptured while posing as
the zenana physician in an attempt to
rescue her sister, the new queen. Oh,
he chief city Of Alfalfa was in the
natter Of choice and unexpected
imusements unrivaled in all Asia.
Yes, Umballa was not unlike Nero
to keep the populace amused so they
would temporarily forget their bur