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.THE RAJAH'S MILLIONS ' 3- By Augustus Sherwin. A real rajah wasvisiting Paris and had become quite tfiS sensation of the hour. We, the youngs attaches of the diplomatic corps, "learning the ropes' as one might say, were in evi dence when he was first' pressnted to. the chamber of deputies. It was like viewing a novelty. We discussed him casually as one would a new operatic The Mute Adoration of the Rajah Was Almost Touching. star or a popular danseuse, then we forgot him. Singh Ali was not a person to be straightway forgotten by the people, however. Wherever he went he creat ed a furore. He was no dense over fed human porpoise with a dozen wives back in his native country, and though unsophisticated, by no means crude or ignorant. While childlike in his ideals, he had received a fair-edu cation and in appearance was manly and dignified. His father, "the old fighting rajah of Awnpore," had become half civiliz ed and thought he saw an advantage -in making his son familiar with the world at large. The news journals exploited all this. They, published ' portraits of Singh Ali and of the prin cess of a neighboring province, Cleora was her name, the chosen bride of the young rajah, who was said to be heiress to fabulous mil lions. According to the Paris prints Singh Ali had brought a cool million, in, standard coin to the great city to efe-, pend in learning the ways of modern life. Besides this whole strings of precious jewels, which he scattered lavishly in making friends. Besides all this regal equipment, too, "there was Benghi. Benghi had from the first attract ed fully as much attention as Singh Ah. Benghi was an elephant, the pick of a herd presented to the young rajah by his prospective father-in-law loaded with gold trappings and a small fortune in ivory ornaments. "Well," one day, spoke young Hardy, a fellow secretary in the'serv ice of our embassy, "I hear some lively news concerning our royal guest. "You mean Singh Ali?" "Yes. He is playing the role of the modern Croesus at a swift pace. The man is an anomaly. He is devoted to real art, beneficent with indigent playwrights and authors and com mendably generous with the real poor and deserving. He has poured out a veritable stream of gold since his ar rival. I learn that the regal papa, however, has remitted another mil lion to his account. The man does not drink or gamble. He has, a re- . spectful admiration for all woman kind. He is unselfishly loyal and helpful in all his impulses. It will all be beaten out of him; however." "What do vou mean?" I asked interestedly.