The Bluffton news. [volume] (Bluffton, Ohio) 1875-current, 1940-03-21

Harding had neglected no detail Of
Lynn's social education. Whatever
Lynn did, she did well. She had
been taught to ride perfectly. On
one Of the Maharajah's thorough
breds, In the early morning cool,
she looked worthy of the splendid
animal that she controlled with no
visible effort. Lynn, the mystic In
dian daybreak and the vigor of her
motion through the long mauve
shadows, were all one merriment
to make mans eyes widen and
his heart leap.
One could recognize Rundhia from
a mile off by the way he swung his
right arm at the trot, an uncon-
scious habit that it had been no
body's business to tell him about.
But Rundhia could ride, too. They
were pair to stop and gaze at.
Lynn seemed to have forgotten
the previous nights disagreement.
She appeared glad to see Norwood:
What are you doing up so ear
y?"
'"The sight of you on horseback is
better than Sleep" he answered. "I
had dreams about you"
bad ones?"
ST can't remember. You know
how dreams escape you when you
wake up"
Come along for a gallop."
Cant. Sorry" Looking at Lynn's
eyes, thinking about Rundhia, Nor
wood spoke unguardedly: "My man
is signalling-some people waiting
for me near the waterfall. I must
60. I will call as soon as / can."
He looked straight at Rundhia.
1t was then that Lynn noticed that
Rundhia and Norwood hadn't spo-
ken.
Should I introduce your" she
suggested, laughing.
Norwood saluted her, wheeled his
horse, and rode away, not looking
backward. He heard Rundhia laugh
ing.
O'Leary met him by the river, full
of self-importance:
"You should send me to Geneva!
I'm a diplomat. They're waiting.
If you're nice, and no ones looking
they may let you see the mine.
convinced 'em that all you're here
for is to blow the governments nose.
1t needs blowing, I told 'em, on ac-
count of some sneak squealing on
'em that their mine isn't safe for
laborers, and you're here to muzzle
the talk"
81 would like to muzzle you,"
said Norwood.
"Same as it says in the Bible
about muzzling the OK that grinds
your corn" O'Leary answered.
Norwood studied him moment
There was only one way to get the
value out of O'Leary. No use MAX
ing him sulky. Keep him busy.
go to the bazaar" he ordered.
Here's some money. Pick up all
the palace gossip that's going the
rounds"
II get you! Smell a rat-just smell
him and I'll catch him. This isn't
much money"
"It's all you're going to get.''
lone o. these days." said O'Lea-
ry, I'm going to hire secretary
and take chance with the Official
Secrets Act and dictate my men,
oirs. Page one, III tell 'em the
Intelligence is run by cheap 'uns.
They'd make Scotchman feel like
multiplying loaves and fishes, free
for nothing!"
Norwood rode alone along the riv-
er bank until the path grew narrow
near the waterfall and he could no
longer see the huge bulk of the tenn
pie, nor even the city wall that fol-
lowed the curve of the river beyond
the dam. He dismounted and hitched
his horse to a shrub. The water
tumbled innocently, lazily over the
dam; there was hardly hit behind
that beautiful curved translucent
screen there might be the mouth of
a tunnel. The river water was
vaguely blue.
There were four men seated near
the ledge on which Norwood had
nearly lost his life the night before.
They stood up, greeting him respect
fully. They were Brahrnins but not
priests. they looked like RESPONSE