The times-herald. [volume] (Burns, Harney County, Or.) 1896-1929, 1920-01-31
Swami
Rams
Reincarnation
Copyright.
SYNOPSIS.
By FRANK sLICHroN

SYNOPSIS.
CHAPTER I-wbiie his train 10 held
on % siding.T Tom Davenport. engineer OF
the Pacific Limited. becomes interested In
the furtive movements OF small brown
man, evidently u foreigner. and investi-
back 20 his cab In q hurry. Buchanan
Williams, mining man, boards the train
and makes the acquaintance OF the
proves TO be an East indian. The limited
n wrecked.
fully burned. saves Jitcndra. who had
been pinned under the wreck. The Hindu
vows eternal gratitude. Williams re-
revoiutionisis have seIsed his mine.
known ms "Ei Tigre," and killed or driven
on the Americana
"Oniy a scratch" he muttered.
He forced the neck OF his flask be-
tween the lips OF the unconscious doll
like figure. The fire was nearly out.
and the section men from Separ were
already over the edge Of the steep
bank. A whistle was sounding family
down the road In front.
The head brakeman came wearily
hack TO the group around the dead
and injured and handed a telegram to
Conductor Martin.
Extra twenty-seven sixty.nlne's
engine and n wrecking crew have been
sent back from Deming: that's her
whistling now" explained the train
man.
Jitendra stirred.
Never before In all his life had
fiery. potent liquid like the one now
trickling down his throat passed his
lips. The thud OF the wrecked cur as
II toppled at last into the ditch seemed
10 aid In his awakening.
He sat suddenly erect. looked stu
pidly around. Friendly hands helped
him into the Pullman.
Feeling betterr' Buck Williams
had already forgotten his own trivial
injuries In the solicitude he felt for
this timorous little alien peering up
at him with apologetic eyes.
"Yes. sahib." breathed the brown
man. "I do not understsnd-"
'Oh. It's all over" cheerfully inter
rupted williams. "we had q break
down on the locomotive and came to
a quick stop. The old wooden diner
crumpled up--thats all. Couldn't ex.
pect anything else. hitting the hill the
way we were. with big hog like that
In front and the steel Pullman behind.
A couple of niggers killed-snd you
cot the worst deal Of any Of the pas
ssngers. ] guess"
The somber look In the eyes deep
ened as Jitendra scanned his face with
n quaint intentness which was alto
gether new and little uncanny. VIII
iiams shifted uneasily AZ he went on
"Wrecking crews got the engine ON
the track again; wen only be o few
hours late Into El Paso. DO you think
you'd better get on st Deming and let
doctor look you overr'
Jitendra shook his head. Il am not
much hurt, sahib Buck" he gravely
replied. But how came l 20 escape
the hrei Was 1 not overwhelmed by
the dlsaster?'
"Oh. you we're penned In under that
old hulk of diner until we dragged
You out" laughed the mining man.
But that's done now. You'll be In
Chicago. almost the same as II nothing
had happened, In two days. II was
lucky for both OF us that we were to-
ward the back end OF the car"
1T was fate" affirmed Jitendra,
with an emphatic positiveness con-
trasting strangely with his wee figure. |
"But you. Sahib Buck--were you. too, |
immersed In the shattertngsY~
"Nix.H grinped Williams. n back
pedaled right over tables and chairs |
Till landed In the vsstibule.s
II seemed TO be looking down upon
you the last remember" unused the |
Oriental, fastening his eyes searching |
iy upon the other mans.
II missed you" admitted Buck I'M
hesitatingiy. "aDd grabbed an AZ md |
chopped down 10 where you lay. But
I am sure that you would bave done
as mucn for noe. Do you remember
what we were talking about when the |
smash Gamer
gitendra nodded. :.
Yes, Sahib Buck. You were inquir'
ing of me concerning certain powers
OF my people. But vIshnu wiIIed that
should not reply. so my lips were
scaled. as you saw. II may be that
] shall never reveal TO you, sahib. the
things OF which was about to speak"
why notf" demanded Williams
curiously. The fnality IN the voice OF
The Hindu interested and, oddly