Lexington Leader (Lexington, Okla.), Vol. 20, No. 52, Ed. 1 Friday, September 15, 1911 Page: 3 of 10
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LOU IS JOSEPH VANQL
AUTHOR. OF "THE BRASS BOWL" L1C.
OtLQ.QjOTffiAmrag by DMT WAtLTTGffiS
COPYU/CHT BY LOU/A JO££PH YAHCC
David Amber, starting for a du<*k-shnot-
tng visit witti his friend, Quain, comes lip-
on a young lady equestrian who has been
dismounted by her horse becoming frlKht-
«ned at the sudden appearance In the road
of a burly Hindu He declares he .is
Beharl I.al Chatter]!, "The appointed
mouthpiece of the Bell," addresses Amber
as a man of high rank and pressing a
mysterious little bronze box, "The To-
ken," Into his hand, disappears In the
wood. Xhe giri calls Amber by name.
He in turn addresses her as Miss Sophie
J'arroll, daughter of Col. Farrell or the
British diplomatic service In India and
visiting the yualns. Several nights later
the Quain home la burglarized and the
bronze box stolen. Amber and Qualn go
hunting on an island and be< omo lost and
Amber is left marooned. He wanders
about, finally reaches a cabin and rec-
ognizes as Its occupant an oid friend
named Uutton. whom tie l^g' met In r-nl?
land, and who appears to be In hiding.
When Miss Farrell is mentioned Button is
strangely agitated. Chatter]! appears
and summons Button to a meeting of a
mysterious body. Button seizes a revol-
ver and dashes nfter Chatierji.
turns wildly exclteil. says he has *5 ..
the Hindu, takes poison, and when dying
asks Amber to go to India on a mysteri-
ous errand. Amber decides to leave at
once for India. On the way be sends a
letter to Mr. Labertouche, a scientific
friend In Calcutta, by a quicker route.
TTpon arriving he finds a note awaiting
him. It directs Amber to meet his friend
at a certain place. The lath r tells hm.
he knows his mission is to get Miss I' ar-
rell out of the country. Amber attempts
to dispose of the Token to a money-len-
der. Is mistaken for Button and barely
escapes being mobbed. A message from
I.afaertouehe causes him to start for I eir-
Jeellng, and on the. way he meets Miss
That same night Amber dined at
the Residency, on the invitation of
Raikes, the local representative of
government, seconded by the insist-
ence of Colonel Farrell. It developed
that Sophia's telegram had somehow
been lost in transit, and Farrell's sur-
prise and pleasure at sight of tier were
tempered only by his keen apprecia-
tion of Amber's adventitious services,
slight though they had been, lie was
urged to stay the evening out, before
proceeding to his designated quarters,
and the reluctance with which he ac-
ceded to this arrangement which
worker so happily with his desires,
may bo imagined.
Ease of anxiety was more than
food and drink to Amber; his feeling
of relief, to have convoyed Sophia to
the company and protection of Anglo-
Saxons like himself, was Intense. Yet
he swallowed his preliminary brandy-
peg in a distinctly uncomfortable
rrame of mind, strangely troubled by
tho reflection that round that lone
white table was gathered together the
known white population of the state;
a census of which accounted for Just
A in bar was relieved when at length
the meal was over, and Miss Farrell
having withdrawn in conformance with
inviolable custom, the cloth was
deftly whisked away and cigars, ciga-
rettes, liquors, whisky and soda were
Amber took unto himself a cigar
and utilized tin observation of the
Political's as a lever to swing the con-
versation to a plane more likely to
Inform him. Farrell had grumbled
about the exactions of his position as
particularly instanced by the necessi-
ty of his attending tedious and tire-
some native ceremonies in connection
with the tamasha.
"What's, precisely, the nature of
this tamasha, Colonel Farrell?"
"Why, my dear young man. I
thought you knew. Isn't it what you
came to see?"
"No," Amber admitted cautiously:
"I merely heard a rumor that there
was something uncommon afoot Is it
really anything worth while?"
"Rather," Raikes interjected drily,
"the present ruler's abdicating In fa-
vor of his eon, a child of twelve. That
puts the business in a class by itself "
"But why should a prince baud over
the reins of governmt nt to a child
of twelye? There must be some rea
son for it. Isn't it known?" asked
"Who can fathom a Hindu's mind?"
grunted Farrell. "1 daresay there's
some scandalous native intrigue at
the bottom of it. Eh, Raikes?"
The Resident shook his head
"Don't come to this shop for informa-
tion about w'hat goes on in Khanda-
war. 1 doubt if there's another Resi-
dent in India who knows as little of
the underhand devilment in his stale
as I do. Ilis majesty the Runa loves
me as a cheetah loves Ills trainer.
He's an intractable rascal."
"There have been a number of
deaths from cholera in the Palace late-
ly, the grand vizier's amongst them."
"White arsenic cholera?"
"That, aud the hemp poison kind "
"Refractory vizier?" questioned Far-
rell. "The kind that wants to re-
trench and Institute reforms—rail
ways and metalled roads and so
"No; he was quite suited to his
master But the bazar says Naralnl
took a dislike to lilm for one reason
"Naraini?" queried Amber.
"The genius of the place." Raikes
nodded toward the Raj Mahal, shining
like a pearl through the darkness on
the hillside over against the Resi
denry "She's Sallg'a head qu< en. At
least that's about as near to her
status as one can get. She's not actu-
ally his queen, but some sort of a
heritage from the Rutton dynasty—I
hardly know what or why. Salig never
married her, but she lives in the Pal-
ace, and for several years—ever ain^P
she first began to be talked abovrt—-
she'^ ruled from behind the screen
with a high hand and an outstretched
arm. So the bazar says."
They arose and left tho table to
the servants, the Resident with Am-
ber following Farrell and young Clark
"Old women we are, forever talking
scandal," said Raikes, with a chuckle
"Oh, well! It's shop with us, you
"Of course. . . . Then I under-
stand that the tamasha Is the reason
for the encampment beyond the
"Yes; they've been coming in for a
week. By tomorrow night, I daresay
every rajah, prince, thakur, baron
fief, and lord in.Rajputna, each with
his 'tall,' horse and foot, will be
camped down before the walls of Kut-
tarpur. You've chosen an Interesting
time for your visit. It'll bo a sight
worth seeing, when they begin to
make a bIiow, My troubles begin with
a state banquet tomorrow that- I'd
give much to miss; however, I'll have
Farrell for company.'
"I'm glad to be here," said Amber
thoughtfully. Could it be possible
that the proposed abdication of Salig
Singh in favor of his son were merely
a eloak to a conspiracy to restore to
power the house of Rutton? Or had
the tamasha. been arranged In order
to gather together all the rulers In
Rajputana without exciting suspicion
that they might agree upon a concert
ed plan of mutiny against the Sirkar?
The state affair of surpassing import-
ance had been arranged for the last
day of grace allotted the Prince of the
house of Rutton. What had it to do
with the Gateway of Swords, the
Voice, the Mind, the Eye, the Body
"By the way, Mr. Raikes," said the
Virginian suddenly, "what do they call
the gate by which we entered the city
—the southern gate?"
"The Gateway of Swords, I believe.
Farrell, on the point of entering the
house, overheard and turned "Is
that so? Why, I thought that gate-
way was in Kathiapur."
"I've heard of a Gateway of Swords
in Kathiapur," Raikes admitted
"Never been there, myself.'
"A dead city, Mr. Amber, not far
away—originally the capital of Khan
dawar. It's over there in the hills to
the north, somewhere. Old Rao Rut
ton, founder of the old dynasty, got
tired of the place and caused it to be
depopulated, building Kutcarpur in 'its
stead—I believe, to commemorate
some victory or other. That sort of
thing used to be quite the fashion 1
India, before we came." Raikes fell
back, giving Amber precedence as
lhey entered tho Residency. "By the
way, remind me. If you think of it
Colonel Farrell, to get after the tele-
graph clerk tomorrow. There's a r.e
man in charge—a Bengali babu—and
1 presume he's about as worthless as
the run of his kind
Amber made a careful note of this
information; he was curious about
In the drawing room Raikes and
Farrell impressed Clarkson for thre
handed bridge. Sophia did not ca
to play and Amber was ignorant of
the game—a defect in his social ed
cation which he found no cause to i
gret, smce it left him in undisputed
attendance upon the girl
She had seated herself at a warpe
and discouraged piano, for which
Itaikes had already apologized; it was.
he said, a legacy from a former Resi
dent. For years its yellow keys had
rot known a woman's touch such
flint to which they now responded
with thin, cracked voices; the girl
fine, slendor fingers wrung from the
a plaintive, pathetic parody 61' melod
Amber stood over her with his arm
folded on the top of the instrument
couifortabjy unconscious that his pose
was copied from any number of senti
mental photogravures and "art photo-
graphs." His temper was sentimental
nough, for that matter; the woman
wai very sweet and beautiful in his
evi-s as she sat with her white, round
arms flashing over (he keyboard
head bowed and her face a little
averted, the long lashes low upon he
cheeks and tremulous with a fathom-
less emotion. It was his thought that
his time was momentarily b-coining
shorter, and that just now, more than
ever, she was very distant from his
arms something inaccessible, too rare
| patience, and led the way back to the
Pensive, the girl trained her long
gklrts heedlessly over the dew-
drenched grasses, Amber at her side,
himself speechless with an intangible,
Ineluctable, unreasoning sense of ex-
pectancy. Never, he told himself, had
lover's hour been more auspiciously
timed or staged; and this was his
hour, altogether his! ... If only
might find the words of wooing to
hlch his lips .were strange! He
dared not delay; tomorrow it might
too late; In the womb of the mor
row a world of chances stirred—con-
tingencies that might In a breath set
them a world apart.
They found seals in the shadow of
"Are you In the habit of Indulging
protracted silences?" she rallied
him gently. "Between friends of old
standing they're permissible, I believe,
'A day's Journey by tonga matures
quaintanceship wonderfully," he ob-
"Indeed?" She laughed.
"At least, 1 hopo so."
He felt that he must be making
progress: thus far he had been no
less Inane than any average lover of
the stage or fiction. And he wonder-
ed: was she laughing at him, softly,
there In the shadows?
"You see," she said, amused at his
relapse Into reverie, "you're incurable
and ungrateful. I'm trying my best
to be attractive and interesting, and
you won't pay me any attention what-
ever. There must be something on
your mind Is it this mysterious er-
rand that brings you so unexpectedly
to India—to Kuttarpur, Mr. Amber?"
"Yes," he answered truthfully.
"And you won't tell me?"
"I think I must," he said, bending
There sounded a stealthy rustling in
the shrubbery. The girl drew away
and rose with a startled exclamation.
With a bound, a man in native dress
sped from the shadows and paused
before them, panting.
Amber jumped up, overturning his
chair, and instinctively feeling for the
He assented meekly, having been
perfectly candid In his assertion that
he had no suspicion of what the
packet might contain, and a moment
later they stood beneath the window
of Residency, from which a broad
shaft of light streamed out like vapor
Amber held the packet to the light;
it was oblong, thin, stiff, covered wilh
common pajier, guiltless of superscrip-
tion, and sealed with mucilage. He
tore the covering, withdrew the en-
closure, and heard the girl gasp with
surprise. For himself, he was trans-
fixed with consternation. His look
wavered In dismay between the girl
and the photograph in his hand—her
photograph, which had been stolen
from hlui aboard the Poonah.
She extended her hand imperiously.
"Give that to me, please, Mr. Am-
.ber," she Insisted. He surrendered it
without a' word. "Mr. Amber!" she
cried In a voice that quivered with
wonder and resentment.
He faced her with a hangdog air,
feeling that now Indeed had his case
been made hopeless • by this contre-
temps "Confound Labertouche!" he
cried In his ungrateful heart. "Con-
found his medding mystery-monger-
Ing and hokus pokus!"
"Well?" Inquired the girl sharply.
"Yes, Miss Farrell." He could In-
vent noth' ig else to say
"You—you are going to explain, I
He shook his head In despair,
".No . .
"I've no explanation whatever to
make—that'd be adequate, I mean."
He saw that she was shaken by Im-
patience. "1 think," sflid she evenly
"I tliink you will find it best to let me
Judge of that. This Is my photograph.
How do you come to have It? What
right have you to It?"
"I '. . ah . . ." He stam-
mered and paused, acutely conscious
of the voices of the Englishmen, Far-
rell, Raikes, and young Clarkson,
drifting out through the open window
of the drawing room. "If you'll be
kind enough to return to our chairs,"
he said, "I'll try to make a satlsiac-
"Naralnl?" Queried Amber,
pistol that was with his traveling
things, upstairs in the Residency.
The native, reassured him with a
swift, obsequious gesture. "Pardon,
sahib, and yours, sahiba, if I have
alarmed you, but I am come on an er-
rand of haste, seeking him who is
known as the Sahib David Amber."
"I am he. What do you want with
"It is only this that 1 have been
commissioned to bear to you, sahib."
The man fumbled hurriedly in the
folds of his surto tt, darting quick
glances of apprehension round the
garden. Amber looked blm over as
closely as he could in the dim light,
but found him wholly a stranger—
merely a low-caste Hindu, counterpart
of a million others to be encountered
daily in the highways and bazars of
India. The Virginian's rising hope
that he might prove to be Labertouche
failed for want of encouragement;
the intruder was of a stature the
Englishman could by no means have
"From whom come you?" be de-
manded In the vernacular
"Nay, a name that is unspoken
harms none, sahib." The native pro
duced a small, thin, flat package and
I'd ra .her not be
The girl doubted, was strongly In-
clined to refuse him; then, perhaps
moved to compassion by his abject at
titude, she relented and agreed. "Very
well," she said, and retaining the pic-
ture moved swiftly before him into
the shadowed garden. He lagged after
her, inventing a hundred impractic-
able yarns. She found her chair and
sat down with a manner of hauteur
moderated by expectancy. He took
his place beside her.
"Sometime, yes Hut now, I may
not. ... A dear friend of mine
ow ned the photograph. He gave It to
me at my request. I came to India,
and on the steamer lost it; In spite
of my offi r of a reward, 1 was obliged
to leave the boat without It. when we
got to Calcutta. My friend bere
knew how highly I valued It—"
"Because I'd told him "
"I don't mean that. Why do yon
value It so highly?"
"Because of its original." He took
heart of despair and plunged boldly.
• She looked him over calmly. / Do
you mean me to understand that you
told tills friend you had followed me
to India because you were In love
"Precisely . . . Thank you."
She laughed a little, mockingly.
"Are you, Mr. Amber?"
"In.love with you? Yes." .
"And how soon will you be free to
tell me,the whole truth?"
"Only alter . . . we're married"
She laughed adorably. "Mr. Am-
ber," she protested, "you are danger-
ous you are delightful! Do you really
believe I shall ever marry you?"
"1 hope so. I came to India to osk
you—to use every means In my power
to make you marry me You see, 1
"And and when Is this to
happen, please—In the name of Im-
"As soon as I can persuade you—to-
night, if you will.''
He was obliged to laugh with her
at the absurdity of the suggestion.
"Or to morrow morning, at the very
latest," he amended seriously. "1
don't think we dare wait longer."
"Why Is that?"
"Delays are perilous. There might
be another chap."
"How can you be sure there Is'nt
He fell sober enough at this. "Put
there isn't. Is there, really?"
She delayed her reply provoklngly.
At length, "I don't see why I should
say." she observed, " but I don't mind
telling you—no. there Isn't—yet." And
as she spoke, Farrell called "Sophia?"
from the window of the drawing room.
She stood up, answering clearly with
the assurance that she was coming, j
and began deliberately to move to- i
ward the house.
Amber followed, deeply anxious. J
"I've not offended you?"
"No," she told him gravely, "but
you- have both puzzled and mystified j
me. I shall have to sleep on this bo-
fore I can make up my mind whether 1
or not to be offended."
"And . . will yon marry me?" I
"Oh, dear! How do I know?" she j
"You won't give me a hint as to the j
complexion of my chances?"
She paused, turning. "The chances, j
Mr. Amber," she said without affecta- j
tion or coquetry, "are ail In your fa- I
vor ... if you can urove your |
case. I do like you very much, nnd
you have been successful In rousing
my Interest In you to an astonishing
degree. . . But I shall have to
think It over; you must allow me at
least 12 hours' grace."
"You'll kit me know tomorrow morn-
"You've already been bidden to
breakfast by Mr Raikes."
"Meanwhile, may 1 have my photo
"Mine, If you please! 1
think not; if my decision Is favorable,
you shall have It back—after break-
"Thank you," he said meekly. And
as they were entering the Residency
be hung back. "I'm going now," he
said; "it's good night. Will you re-
member you've not refused mo the
privilege of hoping?"
"I've told you I like you., Mr Am-
ber." ' Impulsively she extended her
band. "Good night "
He bowed and put his lips to It;
and she did not resist
(To BIO f ON liNUEP.)
I Was Cured by Lydia E. Pink-
ham's Vegetable Compound
Waurika, Okla.—"I had female trou-
bles for seven years, was all rundown,
und so nervous I
coulil not do any-
thing. The doctor*
treated me for dif-
ferent tilings but
did mo no good. I
got so bad that I
could not sleep day
or night. While in
this condition 1 read
of Lydia 15. Pink-
began its use and
wrote to Mrs. Pinkliam for advice. In
a short time I had gained my averagn
weight and am now strong and well."
—Mrs. Salme Stkocns, It 1\ IX, No.
8, ISox 31, Waurika, Okla.
Another Grateful AVonian.
Huntington, Mass.—"I was in a ner-
Yous, rundown condition and lor three
years could find no help.
"I owe my present good health to
Lydia E. Pinkhain's Vegetable Com-
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lieve saved my lifo.
" My doctor knows what helped me
and does not say one word against it."
— Mrs. Mari Janette Bates, Box
134, Huntington, Mass.
Because your case is a difficult one,
doctors having done yon no good, do
not continue to suffer without giving
Lydia E. l'inkbam's Vegetable Com-
pound a trial. It surely has cured
many cases of female ills, such as in-
flammation, ulceration, displacements,
fibroid tumors, irregularities, periodio
pains, backache, that bearing-down
feeling, und nervoua prostration.
"Now, John, if I were to die you
would weep over me and tell every-
body what a good wife I was."
"No, I wouldn't, believe me."
"Well, I would for you, just for de-
cency's sake. And that shows I'm
not half as mean as you are."
When the Minister Scored.
fn a contribution to the Christian
| Register, Thomas It, Sllcer tells this:
I "Some men the other night, in con-
versation with me, knowing I was a
! minister—and it is the spirit of this
time to put it up to a minister In
terms at least of gentle satire—said:
'We have been discussing conscience,'
and one of them said, 'I have given a
definition of conscience; it is the ver-
micular appendix of the soul,' and they
laughed. And I said, 'That is a good
definition in your case; you never
know you have it until it hurts you.'
Then they did n'ot laugh."
Sure, He Did the Right Thing!
"1 hope it will be a long time before
1 have such another test applied to
my honesty," a down-town merchant
remarked as he returned from wail-
ing on a customer, relates the St
Paul Dispatch. "What was tho
trouble?" asked bis pa.tner "These
near-wool suits An old fallow cnine
"Who sent you this photograph of j in Just now and asked me the prii e
Coachman Had to Earn Bequest.
A quaint paragraph appears In the
i will of Mrs. Julie Hall of Brighton,
! -Rngiand. At the reading of the will
j (he other day it was found that she
had bequeathed £100 to her coach-
man, provided be is in her service at
her death, and "if I do not die
| through or from the effects of a car-
' riage accident when he is the driver "
And many a man makes a strenuous
effort to recognize his duty so that
he will be in a position to dodge It.
and delicate and fine for the rude | thrust it Into Amber's hands "With
possession of him who sighed for his nermission, 1 go, sahib; It were
Abruptly she brought both hands
down upon the keys, educing a Jan-
g'ed, startled crash from the tortured
Wires, and swinging round, glanced
up at Amber with quaint mirth trem-
bling b hind tho veil of moisture in
her misty eyes.
"India!" she cried, with a broken
laugh: "India epitomized: a home
sick, exiled woman trying to drag a
ong of limine from the broken heart
of a crippled piano! That is an Eng-
lishwoman's India: it's our life, ever
to strive and struggle and contrive to
piece together out of makeshift odda
and ends the atmosphere i>f Home!
. . . It's suffocating in here. Come."
She rose with a quick Bhrug of im-
permission, 1 go, sahib
wise to linger—"
"There Is no answer?"
"None, sahib." The man salaamed
and strode away, seeming to melt
so'Tidiessiy into the ft).Inge.
l'or a minute Anil er remalm
astare. The girl's voice alone roused
"I think you are a very lrusrestln"
person, Mr. Amber," she said, resum-
ing her chair
"Well! . . I begin to think
tnis a most uncommonly interesting
country." He laughed uncertainly,
me?" she began to cross-examine blm.
"I'm sorry I can't tell you Just now."
"Oh! . . . Why did he send it?"
"Because . ." In his desperation
It occurred to him to tell the truth—as
much of it, at least, as his word to
Rutton would permit. "Because it's
mine. My friend knew I had lost
"How could it have been yours? It
was taken in London a year ago I
sent copies only to personal friends
who, 1 know, would not give them |
away." She thought it over and added:
"The Quains had no copy: it's quite
impossible that one should have got to j
* "None the less," he maintained J
stubbornly, "it's mine, and I got it In
"I can hardly be expected to be-
"You persist in saying that you got j
it In America?"
"After you left the Quains."
"How?" Bhe propounded trlum- I
"1 can't tell you, except vagu> ly If
Jollars,' I told him
'' he said, holding hl9
j l.and behind his ear So i yelled.
' Seven dollars!' 'Klevea dollars'
i'oo much' I'll glv3 you nine!' he re-
;i!ied." Ills partner looked at the
| speaker In alarm. Y'ou—er—ol
■ ourse. did the right tlilng?" "I gues
vou can depend on me to do. the right
tiling." was the haughty retort. Then
lie paused. "You'd better get soma
I dollar bills when you go to tho bank,"
1 hn remarked "1 Just gave un old fel-
I low our last one for change "
A LADY LECTURER
Feeds Nerves and Brains Scientifically.
A lady lecturer writes from Philadel-
phia concerning the use of right food
and how she is enabled to withstand
the strain and wear and tear of her
arduous occupation. She says:
"Through improper food, imperfect-
ly digested, my health was complete-
ly wrecked, nnd I attribute my recov-
ery entirely to the regular use of
Grape-Nuts food. It has, I assure you,
proven an inestimable boon to me.
"Almost immediately after beginning
the use of Grape-Nuts I found a grati-
fying change in my condition. The ter-
rible weakness that ' formerly pros-
trated me after a few hours of work,
nensatlon from the government Gen- | was perceptibly lessened and is now
erally speaking, they are guided by only a memory it never returns,
the code of honor that as they wera ! "Ten days after beginning on Grape-
educated at the expense of the gov 1 Nuts I experienced a wonderful In-
and enlisted In Its service It t crease in mental vigor and physical
Army and Navy Inventors.
There are numerous examples of of-
ficers of the army and navy inventing
machinery and devices which are
used by the service without any com
right to the* use of their in-
turning the package over and over you'll be cont nt with th<- sub. tan< e
"Upon my word—! I haven't the least j of the story, lacking details, for t! a
notion what this can be!" j present #
"Why not bring It to the light, and ; "For tho present? You mean you'll
find out?" >®11 nie the whole truth—V
nergy, and continued use has entire
ntlons without payment of royalty; ly freed me from the miserable In-
There have been 1 sornnia and nervousness from, which
I used to suffer so much.
"I find Grape-Nuts very palatable
and would not be without the crisp,
delicious food for even a day on any
consideration. Indeed, I always carry
It witii me on mv It. up tours."
Read tho little boi i , "The Road to
Weliville," in pkgs. ' There's a reason."
IBveY rend*the dbove letter? A
or other money
many who have not considered them
selves so bound, and have claimed
compensation for use of their lnvet.
tlons —The Bookman
Another Phase of ths Problem.
"Doubtless tho servant glri problem
is very annoying to you."
"Very," responded the housewife "I
have a really desperate time gettinj
maids my clothes won't fit."
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Lexington Leader (Lexington, Okla.), Vol. 20, No. 52, Ed. 1 Friday, September 15, 1911, newspaper, September 15, 1911; Lexington, Oklahoma. (gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc110484/m1/3/: accessed November 18, 2018), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.