New Britain herald. [microfilm reel] (New Britain, Conn.) 1890-1976, 1923-08-08

Whey Peter Pennington is detaile
oy the government to apprehen
Chai-Hung, leader of The yellow
Seven, gang of Chinese bandits
Chai-Hung captures Captain Hewitt
and tells him that he means to xii
Elm Hewitt is held prisoner Will,
Chai-Hung goes to to call on Monica
He asks her to visit him in his home
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
Chat-Hung appeared to reflect. HI
stepped presently aside as she walked
her pony past him, his piercing eye.
never leaving her face.
She stared hard at leaf tina,
CLEANED white in a truant ray OF
tropical sunshine that had managed
to pierce the interviewer screen OF
follage above, but a force, greater
than any she had yet encountered,
seemed to be tugging at her. A
drowsy feeling crept over her and
she woke, as If from a dream, to find
herself looking down into orbs that
glowed like wells of fire. The flabby
fingers of the bandit had closed
round the bride ond the Bajau pony
was browsing on the soft heritage that
fringed the forest track.
One is never in a hurry in Bor-
neo," he was saying. II should like
You to come and see me sometimes.
TN afraid that would be impos-
sible," Monica FASTENED to assure
him. 1T must be perfectly obvious
to you, Mr.. Chai- Hung, that, under
existing circumstances visit such as
you suggest is entirely out of the
question" Her cheeks had gone
suddenly pale and two bright spots
OF crimson glowed beneath her eyes.
please let go my bride"
The Oriental did not appear to
have heard. ,,
i admire you immensely" he con-
tinued with an oily smoothness that
filled the girl with utter loathing Il
do not presume to imagine you have
given credence to the exaggerated
fairy tales that have been spread con-
corning my supposed exploits.
Neither would you be prepared to
condemn me without a trial You
will hardly believe me, perhaps,
when / tell you that | was actually
on my way to see you when l had
the good fortune to meet you face to
face. ! was coming to leave my
card"
In spite Of herself, Mrs. Whey
could not restrain smile.
Mr.. Chai-Hung," she protested,
"You have seen fit to credit me with
certain amount of intelligence. /
feel highly fattered. l assure you
until you deliberately proceed to in
suit it Now will you be good
enough to let me 60"
An ugly light shone in chai-Hung's
eyes and he raised his voice to
Pitch that sent chill sensation pass
ing down her spine.
II was going to tell you where l
now live. Are you-afraid to come
and see me, Mrs. viney?"
Afraid OF course not Why
should l be afraid?'S
Are. you agraid of-that?"
He held the thing before her face
80 closely that she started back, |
momentarily incapable of visualizing |
1t. Suddenly she clutched at the sad
die and uttered a Wild, piercing |
scream that set a colony of monkeys |
shrfeking and gibbering. in chorus. !.
She was staring as If fascinated at a |
long, narrow strip Of pasteboard, |
yellow and shiny with seven black /
dots marked clearly on its surface.
A second later and the Chinaman
had uttered peculiar, cultural cry
and footsteps began patterng down
the glade behind her. Chai-Hung
reached up as If to pull her from the
saddle.
The pony that had been peacefully
feeding brought up its head with
sudden jerk, causing Chai-Hung to
slip sideways, losing his balance; and
Monica, the shock bringing her to her
senses, found herself raining blows
from her riding stock at the yellow
horror at her side.
Before the ring Of Chai-Hung's
men could encircle her, she had
pricked the pony's TANKS and ridden
wildly down the forest path, her
nureole of soft curls blowing in the
breeze.
She had dim memory of the ia
nailiar outline of Dawson's bungalow,
Of cook-boy taking the reins fro''I
Ter trembling fingers. and then she
knew that she was lying, face-down-
yard, in long cane chair, sobbing
Is n her heart would break
Centuries seemed to pass before
she could muster up the courage to
sf out for, the servant.
Where is the Tuan Hewitt" she
inquired huskily.
''fie went out before makan-and
has not yet returned"
mot back YETI" she echoed
plankly.
And the Taun Dawson"