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LEXINGTON. OKLA.. LEADER
The Adventures of
Kathlyn
Br
HAROLD MAC GRATH
Illustrated by Pictures from the Movlnl Picture
Production of the Sellg Polyscope Co.
8YNOPSI3.
Kathlyn Ilarg, believing her father. Col.
Hare, In peril, baa summoned her, leaves
her home In California to no to him In
Allaha, India. Umballa, pretender to the
throne, has Imprisoned the colonel, muned
by the late king aa his heir.
CHAPTER II—Continued.
Sadly tfte wretch told her the tale;
the will of the king, his death, and the
subsequent death of her father In his,
Durga Ham's, arms. Yonder urn con-
tained his ashes. For the first time
In her young life Kathlyn fainted. Sho
had been living on her nerves for
weeks, and at the sight of that urn
something snapped. Daintily Urn-
balla plucked forth the packet and
waited. At length she opened her
eyeB.
"You are a queen. Miss Hare."
"You are mad!"
"Nay; It wob the madness of the
king. But mad kings often make laws
which must be obeyed. You will ac-
cuse me of perlldy when I tell you all.
The note which brought you here was
written by me and substituted for
this."
Dully Kathlyn read; "Kathlyn—If
not heard from, I'm held captive In
Allaha. The royal title given to me
by the king made me and my de-
scendants direct heirs to the throne.
Do not come to Allaha yourself. De-
stroy sealed document herewith.
"FATHER."
The Council of Three entered noise-
lessly from the adjoining room. At
the four dark, Inscrutable faces the be-
wildered girl stared, her limbs numb
with terror. Gravely the council told
her she must come with them to the
palace.
"It Is Impossible!" she murmured.
"You are all mad. I am a white wom-
an. I cunnot rule over an allen race
whose tongue I cannot speak, whose
habits I know nothing of. It Is Impos-
sible. Since my father Is dead, I must
return to my home."
"No," said Umballa.
"I refuse to stir!" 8he was all afire
of a sudden: the base trickery which
had brought here here! She was very
lovely to the picturesque savage who
stood at her elbow.
As he looked down at her, In his
troubled soul Umballa knew that It
was not the throne so much as It was
this beautiful bird of Paradise which
he wished to cage.
"Bo brave," he said, "like your fa-
ther. I do not wish to use force, but
you must go. It Is useless to strug-
gle. Come."
She hung back for a moment; then
realizing her utter helplessness, she
signified that she was ready to go. She
needed time to collect her stunned and
disordered thoughts.
Before going to the palace they con-
ducted her to the royal crypt. The
urn containing her father's ashes was
deposited In a niche. Many other
niches contained urns, and Umballa
explained to her that these held the
ashes of many rulers. Tears welled
Into Kathlyn's eyes, but they were of
a hysterical character.
"A good sign," mused Umballa, who
thought he knew something of women,
like all men beset with vanity. Oddly
enough, he had forgotten all about the
Incident of the lion In the freight ca
boose. All women are felines to a cer-
tain extent This golden-haired woman
had claws, and the day was coming
when he would feel them drag over hla
heart.
From the crypt they proceeded to
the palace zenana (harem), which sur-
rounded a court of exceeding beauty.
Three ladles of the harem were sitting
In the portico, attended by slaves. All
were curiously Interested at the sight
ef a woman with white skin, tinted
like the lotus. Umballa came to a
halt before a latticed door.
"Here your majesty must remain
till the day of your coronation."
"How did my father die?"
"He was assassinated on the palace
steps by a Mahomedan fanatic. As I
told you, he died In my arms."
"His note signified that he feared
imprisonment. How came he on the
palace steps?"
"He was not a prisoner. He came
and went as be pleased In the city."
He bowed and left her.
Alone In her chamber, the dullness
of her mind diminished and finally
cleared away like a fog In a wind. Her
dear, kind, blue-eyed father was dead,
and she was virtually a prisoner, and
Winnie was all alone. A queen! They
were mad, or she was In the midst of
•orae hideous nightmare. Mad, mad,
road! She began to laugh, and It was
not a pleasant sound. A queen, she,
Kathlyn Hare! Her father was dead,
she was a queen, and Winnie was all
alone. A gale of laughter brought to
the marble lattice many wondering
eyes. The white cockatoo shrilled his
displeasure. Those outside the lattice
•iaw this marvelous white-skinned
woman, with hair like the gold threads
In Chinese brocades, suddenly throw
herself upon a pile of cushions, and
they saw her shoulders rock and
heave, but heard no sound of walling.
After a while she fell asleep, a kind
of dreamless stupor. When she awoke
It was twilight In the court The
doves were cooing and flattering In the
cornices and the cockatoo was preen-
iag his lemon-colored topknot At first
(Copyright by Harold MacU uUU
Kathlyn had not the least Idea where
she was, but the light beyond the lat-
tice, the flitting shadows, and the tin-
kle of a stringed Instrument assured
her that she was awake, terribly
awake.
She sat perfectly still, slowly gather-
ing her strength, mental and physical.
She was not her father's daughter for
nothing. She was to fight In some
strang-j warfare. Instinctively she felt
this; but from what direction, In
what shape, only God knew. Yet she
must prepare for It; that was the vital
thing; she must marshal her forces,
feminine and only defensive, and
watch.
Rao! Her hands clutched the pil-
lows. In five days' time he would be
off to seek John Bruce; and there
would be white men there, and they
would come to her though a thousand
legions of these brown men stood be-
tween. She must play for time; she
must pretend docility and humility,
meet guile with guile. She could get
no word to her faithful khltmatgar;
none here, even If open to bribery,
could be made to understand. Only
Umballa and the council spoke Eng-
lish or understood It. She had ten
days' grace; within that time she
hoped to find some loophole.
Slave girls entered noiselessly. The
banging lamps were lit. A tabaret
was set before her. There were quail
and roast kid, fruits and fragrant tea.
She was not hungry, but she ate.
Within a dozen yards of her sat her
father, stolidly munching his chupat-
tls, because he knew that now he must
live.
One of the chief characteristics of
the East Indian Is extravagance. To
outvie each other In celebrations of
births, weddings, deaths and corona-
tions they beggar themselves. In this
the oriental and the occidental have
one thing In common. This principal-
ity was small, but there was a deal of
wealth In It because of Its emerald
mines and turquoise pits. The durbar
brought out princes and princelings
from East, South and West, and even
three or four wild-eyed amirs from the
North. The British government at
Calcutta heard vaguely about this fete,
but gave it scant attention for the sim-
ple fact that It had not been Invited
to attend. Still It watched the per-
formance covertly. Usually durbars
took months of preparation; this one
had been called Into existence within
ten days.
Elephants and camels and bullocks;
palanquins, gharris, tongas; cloth of
gold and cloth of Jewels; color, confu-
sion, maddening noises, and more col-
or. There was very little semblance
of order; a rajah preceded a prince-
ling, and so on down. The walling of
reeds and the muttering of kettle
drums; music, languorous, haunting,
elusive, low minor chords seemingly
f.truck at random. Intermingling a
droning chant; a thousand streams of
Incense, crossing and recrosslng; and
could not posBlbly be real. Her feet
did not seem to touch the carpets; she
did not seem to breathe; she floated.
It was only when the crown was placed
upon her head that she realized the
reality and the finality of the pro-
ceedings.
"Be wise," whispered Umballa, cold-
ly. "If you take off that crown now,
neither your gods nor mine could save
you from that mob down yonder. Be
advised. Rise!"
She cbeyed. She wanted to cry out
to that sea of bronze faces; "People. I
do not want to be your queen. Let
me go!" They would not understand.
Where was Rao? Where was Bruce?
What of the hope that now flickered
and died In her heart, like a guttering
candle light? There was a small dag-
ger hidden in the folds of her white
robe; she could always use that. She
heard Umballa speaking In the native
tongue. A great shouting followed.
The populace surged
"What have you Bald to them?" she
demanded.
"That her majesty had chosen Durga
Ram to be her consort and to him now
forthwith she will be wed." He
laamed.
So the mask was off! "Marry you?
O, no! Mate with you, a black?"
"Black?" he cHed, as if a whiplash
had struck him across the face.
"Yes, black of skin and black of
heart. I have submitted to the farce
of this durbar, but that Is as far as
my patience will go. God will guard
me."
"God?" mockingly.
"Yes, my God and the God of my far
thers!" •
To the mutable faces below she
looked the queen at that Instant. They
saw the attitude, but could not inter-
pret It.
"So be it. There are other things
besides marriage."
"Yes," she replied proudly; "there
Is death."
CHAPTER III.
The Al Fresco Throne of Allaha.
fireworks at night fireworks which
had come all the way across China by
caravan—these things Kathlyn saw
and heard from her lattice.
The populace viewed all these mani-
festations quietly. They were perfect-
ly willing to wait If this white queen
provad kind they would go about their
affairs, leaving her In peace; but they
were determined that she should be no
puppet in the hands of Umballa, whom
they hated for his cruelty and money
leeching ways. O, everything was ripe
In the state for murder and loot—and
the reaching, holding hand of the Brit-
ish Raj.
As Kathlyn advanced to the can-
opied dais upon which she was to be
crowned, a hand filled with flowers
reached out She turned to see Ah-
med.
"Bruce Sahib," she whispered.
Ahmed salaamed deeply as she
passed on. The Impression that she
was dveamlng again seised her. This
The Two Ordeals.
Umballa was not a coward; he was
only ruthless and predatory after the
manner of his kind. A thrill of admi-
ration tingled his spine. The women
of his race were chattels, lazy and In-
ert, without fire, merely drudges or
playthings. Here was one worth con-
quering, a white flame to be controlled.
To bend her without breaking her,
that must be his method of procedure.
The Bkin under her chin was as white
as the heart of a mangosteen, and the
longing to sweep her into his arms was
almost irresistible.
A high priest spoke to Kathlyn.
"What does he say?"'she asked.
"That you must marry me."
"Tell him I refuse!"
Umballa shrugged and repeated her
words. Here the Council of Three in-
terposed, warning Kathlyn that she
muBt submit to the law as It read.
There was no appeal from It.
"Then I shall appeal to the British
raj."
"How?" asked Umballa, urbanely.
Swiftly she stepped to the front of
the platform and extended her arms.
It was an appeal. She pointed to Um-
balla and shook her head. Her arms
went out again. A low murmur rippled
over the pressing crowd; it grew in
volume; and a frown of doubt flitted
over Umballa's brow. The soldiers
were swaying restlessly. Kathlyn saw
this sign and was quick to seize upon
its possibilities. She renewed her ges-
ture toward them. It seemed that
she must burst forth In their mad-
dening tongue: "I appeal to the
chivalry of Allaha! . . . Soldiers,
you now wear my uniform! IJberate
me!" But her tongue was mute; yet
her eyes, her face, her arms spoke
eloquently enough to the turbulent sol-
diers. Besides, they welcomed the op-
portunity to show the populace how
strong they were and how little they
feared Umballa. At a nod from their
leader they came romping up the steps
to the dais and surrounded Kathlyn.
A roar caiue from the populace; an
elephant trumpeted; the pariah dogs
barked.
Umballa stepped back, his hand on
his Jeweled sword. He was quite un-
prepared for any such flagrant mutiny
—mutiny from his angle of vision,
though In law the troopers had only
responded to the desire of their queen.
He turned questlonlngly to the Council
and the priests. He himself could
move no further. His confreres appre-
ciated the danger In which their power
stood. They announced that it was
decreed to give the queen a respite of
seven days In which to yield. It
would at least hold the bold troopers
on the leash till they could be brought
to see the affair In Its true light by the
way of largess In rupees. Umballa
consented because he was at the bot-
tom of the sack. A priest read from a
scroll the law, explaining that no
woman might rule unmarried. Because
the young queen was not conversant
with the laws of the state she would
be given seven days. Thus the dur-
bar ended.
With a diplomacy which would have
graced a better man Umballa directed
the troopers to escort Kathlyn to her
chamber In the zenana. He had in
mind seven days. Many things could
be accomplished in that spare of time.
"For the present," he said, smiling
at Kathlyn, "the God of your fathers
has proven strongest. But tomorrow!
. . . Ah, tomorrow! There will be
seven days. Salr.am, heaven born!"
She returned his Ironical gaze calm-
ly over the shoulder of a trooper.
"Walt," she said. "I wish you to
understand the enormity of your
crime."
"Crime?" with elevated eyebrows.
"Yes. You have abducted me."
"No. You came of your own free
will."
"The white men of my race will not
pause to argue over any such subtlety.
Marry you? I do not like your color."
A dull red settled under Umballa's
skin.
"I merely wish to warn you," she
went on, "that my blood will be upon
your head. And woe to you If It is
There are white men who will not
await the coming of the British raj
"Ah, yes; some brave, hardy Ameri
can; Bruce Sahib, for Instance. Alas
be Is In the straits settlements! Seven
days."
"I am not afraid to die."
"But there are many kinds of death.'
and with this sinister reflection he
stepped aside.
The multitude, seeing Kathlyn com
lng down from the dais, still surround
ed by her cordon of troopers, began
reluctantly to disperse. "Bread and
the circus!"—the mobs will cry
down the ages; they will always pause
to witness bloodshed, from a safe dis-
tance, you may be sure. There was a
deal of rioting in the bazaars that
night, and many a measure of bhang
and toddy kept the fires burning. Ori-
ental politics Is like the winds of the
equinox: It blows from all directions.
The natives were taxed upon every
conceivable subject not dissimilar to
the old days In Urdu, where a man
paid so much for the privilege of
squeezing the man under him. Mutiny
was afoot, rebellion, but It had not yet
found a head. The natives wanted
change, something to gossip about dur-
ing the hot, lazy afternoons, over their
hookahs and coffee. To them reform
meant change only, not the alleviation
of some of their heavy burdens. The
talk of freeing slaves was but talk;
slaves were lucrative Investments: a
man would be a fool to free them. An
old man, with a skin white like this
new queen's and hair like spun wool,
dressed In a long black cloak and
broad-brimmed ha , had started the
agitation of liberating the slaves. More
than that, he carried no Idol of his
God, never bathed in the ghats, or
took flowers to the temples, and seemed
always silently communing with the
simple Iron cross suspended from his
neck. But he had died during the last
visitation of the plague.
They had wearied of their tolerant
king, who had died mysteriously: they
were now wearied of the council and
Umballa; In other words, they knew
not what they wanted, being People.
Who was this fair-skinned woman
who stood so straight before Umbal-
la's eye? Whence had she come^ To
be ruled by a woman who appeared to
be tongue tied! Well, there were worse
things than a woman who could not
talk. Thus they gabbled In the ba-
zaars, round braziers and dung fires.
And some talked of the murder The
proud Ramabai had been haled to
prison; his banker's gold had not
saved him. O, this street rat Umballa
generally got what he wanted. Ra-
mabal's wife was one of the beauties
of Hind.
Through the narrow, evil smelling
streets of the bazaars a man hurried
that night, glancing behind frequently
to see If by any mischance some one
followed. He stopped at the house of
Lai Singh, the shoemaker, whom he
found drowsing over his water pipe.
"Is It well?" said the newcomer, in-
toning.
"It is well," answered Lai Singh,
dropping the mouthpiece of his pipe.
He had spoken mechanically. When
he saw who his visitor was his eyes
brightened. "Ahmed?"
"Hush!" with a gesture toward the
ceiling.
"She Is out merrymaking, like the
reBt of her kind. The old saying: if a
man waits, the woman comes to him.
I am alone. There Is news?"
"There Is a Journey. Across Hind to
Simla."
"The hour has arrived?"
"At least the excuse. Give these to
one In authority with the British raj,
whose bread we eat." Ahmed slid
across the table a very small scroll.
"The memsahlb 1b my master's daugh-
ter. She muBt be spirited away to
safety."
"Ah!" Lai Singh rubbed his fat
hands. "So the time nearB when we
shall wring the vulture's neck. Al, it
Is good! Umballa, the toad, who swells
and swells as the days go by. Shiva
has guarded him well. The king picks
him out of the gutter for a pretty bit
of Impudence, sends him afar to Um-
balla, where he learns to speak Eng-
lish, where he learns to wear shoes
that button and stiff linen bands round
the neck. He has gone on, gone on!
The higher up, the harder the falL"
"The cellar?"
"There are pistols and guns and
ammunition and strange little wires
by which I make magic fires."
"Batteries?"
"One never knows what may be
needed. You have the key?"
"Yes."
"Hare Sahib's daughter. And Hare
Sahlb?"wlth twinkling eyes.
"In some dungeon, mayhap. There
all avenues seemed closed up."
"Umballa needs money," said Lai
seven days. Think then, deeply and ' Singh, thoughtfully. "But he will not
wisely. Your khltmatgar Rao Is a
prisoner. It will be weeks ere your
presence Is known here. You are
helpless as a bird In the net. Struggle
If you will; you will only bruise your
wings. The British raj? The British
raj does not want a great border war,
and I can bring down ten thousand
wild hill men outlaws between whom
and the British raj there Is a blood
feud; ten thousand from a land where
thore Is new peao*. only truce. In
find It," In afterthought.
"Tomorrow ?"
"AJ dawn."
These two men were spiders In that
great web of secret service that the
British raj weaves up and down and
across Hind, to Persia and Afghanis-
tan, to the borders of the Bear.
Even as Lai Singh picked up his
mouthpiece again and Ahmed sallied
forth Into the bazaars Umballa had
brought to him la the armory that
company of soldier* who had shown
such open mutiny, not against the
state, but against him.
Gravely he questioned the captain.
"Pay our wages, then, heaven born,"
said the captain, with veiled Insolence.
"Pay us, for we have seen not so much
as betel money since the last big
rains."
"Money," mused Umballa, marking
down this gallant captain for death
when the time came.
"Al, money; bright rupees, or, better
still, yellow British gold. Pay ub!"
"Let us be frank with each other,"
said Umballa, sml)lng to cover the fire
In his eyes.
"That Is what we desire," replied
the captain, with a knowing look at hla
silent troopers.
"I must buy you."
The captain Balaamed.
"But after I have bought you?" Iron-
ically.
"Heaven born, our blood Ib yours to
spill where and when you will."
From under the teak table Umballa
drew forth two heavy bags of silver
A Queen In Spite of Herself.
coin. These he emptied upon the table
dramatically; white, shining metal,
sparkling as the candle flames wav-
ered. Umballa arranged the coin In
stackB, one of them triple In size.
Yours, captain," said Umballa, in-
dicating the large stack.
The captain pocketed It, and one by
one his troopers passed and helped
themselves and fell back along the
wall In military alignment, bright eyed
and watchful.
"Thanks, heaven born!"
The captain and his troopers filed
out. Umballa fingered the empty bags,
his brow wrinkled. Cut off a cobra's
head and it could only wriggle till
sunset. Umballa gave the vanishing
captain two weeks. Then be should
vanish indeed.
The next morning while the Coun-
cil and Umballa were In session rela-
tive as to what should be done wit)
Kathlyn In the event of her refusal ti
bend, two soldiers entered, bringing
with them a beautiful native young
woman, one Pundlta, wife of Ramabai,
found In murder.
Umballa wiped his betel-stained lips
and salaamed mockingly. Not so long
ago he had been attentive to this
young woman—after her marriage.
She had sent him about his business
with burning ears and a hot cheek,
made so by the contact of her strong
young hand. Revenge, great or small,
was always sweet to Umballa.
To the slave girl who attended
Pundlta he Bald: "Go summon the
queen. It is for her to decide what
shall be done with this woman."
Through the veil Pundlta's eyes
sparkled with hatred.
When Kathlyn came In it was at
once explained to her that the wom-
an's husband had been taken for mur-
der; by law his wife became the
queen's property, to dispose of as she
willed. The veil was plucked from
Pundlta's face. She was ordered to
salaam In submission to her queen.
Pundlta salaamed, but stoutly refused
to kneel. They proceeded to force her
roughly, when Kathlyn intervened.
"Tell her she Is free," said Kathlyn.
"Free?" came from the amazed
Pundlta's lips.
"You Bpeak English?" cried Kathlyn
excitedly.
"Yes, majesty."
Kathlyn could have embraced her
for the very Joy of the knowledge. A
woman who could talk English, who
could understand, who perhaps coald
help! Yes, yes; the God of her fa-
thers was good.
Umballa smiled. All this was ex-
actly what he had reason to cxpect
Seven days of authority; It would
amuse him to watch her.
"Tell me your story," urged Kath-
lyn kindly. "Be not afraid of these
men. I shall make you my lady In
waiting ... so long as I am a
queen," with a searching glance at Um-
balla's face. She learned nothing from
the half smile there.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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that coffee was daily putting me back
more than the doctors could put ma
ahead.
"Finally at the suggestion of a friend
I left off coffee and began the use of
Postum, and against my expectations I
gradually improved In health until for
the past 6 or 8 months I have been
entirely free from nervousness and
those terrible sinking, weakening
spells of heart trouble.
"My troubles all came from the use
of coffee which I had drunk from
childhood and yet they disappeared
when I quit coffee and took up the use
of Postum." Name given by Postum
Co., Battle Creek, Mich.
Many people marvel at the effects of
leaving off coffee and drinking Postum.
but there Is nothing marvelous about
It—only common sense.
Coffee is a destroyer-^Postum Is a
rebuilder. That's the reason.
Look In pkgs. for the famous uttla
book, "The Road to Wallville."
Postum comes in two forms:
Regular Postum—must be well bolle
ed. 15c and 25c packages.
Instant Postum—Is a soluble pow-
der. A teaspoonful dissolves quickly
In a cup of hot water and, with cream
and sugar, makes a delicious beverage
Instantly. 30c and 50c tins.
The cost per cup of both kinds U
about the same.
"There's a Reason" for Postum.
—sold by Grocers,
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