Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1918-03-02
women who are prisoners here. He
may therefore liver

were at least two parties there, and
that none dared oppose Yasminis will
for fear of the others.
ITO thy seat, Kurram KhanF' she
ordered, when she had waited full
minute and no man spoke.
He wasted no time. He hurried out
OF the arena ms fast as he could walk,
with Ismail and Darya Khan close at
his heels. lsnail overlook him, seized
him by the shoulders, Rugged him, and
dragged him to the empty seat next to
the Orakzai pathan. There he Rugged
him until his ribs cracked.
"Ready o. wit !" he crowed. Ready
o. tongue Light o. life Man after
mine own heart Hey, ! love theel
Readily would be thy man, but for be-
ing hers Turned the joke on Muham-
mad Amin! Turned 1t against her
enemy and raised laugh against him
from his own menl Ready O wit
Shameless onel Lucky one Allah
was surely good to thee"
"Have they taken Ali Masjid fort?"
King whispered.
Nay how should know? Ask herl
She knows more than any man knowsw
King turned to ask the same ques-
ton of his friend the 0rakzai Pathan:
but the pathan would have none of his
questions, he was busy listening for
whispers from the crowd, watching
with both eyes, and he showed King
aside.
The crowd was very far from being
satisfied. An angry murmur had be-
gun to fill the cavern MS hive Is filled
with the song Of bees at swarming
time. But even so, surmise what one
might II was not easy to persuade the
eye that Yasmini's careless smile and
easy polse We're assumed If she rec
ognized indignation and feared 1t, she
disguised her fear amazingly. Leisure
ly, languidly, she raised both arms nn-
til she looked like an angel poised for
flight. The little jewels stitched to her
gauzy dress twinkled like firetlies as
she moved The crowd gasped sharp
ly. She had II by the heart-strings.
She called, and four guards got UNI
der one shield, bowling their heads and
resting the great rim on their Shout
ders. They carried 1t beneath her and
stood still. With low delicious laugh,
sweet and true, she sprang on 1t, and
the shield scarcely trembIed; she
seemed lighter than the silk her dress
was woven from
They carried her SO. and In the midst
of the arena before they had ceased
moving she began to sing, with her
head thrown back and bosom swelling
like a birds.
The East would ever rather draw Its
own conclusions from hint let fall
than he puzzled by what the West be-
lleves are facts. And PARALLELS are not
good evidence In courts of law, which
is always a consideration. SO her song
took the form of parable.
And to say that she took hold OF
them and played rhapsodies of her
own making on their heartstrlngs would
be to undervalue what she did. They
were dumb while she sang. but they
rose at her. Not force In the world
could have kept them down, for she
was deftly touching cords that stirred
other forces--subtle, mysterious, mes
merle, which the old East understands
which Muhammad the prophet un-
derstood when he harnessed evil I'm the
shafts with men and wrote rules for
their driving In book, They rose in
silence and stood tense. i
She sang of a wolf-pack gathering
from the valleys In the winter snow
a very hungry wof-pack. Then of a
stalled OK, grown very fat from being
cared for OF the "Heart of the Hills"
that awoke in the worm of the "Hills,"
and that listened and watched
"Now, is she the Heart of the
HillsY" King wondered. The rumors
men had heard and told again In India.
about the "Heart of the Hills" In kim
jan seemed to have foundation.
He thought of the strange knife,
wrapped In a handkerchief under his
shirt with its bronze blade and gold
| ~
The woman dancing was astonshingy
like Yasmlni, standing on the shield |
She sang about the owners Of the
stalled OK, who were busy at bay,
defending themselves and their OK
from another wolf-nack in another d.
rection "far beyond"
She urged them to wait little while.
The OK was big enough and fat enough
to nourish all the wolves in the world
for many seasons. Let them wait,
then, until another, greater wolf-pack
joined them, that they might 90 hunt
Ing all together overwhelm its pres
ent owners and devour the OK! So
urged the "Heart of the Hills" speak
Ing to the mountain wolves, according
to Yasmini's song.
The little cubs I'm the burrows know.
Are ye grown wolves, who hurry so?
She paused, for effect but they gave
tongue then because they could not
help 1t, and the cavern shook to their
terrific worship.
"Aiiah Allah!"
They summoned God to come ant
see the height and depth and weight Of
their allegiance to her And because
for their thunder there was no more
chance Of being heard, she dropped
from the shield like blossom. No
sound of falling could have been heard