The Washington times., 1919-10-26

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he could find nothing. He became
wonderfully quiet then, wonderful
~ quiet. He shut his eyes and
folded his hands, and | stood watch
mg him in a stiffness that | will
Eeysr feel again in my life. I
watched with my mouth open and
my neck pushed forward like a red
legged crane that is waiting for a
mud fish to come out OF MS hole.
And presently ] saw that miracle
had happened. Jal a miracle. That
Poor devil had gone to sleep with a
smile ON his thin face.
-sGottl' I said to myself, this
is black magici' That is what I
thought. And just then seemed
to feel the presence that / sensed
was In that room was leaving it.
And that kitten knew. That cats
eyes followed that something 20 ihe
door, the door opened a lctle, then
II closed again, and ] drew a big
breath. I had been afraid to
breathe while that was in the room.
That is fact.
For three minutes after that
presence left the room Gung con-
tinued to stare into that gourd of
water, then he lifted lis head, gave
a little moan and toppled ever on
the floor. And as he rolled over on
the floor of that hut the silence
that was hedging US seemed to
crack up as IL the noises rushed
upon it from every point of the
compass.
Il brought Gung to his senses
and l looked him In the eyes. And
he looked back at me like a man
who is not afraid of whas he has
done. He knew that the man on
the mat was asleep. The steady
breathing of that poor devil was
a bit more soothing to our nerves
than those cries of pain that we
had listened to before Gung had
done that stunt.
asHe would have died, master,
gasped the Hindoo. If the black
angel had kept his eyes open an
other six hours he would have
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my life at the cataract
What could I say to that, my
friend? Nothing. Not a single
thing. I sat there till iaybreak
thinking of that business and
watching the man on the rat. That
kitten was still watching the door.
II did not know that Gung was re.
sponsible for that queer happening
in the night. and 1t thought that
presence might come back a. any
minute.
"It was daylight when the man
ewoke. and then he looked at me
with sane eyes. That sleep had an
ckored his mind little Just a lit
tie. He watched me, and he
watched Gung, but he watched
Gung the most. Jai that Hindoo
So there on the floor and they
loo'--i at each other in silence
This is Gung,' l said. You
savEd his life at the Weeping Falls
''He nodded his head ami put out
bis thin hand to Gung, and that
Hindoo crawled across the floor
ard put the hand of the sick man
On ms head And the man on the
mat whispered something In Hin
dustanee, and Gung answered.
For part of that day the sick
man seemed to be better, but when
the evening came along he became
delirious, and he began to cry
again for that girl in Rangoon.
Ach! i do not want to listen to
anyone cry for a person as that
man cried. II was terrible. Once
| heard German who was dying
on the Samaritan River cry for the
place where he was born, but that
mans cries were harder to listen
to. The German was crying for the
woods and the fields where he was
born, but the man on the top of
Mount Devil-face was crying for the
one be loved.
"Gung looked at me when it came
midnight, then without a word he
got, that gourd of water and started
on that business again. I felt more
sick than ever on that second night.
/ had been thinking all day about