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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, December 16, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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His infatuation was the talk of
Singapore. They rode together, they
danced fbr John earner had come
out of his shell, and it was pathetic
to see the man trying to regain his
.lost youth at Doris' 'feet And at last
came the looked-for evening when
he asked Doris tcf be his wife.
It was at the governor's balL
Doris listened, while her heart was
alternately elated at her conquest
and bowed down under the senBe of
guilt, when he had finished she
raised her head, looked into his eyes
and laughed.
- "But I don't love you, Mr. Carner,"
she answered, and it was less the re
fusal than the jeering tone that
stung John Carner to the quick.
The look that he turned on her
then was not patronizing, but it
made Doris feel more humiliated
than she ever felt in her life before.
It stung her as her words had stung
thim. ( Without a single word he
turned and left her.
Doris neyer forgot Singapore had
become unbearable to her. She felt
outraged, she felt as if she wanted
to sink under the kindly earth and be
hidden there forever.
"Daddy, take me home," she plead
ed a few days later. "I am tired of
Henry Banks looked at his erratic
daughter whimsically. "Why, my
dear, I thought you were devoted to
the place," he said. "Still, my work
is almost finished and the hot season
will be here in a week or two. Sup
pose we sail in ten days' time?"
"I don't want to wait ten days,"
sobbed 'Doris, and ran out of the
room,,' leaving her father looking
after her with that expression a man
wears when he discovers that he has
produced something totally unex
pected. They had booked theh passage on
the vessel, but they were not, des
tined to sail on it For on the second
night before it was scheduled to
leave 'the native insurrection broke
The full account of this has never
yet 1)een written. It was a time of
confusion, of alarms and wild fears.
Doris was awakened soon after mid
night by her. father, who came into
her room fully dressed. She sat up
in bed, to hear the distant shouts -of
the mutineers at the further end of
the tdwn. There was a lurid glace in
the sky.
"I have just had a telephone mes
sage to drive to the residency," lie
said. "There is a riot in progress
somewhere. Hurry up and dress.
Our rickshaw is waiting for us. There
won't be time to pack much."
He did not tell her of the murders,
the outrages, the fury of the fanat
ical soldiery, as had beeri recounted
to him. And Doris was only mildly
excited when, ten minutes later, with
the yells of the mob ringing in her
ears more loudly, she stepped into
the rickshaw with her father.
All their native servants had de
serted them except the faithful rick
shaw boy. They set off through
the empty streets toward the resi
dency. They were the last of the
white inhabitants to have been
aroused, for their vlla was a consid
erable distance from the city limits.
All went well until they were ac
tually in sight of the residency, al
though the cries were now becoming
alarming and whole blocks of build
ings were "blazing "furiously. Then,
as they neared their destination, with
savage cries, a party of mutineers
burst around the block. They car
ried swords and torches and seemed
bent on massacreing everything in
their path.
They spied the rickshaw and
rushed forward, screiaming. Doris
had a cpnfused memory afterward of
seeing their rickshaw boy fall,
stabbed through the throat She
looked up in horror into the black
faces with the wickedly gleaming
eyes. She saw the naked swords.
Then suddenly a horseman burst
through their midst, waving a drip-
pinffword. Doris, half faitlnc. ?"X

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