The times-herald. [volume] (Burns, Harney County, Or.) 1896-1929, 1920-02-07

The fafcicnl co,iftmdrfid1 WIG con.
cluded. Mexican justice had been done,
and HardInge's prophecy verified In
detail.
II nm very sorry You persisted In
following me into this dIabolcai coun-
try" regretfulIy went on the mine.
owner. II knew there was bound to
he trouble. You have sacrificed your.
self uselessly."
A paradoxIcal expression swept
over the Hindu's face.
"whnt is TO be. will be. sahib Buck.
II IL as vishnu and Sive ordaln--but
we are not yet dead"
The reply irritated williams. r
III Mr.. vishnu has any pull In this
precinct. sure hope he'll do some-
thing for you" he sarcnsticaIly OBJ
served. II wouldn't bother about send
Ing him any thoughtlcss messages.
Jifendra. II I knew vlshnu we'll
enough I'd brace him for n good gun
and about fifty cartridges. OF course
Morcnos men might get me. hut IL
would be some satisfaction 10 have n
little company across the river tonor-
row morning. DO you suppose visbnu
could slip us .30-.30 IN here, some-
howl"
"sahib Buck wishes n gum"
'Jn the absence OF anything that
win assist us both 10 dissolve and float
out of here through the keyhoIe--yes
Ill be very glad 10 have gun. Two
A.. lv.
from seeds under cloth In few min
utes. Now. II you can pull Off stunt
like that, only grow me a gun instead
Of a plant---one that won't miss fire or
jam cartridges In the magszine--I'll
guarantee TO make mighty good use Of
Il. DO you happen TO have any gun
seeds or ammunition sprouts with
your
Jitendra grew thoughtful. Every
well. VIII the sahib not first seek re-
poser ~
williams sneered.
sven have plenty Of sleep little
after sunrise" he remarked. "Why
waste the time nowf'
what says the Ancient Wisdom:
Sleep In q lake wherein the soul finds
food" politely returned the other.
"In sleep many strange things cor,e TO
ope---Is II not so7'
The mine owner sat down with q
sardonIc smile. Jitendra was chanting
softly. Even the proximity OF death
had not changed him In the slightest.
As Williams pondered and listened Ia
the regular tramp Of the Mexican on
guard In the corridor. something of
the utter fntniism OF life--or death
came over him.
Why cry out or struggle against the
incvitablef Sooner or later he must
certainly pass from out the fcrment OF
humanity. 20 lie forgotten In some
quiet corner. II might as well he now
as any other time. except for one thing
Ell Tigre.
For nm instant Q fame Of bitter
hatred blaxed up as he thought Of tho
crafty Hardinge. Had Il not been for
that subtle. human scorpion he would
not be lying In this horrid hole. walt.
Ing the summons which would terml-
nate his ambitious life.
Hut the bitterness died away.
HnrdInge was only another puppes
Of fate--a stuffed doll--llke himself.
q mere msrionette In the drama Of ex-
intence, for fate bears rule over all.
Presently he. too. would be thrust back
into the cosmic trunk by the Great
Property Man Of the whole fantastic
show. and death. the wardrobe mis-
tress. would receive the battered au.
tomnton. the same as she would claim
him nt sunrise.
The voice OF the chanting Hindu
grew fainter.
The drowsy American felt that he
was falling into the abyss Of all things
the place from which he had sprung.
Around him mysterious creatures.
with calm. untroubied counterances.
like Jltcndrn's face. swirled on sound
less wings. }
tie be continued next week.