Perth Amboy evening news., 1923-08-08
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Chai-Hung appeared to reflect. He
stepped presently aside as she walk
led her pony past him, his piercing
8eyes never leaving her face.
She stared hard at a leaf that
cleaned white in a truant ray of
tropical sunshine thai had managed
to pierce the interviewer screen Of
Foliage above, but a force, greater
than any she had yet encountered,
seemed to be Juggling at her. A
drowsy feeling crept i've her and
she woke, as If from a dream, to
find herself looking down into orbs
hat glowed like wells of fire. The
fabby fingers of the bandit had
closed round the bride and the
Bajau pony was browsing on the
soft heritage hat fringed the forest
track.
Zone is never in a hurry in Bor-
neo," he was saying. II should like
you to come and see me sometimes"
I'm afraid that would be impos-
sible," Monica fastened to assure
him. ut must be perfectly obvious
to you, Mr.. Chai-Hung, that, under
existing circumstances, a visit such
as you suggest is entirely out of the
QuGcllOu. IlCL CilSShO IldQ SOilc
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.
II admire you immensely" he con-
tinued with an oily sm%oothness 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
concerning my supposed exploits.
Neither would you be prepared to
condemn me without a trial. You
will hardly believe me, perhaps,
when l tell you that l was actually
on anyway to see you when l had
the good fortune to meet you face to
face. l was coming to leave my
card"
In spite Of herself, Mrs. Whey
could not restrain a smile.
Mr.. Chai-Hung," she protested.
you have seen fit to credit me with
a certain amount of intelligence. l
feel highly fiattered, l assure you
until you deliberately proceed to in
cEult 1t. Now, will you be good
hnough to let me go?"
An ugly light shone In Chat
lungs eyes and he raised his voice
to a pitch that sent a chill sensation
passing 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 I be afraid?"
Are you afraid of-that?"
He held the thing before her face
so closely hat she started back.
~momentarily incapable of visualizing
it. Suddenly she clutched at the sad
die and uttered a wild, piercing
scream that set a colony of monkeys
shrieking 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 a peculiar, cultural cry
and footsteps began pattering
down the glade behind her. Chat
Hung reached up as If to pull her
from the saddle.
The pony that had been peaceful
ly feeding brought up its head with
a sudden jerk, causing Chai-Hung to
slip sideways, losing his balance;
and Monica, the shock bringing her
to her senses, found herself rain
ing 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 rid
den wildly down the forest path, her
aureole of soft curls blowing in the
breeze.
She had a dim memory of the
familiar outline of Dawson's bunga-