Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1918-04-20
The Winds of the World
by The Bobbs-M Merrill Co

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, wonder how they'd like Ger
man rule for a changer" unused
Warrington.
India doesn't often wear her
heart on her sleeve" said Kirby.
Its there tonight said War
rington. "Indias awake, if this is
Delhi and not nightmare, In
dia's maxim love to the British SOL
dier-man!"
They tore through a city that is
polychromtic in the daytime and
by night a dream of phantom sill
houettes. But, that night, day and
night were blended in one uproar,
and the Chandni Chowk was at
flOOdtide. wave on wave of excite
edit human beings pouring into it
from a hundred bystreets and none
pouring out again.
So the risalder drove across the
Chandni Chowk, fighting his way
with the aid of whip and voice, and
made a wide circuit through the
dark lanes where groups of people
argued at the corners, and some
times a would-be holy man preach
ed that the end of the world had
come.
They reached Yasimini's from
the corner farthest from the Chand-
nj Chowk, and sprang out of the
carriage the instant that the risal-
der drew rein.
Wait within CALI" commanded
Kirby, and the risaIdar raised his
whip.
Then, with his adjutant at his
heels. Colonel Kirby dived through
the gloomy opening in a wall that
Yasmini devised to look as little
like an approach to her-or heay-
en-as possible.
Wonder if he's brough us to the
right~place" he whispered, sniff
fing into the moldy darkness.
Dunno, sir. There's stairs to
your left"
They caught the sound of faint
flute music on an upper floor. and
as Kirby felt cautiously for his.
footing on the lower step Warning
ton began to whistle softly to him
self. Next to war. an adventure of
this kind was the nearest he could
imagine to sheer bliss, and 1t was
all he could do to contrive to keep
from singing.
The heavy teak stairs creaked
under their joint weight and though
their eyes could not penetrate the
upper blackness, yet they both sus-
pected rather than seused some one
waiting for them at the top.
Eirby's right hand instinctively
sought a pocket in his cloak. War
rington felt for his pistol, too.
For thirty or more seconds
say three steps-ihey went up like
conspirators, trying to move ST.
lently and holding to the rail; then
the absurdity of the situation APP
pealed to both. and without word
said each stepped forward like a
man, so that the staircase resound-
ed.
They stumbled on a little landing
after 20 steps. and wasted about
a minute knocking on what felt
like the panels of. door: but then
Warrington peered into the gloom
higher up and saw dim light.
So they essayed second flight
of stairs, In single file as before,
and presently-when they had
climbed some ten steps and had
turned to negotiate ten more that
assembled at an angela curtain
moved a little, and the dim light
changed to a sudden shaft that
nearly blinded them.
Then heavy black curtain was
drawn back on rings, and hundred
lights reflected in dozen mir
rors, twinkled and flashed before
them so that they could not tell
which way TO turn. Somewhere
there was glass-bead curtain, but
there we're SO many mirrors that
they could not tell which was the
curtain and which were its refiec-
tions.
The curtains all panied, and fFam
the midst of each there stepped
little nutbrown Eaald, who seemed
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