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SHINER GAZETTE, SHINER, TEXAS
The Adventures of
Kathi^n
By
HAROLD MAC GRATH
Illustrated by Pictures from the Moving Picture
* Production of the Selig Polyscope Co.
tGopyright by Harold MacGrathi
CHAPTER XXII—Continued.
“Till an hour gone it "had not oc-
curred to me. Shall Ramabai, then,
become your master, to set forth the
propaganda of the infidel?”
“No!” The word was not spoken
loudly, but sibilantly, with something
resembling a hiss. “No!”
“And shall a king who has no mind,
no will, no strength, resiqne his au-
thority? Perhaps to bring more white
people into Allaha, perhaps to give Al-
laha eventually to the British raj?”
Again the negative.
“But the method?”
Umballa smiled. “What brings the
worshiper here with candles and flow-
ers and incense? Is it love or rev-
erence or superstition?”
The bald yellow heads nodded like
porcelain mandarins.
“Superstition,” went on Umballa,
“the sword which bends the knees of
the layman, has and always will
through the ages!"
In the vault outside a bell tinkled,
a gong boomed melodiously.
. “When I give the sign,” continued
the schemer, “declare the curse upon
all those who do not bend. A word
from your lips, and Ramabai’s troops
vanish, reform, and become yours and
mine!”
“While the king lives?” asked the
chief priest curiously.
“Ah!” And Umballa smiled again.
"But you, Durga Ram?”
“There is Ramabai, a senile king,
and I. Which for your purposes will
you choose?”
There was a conference. The
priests drifted away from Umballa.
He did not stir. His mien was proud
and haughty, but for all that his knees
shook and his heart thundered. He
understood that it was to be all or
nothing, no middle course, no half
methods. He waited, wetting his
cracked lips and swollen lips. When
the priests returned to him, their
heads bent before him a little. It
represented a salaam, as much as
they had ever given to the king him-
self. A glow ran over Umballa.
“Highness, we agree. There will be
terms.”
“I will agree to them without ques-
tion.”
Life and power again; real power!
These- dodderiag fools should serve
him, thinking the while that they
served themselves.
“Half the treasury must be paid
to the temple,’
“Agreed!” Half for the temple and
half for himself; and the abolishment
of the seven leopards. “With this
stipulation: Ramabai is yours, but the
white people are to be- mine.”
The priests signified assent.
And Umballa smiled in secret Rar
mabai would be dead on the morrow.
“There remains the king,” said the
chief priest
Umballa shrugged.
The chief priest stared soberly at
the lamp above his head. The king
would be, then, Umballa’s affair.
“He is ill?”
“He is moribund . . . Silence!”
warned Umballa.
The curtains became violently agi-
tated. They heard the voice of the
young priest outside raised in protest
to be answered by the shrill tones of
a woman.
“You are mad!”
“And thou art a stupid fool!”
Umballa’s hand fell away from his
dagger.
“It Is a woman," he said. “Admit
her.”
The curtains were thrust aside, and
the painted dancing girl who had
saved Umballa from death or capture
In the fire of his own contriving rushed
in. Her black hair was studded with
turquoise, a necklace of amber
gleamed like gold around her neck,
and on her arms and ankles a pleni-
tude of silver bracelets and anklets.
With her back to the curtains, the
young priest staring curiously over
her shoulders, she presented a pic-
turesque tableau.
“Well?” said Umballa, who under-
stood that she was here from no idle
whim.
“Highness, you must hide with me
this night.”
“Indeed?”
“Or die,” coolly.
Umballa sprang forward and seized
her roughly.
"What has happened?”
"I was in the zenana, highness, vis-
iting my sister, whom you had trans-
ferred from the palace. All at once
we heard shouting and trampling of
feet, an a moment later your house
was overrun with men. They had
found the king in the hut and had
taken him to the palace. That they
did not find you is because you came
here.”
“Tell me all.”
“It seems that the majordomo gave
the poison to Ramabai, but the white
goddess . . .”
“The white goddess!” cried Um-
balla, as if stung by a cobra’s fang.
“Ay, highness. She did not die on
that roof. Nothing can harm her. It
Is written.”
“And I was never told!”
She lived, lived, and all the terrors
he had evoked for her were as naught!
Umballa was not above superstition
himself for all his European training.
Surely this girl of the white people
was imbued with something more than
mortal. She lived!
“Go on!” he said, his voice subdued
as was his soul.
"The white goddess by mistake took
Ramabai’s goblet and was about to
drink when the majordomo seized the
goblet and drained the poison himself.
He confessed everything, where- the
king was, where you were. They are
again hunting through the city for you.
For the present you must hide with
me.”
“Tha white woman must die,” said
Umballa, in a voice like one being
strangled.
To this the priests agreed without
hesitation. This white woman whom
the people were calling a goddess was
a deadly menace to that scepter of
theirs, superstition.
“What has gone is a pact?”
“A pact, Durga Ram,” said the chief
priest. With Ramabai spreading Chris-
tianity, the abhorred creed which gave
people liberty of person and thought,
the future of his own religion stood in
imminent danger. “A pact," he re-
flected. “To you, Durga Ram, the
throne; to us half the treasury and
all the ancient rites of our creed re-
stored.”
“I have said it.”
Umballa followed the dancing girl
into the square before the temple. He
turned and smiled ironically. The
bald fools!
“Lead on, thou flower of the jas-
mine!” lightly.
And the two of them disappeared
into the night.
But the priests smiled, too, for
Durga Ram should always be more in
their power than they in his.
There was tremendous excitement
in the city the next morning. It
seemed that the city would never be
permitted to resume itr old careless
indolence. Swift as the wind the news
flew that the old king was alive, that
he had been held prisoner all these
months by Durga Ram and the now
deposed Council of Three. No more
the old rut of dullness. Never had
they known such fetes. Since the ar-
rival of the white goddess not a day
had passed without some thrilling ex-
citement, which had cost them noth-
ing but shouts.
So they deserted the bazaars and
markets that morning to witness the
most surprising spectacle of all; the
king who was dead was not dead, but
alive!
So, in the throne room, later, he
gave the power to Ramabai to act In
his stead till he had fully recovered
from his terrible hardships. More
than this, he declared that Pundita,
the wife of Ramabai, should ultimate-
ly rule! for of a truth the principality
was lawfully hers. He would make his
will at once, but in order that this
Where Was the Document He
Given His Friend Hare?
Had
should be legal he would have to de-
stroy the previous will he had given
to Colonel Hare, his friend.
“Forgive me, my friend,” he said.
“I acted unwisely in your case. But I
was angry with my people for their
cowardice.”
“Your majesty,” replied the colonel,
“the fault lay primarily with me. I
should not have accepted it or re-
turned. I will tell you the truth. It
was the filigree basket of gold and
precious stones that brought me
back.”
“So? And all for nothing, since the
hiding place I gave you is not the
true one. But of that, r ^re anon. I
want this wretch DcLga Ram spread
out on an ant hill ...”
And then, without apparent reason,
he began to call for Lakshmi, the
beautiful Lakshmi, the wife of his
youth. He ordered preparations for an
elephant fight; rambled, talked as
though he were but twenty; his eyes
dim, his lips loose and pendulent. And
iu this condition he might live ten or
twenty years. Ramabai was sore at
heart. T-
They had to wait two days till
his mind cleared again. His first
question upon his return to his
mental balance was directed to
Kathlyn. Where was the document
he had given to his friend Hare?
Kathlyn explained that Umballa had
taken it from her.
“But, your majesty,” exclaimed the
colonel rather impatiently, “what dif-
ference does it make? Your return
has nullified that document.”
“Not in case of my death. And in
Allaha the elder document is always
the legal document, unless it is legally
destroyed. It is not well to antago-
nize the priests, who hold us firmly to
this law. I might make a will in fa-
vor of Pundita, but it would not legal-
ly hold in justice if all previous wills
were not legally destroyed. You must
find this document.”
"Did you ever hear of a law to equal
that?” asked Bruce of the colonel.
“No, my boy, I never did. It would
mean a good deal of red tape for a
man who changed his mind frequently.
He could not fool his relations; they
would know. The laws of the dark
peoples have always amazed me, be-
cause if you dig deep enough- into
them you are likely to find common
sense at the bottom. We must search
Umballa’s house oroughly. I wish
to see Ramabai and Pundita in the
shadow of their rights. Can’t destroy
a document off-hand and make a new
one without legally destroying the
first. Well, let us be getting back to
the bungalow. We’ll talk it ovpr
there.”
At the bungalow everything was
systematically being prepared for the
homeward journey. The laughter and
chatter of the two girls was music to
their father’s ears. And sometimes he
intercepted secret glances between
Bruce and Kathlyn. Youth, youth;
youth and love! Well, so it was. lie
himself had been a youth,' had loved
and been loved. But he grew very
lonely at the thought of Kathlyn
eventually going into another home;
and some young chap would soon come
and claifn Winnie? and he would have
no one but Ahmed. If only he had had
a boy, to bring bis bride to his father’s
roof!
Pictures were taken down from the
walls, the various wild animal heads,
and were packed away in strong boxes.
And Ahmed went thither and yon, a
hundred cares upon his shoulders. He
was busy because then he had no time
to mourn Lai Singh.
Bruce’s camp was, of course, in ut-
ter ruin. Not even the cooking uten-
sils remained; and of his men there
was left but All, whose leg still caused
him to limp a little. So Bruce was
commanded by no less person than
Kathlyn to be her father’s guest till
they departed for America. Daily
Winnie rode Rajah. He was such a
funny old pachyderm, a kind of clown
to the window. The king was too as-
tonished to move, to appreciate his
danger. From yon harmless palan-
quin this striped fury!
The tiger in his leap struck the
lacquered desk, broke it and scattered
the papers about the floor.
Ramabai and his officers were just
entering the corridor which led to the
chamber when the tragedy occurred.
They heard the noise, the king’s cries.
When they reached the door silence
greeted them.
The room was wrecked. There was
evidence of a short but terrific strug-
gle. The king lay dead upon the floor,
the side of his head crushed in. His
turban and garments were in tatters.
But he had died like a king; for in the
Death of the Real King of Allaha.
corner by the window lay the striped
one, a jeweled dagger in his throat.
Ramabai was first to discover the
deserted palanquin, and proceeded to
investigate. It did not take him more
than a minute to understand what had
happened. It was not an accident; it
•was cold-blooded murder, and back of
it stood the infernal ingenuity of one
man.
Thus fate took Allaha by the hair
again and shook her out of the pas-
toral quiet. What would happen now?
This!
On the morning after the tragic
death of the old king, those who went
early to worship, to propitiate the gods
'to. deal kindly with them during the
day, wer€ astounded to find the doors
and gates of all the temples closed!
Nor was any priest visible in his usual
haunts. The people were stunned. For
there could be but one interpretation
to this act on the part of the gurus:
the gods had denied the people. Why?
Wherefore? Twenty-four hours passed
without their learning the cause; the
priests desired to fill them with ter-
ror before they struck.
among his brethren, but as genjlaj^.,L Then came the distribution of pam-
■“ *«-«***- a ... |ag|fets -^herein 0 was decreed that
the populace, the soldiery, all Allaha,
in fact, must bow to the will of the
gods or go hereforth accursed. The
kitten. Running away had not $al<i.
He was like the country boy who', had
gone to the big city; he never more
could be satisfied with the farm.
The baboon hung about the colonel’s
heels as a dog might have done; while
Kathlyn had found a tiger cub for a
plaything. So for awhile peace reigned
at the camp.
They found the much-sought docu-
ment in the secret chamber in Um-
balla’s house (just as he intended they
should); and the king had it legally
destroyed and wrote a new will, where-
in Pundita should have back that
which the king’s ancestors had taken
from hers—a throne.
After that there was nothing for
Colonel Hare to do but proceed to ship
his animals to the railroad, thence to
the ports where he could dispose of
them. Never should he enter this part
of India again. Life was too short.
High and low they hunted Umballa,
but without seccess. He was hidden
well. They were, however, assured
that he lingered in the city and was
sinisterly alive.
Day after day the. king grew stronger
mentally and physically. Many of the
reforms suggested by Ramabai were
put into force. Quiet at length really
settled down upon the city. They be-
gan to believe that Umballa had fled
the city, and vigilance corresponding-
ly relaxed.
The king had a private chamber,
the window of which overlooked the
garden of brides. There, with his sher-
bets and water pipe he resumed his
old habit of inditing verse in pure
Persian, for he was a scholar. He
never entered the zenana or harem;
but occasionally he sent for some of
the women to play and dance before
him. And the woman who loved Um-
balla was among these. One day she
asked to take a journey into the ba-
zaars to visit her sister. Ordinarily
such a request would have been* de-
nied. But the king no longer cared
what the women did, and the chief
eunuch slept afternoons and nights,
being only partly alive in the morn-
ings.
An hour later a pa^jinquiil was low-
ered directly beneath the king’s win-
dow. To his eye it looked exactly like
the one which had departed. He went
on writing, absorbed. Had he looked
closely, had he been the least suspi-
cious . . . !
This palanquin was the gift of
Durga Ram, so-called Umballa. It had
been built especially for this long-
waited-for occasion. It was nothing
more nor less than a sunning cage in
which a tiger was huddled, in a vile
temper. The palanquin bearers, friends
of the dancing girl, had overpowered
the royal bearers and donned their
costumes. At this moment one of the
bearers (Umballa himself, trusting no
one!) crawled stealthily under the
palanquin and touched the spring
which liberated the tiger and opened
the blind. The furious beast sprang
v
gods demanded the reinstatement as
regent Durga Ram; the deposing of
Ramabai, the infidel; the fealty of
the troops to Durga Ram; 24 hours
were given the people to make their
choice.
Before the doors of all the temples
the people gathered, wailing and pour-
ing dust upon their heads, from Brah-
min to pariah, from high caste ma-
trons to light dancing girls. And when
the troops, company by company, be-
gan to kneel at the outer rim of these
gatherings, Ramabai dispatched a note
to Colonel Hare, warning him to fly at
once. But the messenger tore up the
note and flew to his favorite temple.
Superstition thus won what honor,
truth and generosity could not hold.
Allaha surrendered; and Umballa
came forth.
All this happened so quickly that not
even a rumor of it reached the colo-
nel’s bungalow till it was too late.
They were to have left on the mor-
row. The king dead, only a few minor
technicalities stood in the way of Ra-
mabai and Pundita.
Bruce and Kathlyn were fencing
one with the other, after the manner
of lovers, when Winnie, her eyes wide
with fright, burst in upon them with
the news that Umballa, at the head of
many soldiers, was approaching. The
lovers rushed to the front of the bun-
galow in time to witness the colonel
trying to prevent the intrusion of a
priest.
“Patience, sahib!” warned the
priest.
The colonel, upon seeing Umbaila,
made an attempt to draw his revolver,
but the soldiers prevented him from
carrying into execution his wild im-
pulse.
The priest explained what had hap-
pened. The Colonel Sahib, his friend
Bruce Sahib and his youngest daugh-
ter would be permitted to depart in
peace; but Kathlyn Memsahib must
wed Durga Ram.
When the dazed colonel produced
the document which had been legally
canceled, Umballa laughed and de-
clared that he himself had forged that
particular document, that the true,
which he held, was not legally de-
stroyed.
Burning with the thought of re-
venge, of reprisal, how could Durga
Ram know that he thus dug his own
pit? Had he let them go he would
have eventually been crowned, as sure-
ly as now his path led straight to the
treadmill.
Ahmed alone escaped, because Um-
balla had in his triumph forgotten
him! ;v
born at the same time, of the sam©
mother: blew hot, blew cold, balmily
or tempestuously, from all points at
once. Perhaps.
In the zenana of the royal palace
there was a woman, tall, lithe, with
a skin of ivory and roses and eyes as
brown as the husk of a water chestnut.
On her bare ankles were gem-in-
crusted anklets, on her arms bracelets
of hammered goid, round her neck a
rope of pearls and emeralds and ru-
bies and sapphires. And still she was
not happy.
From time to time her fingers
strained at the roots of her glossy
black hair and the whites of her great
eyes glistened. She bit her lips to
keep back the sobs crowding in her
throat. She pressed her hands to-
gether so tightly that the little knuck-
les cracked.
“Ai, ai!” she wailed softly.
She paced the confines of her cham-
ber with slow step, with fast step; or
leaned against the wall, her face hid-
den in her arms; or pressed her hot
cheeks against the cool marble of the
lattice.
Human nature is made up of con-
traries. Why, when we have had the
courage coolly to plan murder, or to
aid or suggest it, why must we be
troubled with remorse? More than
this, why must we battle against silly
impulse to tell the first we meet what
we have done? Remorse: what is it?
Now, this woman of the zenana be-
lieved not in the God of your fathers
and mine. She wras a pagan; her
heaven and hell were ruled by a thou-
sand gods, and her temples were filled
with their images. Yet this thing re-
morse, was stabbing her with its hot
needles, till no torture devised by man
could equal it.
She was the poor, foolish woman
who loved Durga Ram; loved him as
these wild Asiatic women love, from
murder to the poisoned cup. Loved
him, and knew that he loved her not,
but Used her for his own selfish ends.
Tl?ere you have it. Had he loved her,
remorse never would have lifted its
head or raised its voice. And again,
had not Umballa sought the- white
woman, this butterfly of the harem
might have died of old age without un-
burdening her soul. Remorse, is the
result of a crime committed uselessly.
Humanity is unchangeable, for all its
variety of skins.
And here was this woman, wanting
to tell some one!
Umballa had done a peculiar thing:
he had not laid hand upon either Ra-
mabai or Pundita. When asked the
reason for this generosity toward a
man who but recently put a price on
his head, Umballa smiled and ex-
plained that Ramabai was not only
broken politically, but was a religious
outcast It was happiness for such a
person to die, so he preferred that Ra-
mabai should live.
Secretly, however, Ramabai’s revo-
lutionary friends were still back of
him, though they pretended to bow to
the yoke of the priests.
So upon this day matters stood
thus: the colonel, Kathlyn, Bruce and
Winnie were prisoners again; Ahmed
was in hiding; and Ramabai and his
wife mocked by those who once had
cheered them. The ingratitude of
kings is as nothing—when compared
to the ingratitude of a people.
A most ridiculous country: to crown
Kathlyn again (for the third time!)
and then to lock her up! Next to
superstition as a barrier to progress
there stands custom. Everything one
did must be done as some one else
had done it; the initiative was still
chained up in the temples, it belonged
to the bald priests only.
But Umballa had made two mis-
takes: he should have permitted the
■white people to leave the country and
given a silken cord to the chief eunuch
to apply as directed. There are no
written laws among the dark peoples
that forbids the disposal of that chat-
tel known as a woman of the harem,
or zenana. There are certain cus-
toms that even the all powerful Brit-
ish raj must ignore.
The catafalque of the dead king
rested upon the royal platform. Two
troopers stood below; otherwise the
platform was deserted. When Rama-
bai and Pundita -arrived and mounted
the platform to pay their last respects
to a kindly man, the soldiers saluted
gravely, even sorrowfully. Ramabai,
for his courage, his honesty and jus-
tice, was their man; but they no
longer dared serve him, since It would
be at the expense of their own lives.
“My lord!” whispered Pundita,
pressing Ramabai’s hand. “Courage!”
For Pundita understood the man at
her side. Had he been honorless, she
would this day be wearing a crown.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Far From Barracks.
A minister one day got into conver-
sation with an Irish soldier who hap-
pened to be stationed in Liverpool,
and of whom he asked peveral ques-
tions as to what regiment he was in,
and so forth. Ultimately Pat thought
it was his time to ask a few questions.
“Now,” said he, “I’d like to know
what you are?” “I’m a soldier, too,”
said the minister. “And what regi-
ment are you in, and where is it sta-
tioned?” The minister, pointing to-
ward the sky, said: “My regiment is
in Heaven.” “Oh, man,” replied Pat,
“shure ye’re a long way from the ban
racks.”
CHAPTER XXIII.
A Woman Scorned.
There is an old saying in Rajput
that woman and the four wind3 were
Bad Teeth as Marriage Barrier.
“Many of the illnesses from which
children suffer can be traced to the
bad teeth of the mother,” said Dr.
L. A. Hawkes, late assistant school
medical officer to the London county
council at a meeting of the council
rf the Charity Organization society.
“If I had my way,” he added, “I
would not allow a man or woman
with a decayed tooth in his or her
head to get married.”
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Wrong Spoons.
Store Proprietor—What has become
of that clerk we hired last week?
Department Manager—I had to fire
him.
“Incompetent?” • f
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“I don’t understand.”
“Miss Giddigad telephoned for a,
spoonholder and he asked her if a
hammock would do?”—Youngstown
Telegram.
A woman usually means what she
says when she says it, but »she just
can’t help changing her mind.
After Winter’s
Wear and Tear
one
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Habermacher, J. C. & Lane, Ella E. Shiner Gazette (Shiner, Tex.), Vol. 22, No. 32, Ed. 1 Thursday, April 22, 1915, newspaper, April 22, 1915; Shiner, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1137168/m1/3/: accessed June 20, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Shiner Public Library.