The Daily Alaska empire., 1930-08-18

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 The guide, suave Bengali, wa equally discouraging; but perfect 1 y willing to carry out his employ ITS instructions, and procured {
 motor for the journey across thu
 city to the monastery, which wa
 situated in the oldest quarter. Sit. ting back with teeth clinched ant irowning brows, Dagger had nc eyes for the colorful pageantry o. the streets. She looked straight
 ahead at the hollowed back of the
 Sikh chauffeur and the rotunc
 form of the Bengali. Immersed il I thought, she was surprised wher
 the car stopped.
 This is Gelugpa Lamassary, what you say Monastery, Madame the guide announced. Most holy place in North India for those Buddhists who are not emancipate of religious faith. Varee superstitious people. He waxed loquacious. Wholly ig- norant of modern science, believing in miracles, like people who have not advantage Of universitee Now [, who am MA, Calcutta"
 Thank you, Ram Das," Dagger interrupted, despite her impatience secretly amused, but I am most in- terested at the moment in learn- ing something of those supersti- tions. How do we get in9"
 The guide indicated gateway in the thick wall of the building, which lowered above them, silent and majestic, imperyious to the hustle of the street.
 We ring bell he said. Lama ] come. I think he say noa N~ Crossing the pavement he jerked 1t a rope hanging from a hole in the lintel, and a bell changed harshly within Immediately a pam el slid back in the gateway. and a dark, lined face peered out at them Ram Das bowed very low he seemed to retain respect for holy people. whatever he thought of their ideas-and spoke in a low tone. The monk cut him off at once, sternly emphatic; and when Ram Das would have continued ejaculated one short phrase, and started to close the panel Dagger herself, stepped forward.
 q am Blaine Towards friend, she said quickly in English, with
 ,ut thinking how ridiculous it was | 70 expect the monk to understand her And indeed, he did not; but he delayed in closing the panel, and cast. a curious glance over her flushed face.
 He say why you want to see Ghulam Bulk. Ghulam Bulk varee holy man, not have time for wom- en-"
 Tell him-here, let me write it l down on piece of paper
 And she scrubbed on the back of an envelope:
 For Ghulam Bulk: Blaine How ard used to talk to me of you May not talk with you of him? I am in trouble for lack of wisdom. AL sxandra Vaneering."
 The monk accepted it from her turning it in his hand not suspi- cicusly, but as if in doubt. He looked at her again, nodded his head, and parked sentence at the guide, who rubbed his hands to- gether unctuously as the panel clicked shut.
 Priest say: please you wait, Ma dame. He take paper to Ghulam Bulk"
 l Dagger climbed back into the car with a feeling of entire relief A voice out of nothingness had whispered in her ear: You shall succeed" And so it was. Half an hour passed, and the gate itself creaked open. The monk reap peared. lowing low, hands folded in the wide sleeves of his yellow robe Ram Das, leaping expectantly from 1 his seat beside the driver, inter preted the invitation:
 He say: please you come with him, Madame Your servant" he touched his -"unfortunately not go. Ghulam Bulk speaks Eng fish"
 If Dagger had known India better she would have been surprised by the cleanliness Of the halls and corridors she traversed; but she did not have to know India to ap- preciate the atmosphere of peace which enwrapped her so soon as she had crossed the monastery's threshold. The place was unbe- lievably quiet. The occasional monks she encountered moved like spectres rather than men. their bare feet soundless. their heads bent in reflection. their yellow robes flut-