KIM O' THE 'RISHTI.

He sat, in defiance of municipal orders, astride the gun Zam Zammeh on her luck platform opposite the old Ajaibgher - the wonder house, as the natives call it - the Lahore Museum. Who hold Zam-Zammeh, that fire-breathing dragon, hold the Punjab: for the great green-bronze cannon has always been part of a conqueror's loot.

There was some justification for Kim - he had just kicked Lala Dinanath's boy off the trunnions - since the English held the Punjab and Kim was English. Though he was burned as black as any native; and his mother tongue in aclimated Ring-Bang though he spoke the vernacular by preference; though he consorted on terms of perfect equality with the small boys of the bazar; Kim was white - a poor white of the very poorest - and this means more in India than in any other land. The woman who looked after him, took opium and she kept a second-hand furniture shop near the square where the ticca charries stand and took opium; told a missionary that she was Kim's mother's sister; but his mother had been nursemaid to a colonel, and had married Kimball O'Hara, a young colour-sergeant of an Irish regiment, who had found a billet on the railway, and the regiment went home without him. But his wife died of cholera in Fenoepore; and O'Hara fell to drink and loafing up and down the railway with the keen-eyed three year old baby. Societies and chaplains tried to catch him for the child's sake but O'Hara drifted away, leaving

Then he found the woman who took opium and learned the taste from her and died as poor whites die in India. His estate at death