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The Adventures of Kathlyn
By HAROLD MAC GRATH
illustrated by Pictures from the Moving Picture Production of the Selig Polyscope Co,
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SYNOPSIS.
Kathlyn Hare, believing her father, Col.
Hare, in peril, has summoned her, leaves
Jher home in California to go to him ki
Allaha, India. Umballa, pretender to the
throne of that principality, has imprisoned
;the colonel, named by the late king aa his
heir. Upon her arrival in Allaha, Kathlyn
is informed by Umballa that, her father
being dead, she is to be queen and must
(marry him forthwith. Because of her re-
fusal she is sentenced to undergo two or-
deals with wild beasts. John Bruce, an
American, saves her life. The elephant
(which carries her from the scene of her
trials runs away, separating her from,
(the rest of the party. After a ride filled
'with peril Kathlyn takes refuge in a
(ruined temple but her haven is also the
(abode of a lion and she is forced to flee
from it. She finds a retreat in the jungle,
'only to fall into the hands of slave trad-
ers, who bring her to Allaha to the
(public mart She is sold to Umballa,
(who, finding her still unsubmissive,
throws her into the dungeon with her
father. Bruce and his friends effect the
(release of Kathlyn and the colonel, and
the fugitives are given shelter in the pal-
ace of Bala Khan. Supplied with camels
and servants by that hospitable prince,
the party endeavors to reach the coast,
;but is overpowered by a band of bri-
gands, and the encounter results in the
nolonel being delivered to Umballa, Kath-
lyn and Bruce escape from thier captors
and return to Allaha, where Kathlyn
learns that her father, while nominally
king, is in reality a prisoner. Kathlyn
rescues him, and once more they steal
away from Allaha, but return when they
learn that "Winnie, Kathlyn’s young sis-
ter, has come to India. Umballa makes
her a prisoner. She is crowned queen of
Allaha. Kathlyn, in disguise, gains ad-
mission to Winnie’s room, but is discov-
ered by Umballa, who orders that she be
offered as a sacrifice to the god Jugger-
naut. She is rescued by the colonel and
his friends.. Kathlyn, disguised as an ani-
mal trainer, takes part in a public exhi-
bition.
CHAPTER XVIII—Continued.
Matters came to pass as Ramabai
bad planned: the night work in the
arena, the clearing of the tunnel, the
making of the trap, the perfeqting of
•all the details of escape. Ahmed
would be given charge of the exit, Lai
Singh of the road, and Ali (Bruce’s
man) would arrange that outside the
city there should be no barriers.
And when, late in the afternoon, the
exhibition was over, Kathlyn stepped
upon the trap, threw aside her veil,
•and revealed herself to the spectators.
For all her darkened skin they recog-
nized her, and a deep murmur ran
round the arena. Kathlyn, knowing
bow volatile the people were, extended
her hands toward the royal box. When
(be murmurs died away she spoke in
Hindustani:
' - “I will face'the arena lions!”
The murmurs rose again, gaining
such volume that they became roars,
which the disturbed beasts took up
and augmented.
Again Kathlyn made a sign for si-
lence, and added: “Provided my sister
stands at my side!”
To this Umballa said no. The mul-
titudes shouted defiance. In the arena
they were masters, even as the popu-
lace in the old days of Rome were
masters of their emperors.
Winnie, comprehending that this
was her cue, stepped forward in the
box and signified by gestures that she
would join her sister.
The roaring began again, but this
time it had .the quality of cheers. A
real spectacle! To face the savage
African lions unarmed! A fine spec-
tacle!
Winnie was lowered from the box,
and as her feet touched the ground she
ran quickly to Kathlyh’s side.
"Winnie, I am standing on a trap.
When it sinks be not alarmed.”
“My Kit!” cried Winnie, squeezing
her adored sister’s hand.
The arena was cleared, and the
doors to the lions’ dens were opened.
The great maned African lion stood
for a moment blinking in the sunshine.
One of them roared out his displeas-
ure, and saw the two women. Then all
of them loped toward what they sup-
posed were to be their victims.
That night in the bazaars they said
that Umballa was warring in the face
of the gods. The erstwhile white queen
of the yellow hair was truly a great
magician. For did she not cause the
earth to open up and swallow her sis-
ter and herself?
CHAPTER XIX.
The Uprising.
Through the tunnel, into the street,
into the care of Ahmed and Lai Singh,
then hurriedly to the house of Rama-
bai. The fact that they had to pro-
ceed to Ramabai’s was a severe blow
to Bruce and the colonel. They had
expected all to be mounted the instant
they came from the tunnel, a swift,
unobstructed flight to the gate and
freedom. But Ahmed could not find
his elephants. Too late he learned
that the mahouts he had secretly en-
gaged had misunderstood his instruc-
tions and had stationed themselves
near the main entrance to the arena!
The cursing and railing against
fate is a futile thing, never bearing
fruit; so Ramabai suggested his house
till transportation could be secured.
They perfectly understood that they
could not remain in the house more
than a few hours, for Umballa
would surely send his men every-
where, and quite possibly first of all
to Ramabai’s.
Still Ramabai did not appear very
much alarmed. There were secret
stairways in his house that not even
Pundita knew, and at a pinch he had
plan by which he could turn away
investigation. Only in the direst
need, thoug^i, did he intend to execute
the plan. He wanted his friends out
of Allaha without the shedding of any
blood. .j,
“Well,” said Ahmed, angrily cast-
ing aside his disguise, “well, Ramabai,
this Is the crisis. Will you strike?"
Lai Singh’s wrinkled face lightened
up with eagerness.
‘We are ready, Ramabai,” he said.
“We?" Ramabai paused in his
pacing to gaze keenly into the eyes
of the old conspirator.
“Yes, we. For I, Lai Singh, propose
to take my stand at your right hand.
I have not been idle. Everywhere
your friends are evincing impatience.
Ah, I know. You wish for a blood-
less rebellion; but that cannot be, not
among our people. You have said that
in their zeal your followers, if they
knew, would sweep the poor old king
out of your path. Listen. Shall we
put him back on the throne, to per-
form some other mad thing like this
gift of his throne to the Colonel Sa-
hib?”
Ramabai, watched intently by the
two conspirators for the British raj
and his white friends, paced back and
forth, his hands behind his back, his
head bent He was a Christian, he
was not only a Christian, he was a
Hindu, and the shedding of blood was
doubly abhorrent to his mind.
“I am being pulled by two horses,”
he said.
“Act quickly,” advised Ahmed; “one
way or the other. Umballa will throw
his men round the whole city and
there will not be a space large enough
for a rat to crawl through. And he
will fight like a rat this time; mark
me.”
Ramabai paused suddenly In front
of his wife and smiled down at her.
“Pundita, you are my legal queen.
It is for you to say what shall be
done. I had in mind a republic.”
Lai Singh cackled ironically.
“Do not dream,” said Ahmed. “Com-
mon sense should tell you that there
can be no republic in Allaha. There
must be an absolute ruler, nothing
less. Your majesty, speak,” he added,
salaaming before Pundita.
She looked wildly about the room,
vainly striving to read the faces of her
white friends; but their expressions
were like stone images. No help there,
no guidance.
“Is the life of a decrepit old man,”
asked Lai Singh, “worth the lives of
the white people who love and respect
you?”
Pundita rose and placed her hands
upon her husband’s shoulders.
“We owe them our lives. Strike,
Ramabai; but only if our need de-
mands it.”
“Good,” said Lai Singh. “I’m off
for the bazaars for the night I will
mmm.
The Sisters Reunited.
buy chupatties and pass them about,
as they did in my father’s time at
Delhi in the great mutiny.”
And he vanished.
Have you ever witnessed the
swarming of bees? Have you ever
heard the hum and buzz of them?
So looked and sounded the bazaars
that night. At every intersection of
streets and passages there were
groups, buzzing and gesticulating. In
the gutters the cocoanut oil lamps
flickered, throwing weird shadows
upon the walls, and squatting about
the lamps the fruit sellers and candy
sellers and cobblers and tailors jab-
bered and droned. Light women, with
painted faces, went abroad boldly.
And there was but one word on all
these tongues-: Magic!
Could any human being pass
through what this white woman had?
No! She was the reincarnation of
some forgotten goddess. They knew
that, and Umballa would soon bring
famines and plague and death among
them. Whenever they uttered his
name they spat to cleanse their
mouths of the defilement.
For the present the soldiers were
his, and groups of them swaggered
through the bazaars, chanting drunk-
enly and making speech with the light
women and jostling honest men into
the gutters.
All these things Lai Singh saw and
heard and made note of as he went
from house to house among the
chosen and told them to hold them-
selves in readiness, as the hour was
near at hand. Followed the clicking
of gunlocks and the rattle of car-
tridges. A thousand fierce youths
ready for anything—death, or loot, or
the beauties of the zenanas. For patri-
otism in southern Asia depends largely
upon what treasures one may wring
from it.
But how . would they know the hour
for the uprising? A servant would
call and ask for chupatties. Good,
And the meeting place? Ramabai’s
garden. It was well. They would be
ready.
Flicker-flicker went the lights; flick-
er-flicker went the tongues. And the
peaceful oriental stars looked down
serenely.
Umballa remained in the palace,
burning with the fires of murder. Mes-
senger after messenger came to report
that the fugitives were still at large.
Contrary to Ahmed’s expectations,. Um-
balla did not believe that his ene-
mies would be foolhardy enough to
seek refuge in the house of Ramabai.
The four roads leading out of the city
were watched, the colonel's bungalow,
and even the ruins of Bruce’s camp.
They were still in the city, but where?
A king’s peg, and another, and Um-
balla stormed, his heart filled with
Dutch courage.
Ramabai made his preparations in
case the hunters entered the house.
He opened a secret door which led
into a large gallery, dim and dusty, b
still beautiful. Ancient armor cov
the walls—armor of the days
there existed in Delhi a
throne; armor inlaid with
silver and turquoise; and
jewel incrusted swords a
a blazing helmet which
dita’s ancestors had , wor
Great Khan came thund
from China.
“Here,” said Ramabai to
nel,” you will be safe. They
search for days without learning
room existed. There will be no ri
to remain here now. Time enoug!
when my servant gives warning."
They filed out of the gallery solemn-
ly. And Kathlyn went out into the
garden, followed by Bruce.
“Do you know,” 3aid Kathlyn, “the
sight of all that armor, old and still
magnificent, seemed to awaken the
recollection of another age to me?”
He wanted to take her in his arms,
but he waited for her to continue the
thought.
"I wonder if in the dim past I was
not an Amazon?”
“I wonder, too,” he said.
“It is marvelous how this horrid
country has brought out in me things,
emotions, and the like, that I never
dreamed existed. Tonight I feel like
a pagan. I want to put on one of
those amazing chain armors, take a
sword and go forth.”
She stretched out her ar^s and sud-
denly he caught them ar.d drew them
down.
“Kathlyn, we may or may not get
out of this alive. I have my doubts,
for all Ramabai’s thousand guns.
There will be desperate men about,
taking whatever side promises the
most loot; and they will be every-
where, like poisonous flies. God
knows I ought not to speak, to say
anything, but my heart is too full this
night.”
She tried to draw away her hands.
“I love you, Kathlyn!”
“No, no!” She struggled back from
him.
“With all my heart and soul. You
ar,e as irresistible as breathing. And
I want you for my wife, Kit!”
“No, John! Perhaps my poor father
is right. A curse of some sort seems
to be hanging over us. For look: how
many times has everything looked
bright, only to turn out like this!
The cable saying that Winnie was on
her way, the brigands, Ahmed’s long
sleep, the mistake this afternoon of
the mahouts. I wonder if my own
God has forsaken us?”
“Kit!”
“No, no! I refuse to let you be
dragged into this. I want you to go,
to go now while there is time. I com-
mand it. As you say, we cafijiot tell
what may happen. The rebellion may
prove a fizzle; but, one way or the
other, there will be death. I want you
to leave us, for we are indeed ac-
cursed!”
The man at her side laughed. To-
her ears it was the same laughter she
had heard in the desert. In her heart
she knew that he would not go. Was
she glad?
”My life is mine, Kit,” he said, re-
leasing her hands, “and I give it to
you. But I promise not to speak of
love again till you are safe and sound
o’i the broad Pacific. There are Ah-
nied and Lai Singh and Ramabai, and
I will be their lieutenant By the
Lord Harry, besides yourself there is
only one thing I want: my hand round
the throat of- the black devil who has
caused all this. He seems to bear a
charmed life. Never have I had a good
opportunity to get near him. But pa-
tience!”
“Let us return to father and Win-
nie,” she said. “Besides, perhaps I
ought not to have come out here at
all.”
And Winnie! The change which
had taken place in the child was the
most remarkable of all to Kathlyn.
Winnie was a woman, quiet, brave, un-
murmuring, and Kathlyn now real-
ized that the child had been flighty
simply because they had coddled her
and given way to her whims in the
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days. The old days! Ah, could
of them ever go back to the
umdrum contentment of home
this strife? -,
this talk in the garden Urn-
not been inactive: The
could not possibly have
rty; they were still within
For all that he had rea-
ewdly regarding the house
abai, he could not dismiss the
'lity from his mind. So at
■h he ordered his captain of the
,rd, roughly and with curses—for
mballa was not pleasant in his cups
—to proceed at once to the house of
Ramabai and learn if they were there,
or had been; to bastinado all the serv-
ants in the house till the truth was
dragged from their lips. Dead or
aUve!
The captain salaamed and departed
with his men. He was the same cap-
tain whom Umballa weeks before had
marked for death because of his in-
solence. But the regent had found
him so necessary that he dared not
harm the man till real quiet was fully
restored in Allaha. And well the cap-
tain knew this; knew that his master
was only biding his time and that once
Umballa had his desires his (the cap-
tain’s) throat would not be worth a
copper piece. But the captain was a
gambler, and Umballa’s rupees were
as necessary to him as air and water.
Still, if Umballa had hidden fangs, so
had he. Let the regent strike.
As Bruce and Kathlyn reached the
door leading into the house they were
met by Ramabai, whose face was
grave.
“Ah, memsahib, you ought not to
have come out here. You might be
seen. Perhaps Umballa is -merely
playing with us, cat and mouse wise.”
He might have had more at his
tongue’s end, but he was destined not
to utter it. The gate was flung open
violently and the servant who had
been watching the street burst in with
the cry:
“Soldiers!"
The colonel, Winnie and Pundita ap-
peared. For a moment they believed
that Ramabai was going to guide them
to the secret gallery. But suddenly
he raised his hand and stared boldly
at the gate. And by that sign Bruce
and the colonel understood; Ramabai
bad taken up the dice to make his
throw. The two men put their hands
to their revolvers and waited.
Soon the captain and his men
came rushing in only to stop short at
a sign from Ramabai.
“Captain,” he began, “is Durga Ram
a good master? Does he keep his
promises?”
The captain turned and eyed his
men.
“Does he look out for your welfare
as an honest man should, or does he
simply use you as his tools and dupes?
For what does he want the soldiery?
To guard the weak and the oppressed
from the strong, or to fortify himself
in such a manner that it will be easy
for him to take what money he wishes
and flee? Is he a good master who
persecutes for his own ends?”
“Ramabai,” said the captain, “speak
out your thought frankly and clearly.”
Thus challenged, Ramabai said:
“Join our side, and tomorrow at dawn
we will strike a blow for the better-
ment of Allaha!”
“And what of the old man in the
dungeon?” dryly.
"W£it till we overthrow Umballa
and the cowardly Council; then we
flimU speak of him. Well?” proudly
and fearlessly.
“Ramabai,” replied the captain, “I,
too, will be frank. I will be loyal to
the hand that pays me best, for I am
not an Allahan by birth. I am a
mercenary. I have said it.”
“Be with me, on the morrow and I
promise put of my own chest will I
pay you your arrears and earnest
money for the future. On the other
hand, what will you gain by taking us
prisoners to Umballa?”
"“My lord’s word is known. I my-
self will take charge of the affairs at
the palace; and Umballa shall go to
the burning ghats. I will announce to
him that I found you not. When you
arrive at the palace you will find
everything in readiness. But till you
come I dare not lift a hand.”
And at that moment he meant every
word he said. Ramabai was the rich-
est man in Allaha. He turned again
to his men, to find that they were
ready to follow Ramabai anywhere
and at any time.
Ahmed, who knew the Asiatic heart
thoroughly, could scarcely repress a
smile. No matter. If they proved
loyal to Ramabai on the morrow much
would be forgiven.
The captain and his men departed,
while Ramabai and his friends reen-
tered the house, to find the imper-
turbable Lai Singh decked out in his
lawful finery. He was Ramabai’s right
hand, and the British raj vanished into
nothingness.
“All is ready,” he announced.
“Dawn,” replied Ramabai.
“The servant goes forth for the
chupatties.”
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Dawn. The garden was filled with
silent armed men. With Ramabai in
the secret gallery were the chiefs. Ra-
mabai indicated the blazing swords.
“My friends, choose among these
.weapons. The gems are nothing, but
the steel is tried and true.”
Lai Singh selected the simplest, sa-
laamed, and slid the scabbard through
his cummerbund.
As for Kathlyn, she could not keep
her eyes off the beautiful chain cuirass
which had once upon a time been worn
by one of Pundita’s forbears, a war-
rior queen.
“Beautiful, beautiful!” she ex-
claimed. “Pundita, may I put it on?
And tell me the story of the warrior
queen. To be brave like that, to fight
side by side with the man she loved!”
She put the cuirass on.
Quite involuntarily her eyes roved
to Bruce, who was staring at her like
one entranced. The hearts of both of
them leaped, but their lips remained
mute. There was, however, a message
in the eyes which each read with equal
clearness. Oh, to be free, to be back
in the old familiar world!
Lowly Pundita told the story. As
she unfolded the tale Kathlyn ex-
perienced a strange exhilaration, un-
like anything she had previously
knowrn. She wanted to snatch down
one of the swords, start out for the
palace, to stand in the midst,,of bat-
tle. And the odd part of it was this
exhilaration was not transient; it grew
and expanded magically, like a fakir’s
peepul tree.
The sky was yellow when the little
army started off upon its. desperate
emprise. A guard was left behind for
the women.
"God be with you,” said Kathlyn, as
she gave her hand to Bruce.
"Kathlyn, I’m afraid of you,” he said
earnestly.
“In what way?”
“What made you put on that chain
armor? And your eyes look so strange!
Ah, promise me that you -will stay
here and obey the men left to guard
you! You know the way to the secret
armory. Fly to it at the first sound oi
firing. No one knows how this is go>
ing to end. I would not give a rapes
for the word of any soldier in Allaha
Promise, or I shall not be able to keep
my mind op what is before me.”
“I promise that only in the matter
of life and death will I stir. Oh,”
impulsively, “why was I not bom a
man!”
“I much prefer you as you are.”
He smiled, kissed her hand, and took
his place among the eager revolution-
ists.
“Kit,” said Winnie when the wom-
en were alone, “Kit, that man loves
you!”
“And, Winnie, girl, if anything
happens to him it will kill me!” Kath-
lyn wrapped her arms about her sis-
ter.
Pundita solemnly gave each of the
girls p dagger.
“What is this for?” Kathlyn asked.
"If my lord fails there will be worse
things than death in store for us.”
Pundita was again the fatalist. “My
husband strikes openly now. He
must win or die.”
War! Rebellion! Great clamor
and shouting before the palace stairs!
“Give us Umballa and the Council!”
“Give us the gutter rat, Durga
Ram!”
“We will bury him with the swine!”
“Umballa!”
From one end of the city to the
other there was turmoil.
Umballa heard the shouting and at
first did not understand; but soon the
truth came to him. The city was in
revolt. He summoned what servants
he could trust and armed them. And
when the captain of the guard entered
to seize Umballa he was himself over-
powered. The dispatch /with which
this was accomplished stunned the sol.
diers, who knew not what to do with-
out their leader.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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Habermacher, J. C. & Lane, Ella E. Shiner Gazette (Shiner, Tex.), Vol. 22, No. [29], Ed. 1 Thursday, April 1, 1915, newspaper, April 1, 1915; Shiner, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1136833/m1/7/: accessed June 25, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Shiner Public Library.