Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1917-12-14


the Sleeper's manner Was there such
a name in Rome?"
NO" he said.
"What does 1t mean?" she asked
him.
"Slow of resolution!
She clapped her hands.
Another signr'' she laughed. "The
gods love me! There always is a sign
when I need one! Slow of resolution,
art thou? I will speed thy resolution,
well-beloved You were quick to
change from King, of the Khyber Rifle
regiment, to Kurram Khan. Change
now into my warrior-my dear lord
my King again!''
She rose, with arms Outstretched TO
him. All her dancers art, her un-
tanned poetry. her witchery, were eX-
pressed in a movement. Her eyes melt
ed as they met his And since he stood
up, too, for manners sake, they were
eye to eye again-almOst lip to lip.
Her sweet breath was in his nOstrils.
In another moment she was in his
arms, clinging to him, kissing him.
And if any man has felt on his lips
the kiss of all the scented glamour of
the East, let him tell what Kings SEN
satiOns were. Let Caesar, who was
kissed by Cleopatra, come 10 life and
talk of it!
Kings arm is strong. and he did not
stand like an idol. His head might
swim, but she, too, tasted the delirium
Of human passion loosed and given for
a mad, swift minute. If his heart
swelled to bursting, so must hers have
done.
y have needed your she whispered.
81 have been all alone! have needed
your
Then her lips sought his again, ana
neither spoke.
Neither knew how long it was before
she began to understand that he, not
she, was winning. The human answer
to her appeal was full He gave her
all she asked of admiration, kiss for
kiss. And then-her arms did not
cling so tightly, although his strong
right arm was like q stanchion. Be
cause he knew that he, not she, was
winning, he picked her up in his arms
and kissed her as if she were q child.
And then, because he knew he had
| won, he set heron her feet on the foot
stool of the throne, and even pitied
| her
She felt the pity, AS she tossed the
hair back over her shoulder her eyes
| glowed with another meaning-danger-
ous-like a tigers glare.
'You pity me? You think because
l love you, you can feed my love on
q plate to the Indian government
/ You think my love is a weapon to use
against me? Your love for me may
wait for Il better time? You are not
so wise as l thought you, Athelstan y
But he knew he had won. His heart
was singing down inside him as it had
not sung since he left India behind
But he stood quite humbly before her
for had he not kissed her? He knew
he had won. Yet if anyone had asked
him how he knew that he had won, he
never could have told.
''If you were to go back to India ex
cept as its conqueror, they would striI
the buttons from your uniform ant
tear your metals off and shoot yor
in the back against a wall My sigma
ture is known in India and l an
known. What l write will be believed
Rewa Gunga shall take a letter. Ht
shall take two-four-witnesse HI
shall see them ON their way and shal
give them the letter when they reach
the Khyber and shall send them int
India with it. Have no fear. Bull
with-a-beard shall not intercept them
as L have intercepted his men. WheI
Rewa Gunga shall return and tell m,
he saw my letter on its way down tn
Khyber, then we shall talk again
you and I! Comet"
She took his arm, as If her threat
had been caresses. Triumph shon
from her eyes. She tossed her brav
chin and laughed at him, only en-
couraged to greater daring by his att
tude, and by the time they reached tn
ebony table and she had taken the pei
and dipped it in the ink, she wa
chuckling to herself as if the one goo
joke had grown into a hundred.
She wrote in Urdu, with an easy
flowing hand, and in two minutes sh
had thrown sand on the letter and ha
given it to King to read 1t was nc
like woman's letter. 1t did not vast
word.
Your Captain King has been too muc
trouble. He has taken money from tn
Germans. He adopted native dress H
called himself Kurram Khan. He sle1
his own brother at night in the Khybe
; pass. These men will say that he cal
ried the head to Khinjan, and their wor
is true for l, Yasmini, saw. He used tn
, head for a passport, to obtain admittanc,
, He proclairns jihad! He urges invasio
, of 1ndial He held up his brothers hea
before five thousand men and boasted c
the murder. The next you shall hear {
your Captain King of the KhybeT rifle.
! he will be leading a jihad into India. Yo
, would have better trusted me.
YASMINI.
He read it and passed it back to he
"They will not disbelieve me-" sh
! said, triumphant as the very devil owe
a brandered soul all hot They wi
, be sure you are mad, and they wi
, believe the witnesses -
? "Rewa Gunga shall start with th
todayr' she said with more anus,
ment than malice. After that she wa
still for a moment, watching his eye
at a loss to understand his careles
J ness. He seemed strangely unabase
His folded arms were not defiant, bl
neither were they yielding.
81 love you, Athelstan!" she sal
do you love me?'
81 think you are very beautifU
4 princess!"
a Beautiful? / know l am beautifU
y But is that all?'
"CleverI' he added.
She began to drum with the goldt
dagger hilt on the table, and to loo
dangerous, which is not to infer by al
means that she looked less lovely.