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THE ARIZONA REPUBLICAN. SUNDAY MORNING, APRIL 20, 1014 PACE EIGHT (BY HAROLD MACGRATH) SYNOPSIS OP PRBVIOl'S CHAPTERS. . Kathlyn Hnro hrllevea her father. Col. Hare, to be I. dire peril In Allah., . W KIok of Allaha baa recently died, and beeanae the rolonrl bad once eaved hie life be name, him aa Ma successor. I mballah, pretender to the throne of Allaba. love, Kathlyn and baa forced a messase anm- monlnic her to her father, whom he baa thrown into muiuu prison. She leavea ber hone la California to so 10 j "es him. , Vpon ber arrival la Allaba abe la Informed by la. ballah that her father, belnjridead, ahe la to be queen, and muni marry blm forthwith. Her refuaal Infnrl atra him, but aa Kathlyn'a beauty and aplrlt have made a atroag- apnea! to the people be yield the ....in, . ao ln belna-. A vHoat annouucen that no w oman muy rule unmarried, . but 'beeanae the young qurrn la not conversnnt with the dawn of the atate ahe will be aiven seven daya to dedde. When Kathlyn -reltertea,V the: expiration of the week of trior, her reuaal toljnarry'rmbalUb, ahe re reives aentenoe from the anpremeVtrtbunal jthat ahe la to undergo two ordeala vrltnwrlld'vbennta. If ahe aur Tlvra she la to be permitted to rule wtthoutfhlndraace. John Bruce, an American and i fellow passenger on the boat which brought Kathlynito Allaha.! saves ber life. The elephant' which earrlea ber from i the acene of her trials becomea frightened and "ins away, aep aratlng her from Bruce and the rest of the. party. After a ride filled with peril ahe takes refuge In a ruined temple. The holy men, and villagers believing her to be an ancient prlesteaa risen from the tomb, allow her to remain na the guardian of r the sacred Are. But Kathlyn'a haven i la also the abode of a Hon. and abe Is forced to flee from It, with .-the aavage beast la pursuit. She escapes and finds a retreat In the Jungle, only to fall Into the) hands off a band of slave tradera. The photo-drama eorretponding to the installment of "The Adventure of Kathlyn" may 'now le teen at a number of the leading moving picture theater. By thit unique arrangement trith the Selig Polytcope' company it i therefore pottible not only to read " The Adventure of Kaitiyn" in thii paper but alto to keep pace tcith ach iyttallment of it at the -moving picture theater. Copyright: 1914: By Harold Mac Grath. CHAPTER VIII. THE SLAVE MARKET". HAVING decided upon the '.fate of KaHflyn, the native set about recapturing the .wild elephant. ' It took the best part of the morning. When tbi was accomplished i the journey to Allaha was begun. But for the days of. peace and quietof j the wil- derness and the consequenthardness ofiher flesh, Kathlyn would have suffered greatly. Half the time ahe: was com pelled to walk. There were no bowdahs, and it was a difficult feat to Bit back of the mahout The rough skin of the elephant had the same effect upon the calves of her legs that sandpaper would have. bad. Sometimes she stumbled and fell, and was rudely jerked i to her feet. Only the day before they arriTed was she i relieved in any way: she was given a litter, and in thia-manner'nhe entered the hateful city. In giving her the litter the chief mahout had been in spired by no expressions of pity ; simply they desired her to apprar fresh and attractive when they carried her into the slave mart. In fitful dreams all that had happened came back to her the story her father had told about saving the old king's life, and the grim, ironical gratitude in making Col. I fare his heir as if such things could be! And then her own journey to Allaha ; the nightmarish durbar dur ing which she had been crowned ; the escape from the ordeals with John Bruce; the terrors of the temple of the sun; the flight from there . . . John Bruce! She could still see the fire in his eyes; she could still feel the touch of his gentle yet tireless hand. Would ahe ever see him again? On the way to the mart they pawed under the shadow of the grim prison walls of the palace. The elephants veered off here into a side street toward the huge square where horses and cattle and elephants were bought and "sold. The litter, in charge of the chief mahont, pro ceeded to ihe slave mart." Kathlyn glanced at the wall wonderingly. Was her father alive? Was he in some bleak cell behind that crumbling masonry? Did he know . that she was here? Or was be really dead? Ah, perhaps it were better that death 'should have taken him better that than having his living heart wrung by tha tale of his daughter's unspeakable miseries. 1 Even as she' sent a last lingering look at the prison the prisoner within, his head buried in his thin, wasted hands, beheld her in a viicn but in a happy, joyous vision, busying about the living room of the bungalow. And far away a younger .nun beheld a vision as Very tenderly he gazed at Kathlyn's discarded robe and re sumed his determined quest. Often, standing beyond his evening fires'." he would .ask this silence, "Kathlyn. where are you?" Even then he M tiding fast toward Allaha. A skive mart is a rare. tfciaaT in these days, but at the time these scenes were frying enacted there existed many of them here and there acrosa the face of the globe. Men buy and sell men and women in these time's en lightened, so they say but they do it by legal contract or from vile hiding places. Allaha had been a famous mart in its prime. It had drawn the agents of princes from all over India. Persia, Beloochistan, Afghanistan, and even southern Russia had been rifled of their beauties to at'orn the zenanas of the slothful Hindu princes. The slave mart in the capital town of Allaba stood in the center of the bazaars, a great square platform with a roof, but open on all four sides. Here the slaves were exhibited, the poor things intended for dalliance and those who were to struggle and sweat and die under the over seer's lash. - t ' Every fortnight a day was set aside for the business of the mart. Owners and prospective buyers met, chewed betel nut, 'smoked their hookahs, sipped coffee 'and tea, - and exchanged the tattle of the hour. It was as much an amusement as business; indeed, it was the oriental idea of a club, and much the same things were discussed. Thus Appaji bought a beautiful girl at the last barter, and Roya found a male who was good juggler, and only night before last they had traded. The bazaars were not what they used to be. Dewan Ali had sold his wife to a Punjab opium merchant. Aunut Singh' daughter had run away with the son of a bhisti. All white people ate pig. And no one read the slokas, or moTal stanzas, any more." Yes, the English would come some day, when there would be enough money to warrant it. AH about there were barkers, and fruit sellers, and bangl wallas (for slave girls should have rings of rupee silver about their ankles and wrists), and solemn Brah mins, and men who painted red and ochre caste marks on one's forehead, and ash covered fakirs with withered hands, nautch girl's, girls from the bazaars, peripatetic jewelers, kites, and red headed vultures this being a proper place for them. The chief mahout . purchased for Kathlyn a beautiful sarw or veil, which partially concealed her face and hair 'cbalu !" he said, tout-bin Kathlyn's shclder, when- ' fr she lagged, for they had dispensed with the litter, "ftJ0 on ' , Sue undei-stood. Outwardly she appeared passive .( , ., fnoliirh. tint llpr snni wnson tiro nnti lior U nnt - - those of the circling, swooping kites, watching for that moment which was to offer some loophole. On through the noisy bazaars, the object of many a curious remark, Sometimes insulted by the painted women at the windows, sometimes jested at by the idlers around tl merchants' booths. Vaguely she wondered if some fue of her an cestors had not been terribly wicked .and that she was paying the penalty. ' It seemed to her, however, Oat a film of steel had grown over ber nerves ; noting startled her ; she sensed only the watchfulness shed often noted in the captives at the farm. ' At length they caie ollt jnto the busy mart. The old mahout congraturfd himrelf upon the docility of his find. It woul 'stiffen the bidding to announce that Hie was gentle. e even went so far as to pat her on the shoulder. 'ibe steel film did not cover all her nerves it would seem ; the patted shoulder was vulnerable. She winced, for she read clearly enough what was in the mind ba'ck of that touch. She had made ber plans. To the roan who purchased her she would assume a meekness of spirit in order to lull his watchfulness. To the man who purchased her . . . Kathlyn Here! She laughed. The old man behind her nodded approvingly, b?aring the sound but not sensing its import. Ah, when the moment came, when the fool who bought her started to lead her home, she would be guile him and at the first sign of carelessness she would trust to her heels. She knew that she was going to run os never a woman ran before; back to the beasts of the jungle, which at least made no effort to molest her so long as as she kept out of their way. Wild and beautiful she was as the old mahout turned her over to a professional seller. .. " Circassian !" . r '' " From the north !" ' , "A bride from the desert!" '' " A yellow-hair !" ... "A daughter of ihe north sas!" The old mahout squatted close by and rubbed his bands. He would be a rich man that night; bags of rupees; a well thatched house to coer his gray hairs till that day they placed him on the pyre at the burning ghat. The gods were good. Durga Ram, familiarly known as,. I'mballah, at this hour came forth into the sunshine, brooding. He was not in a happy frame of mind. Many things lay -heavy upon his soul; but among these things there was not one named remorse. To have brought about all these failures, this thought irked him most. Here was a crown almost within reach of his greedy fingers, the water to Tantalus. To have underestimated this yellow haired young woman, he who knew women so well there lay the bitter sting. He had been too impetuous ; he should have w aited till all her fears had been allayed. That spawn of Siva, the military, was insolent again, and. rupees to cross their palms were scarce. Whither bad 'she blown? Was she dead? Was she alive? The white hunter had not returned to bis camp yet, but the sly Ahmed was there. The perpetual gloom on the face of the latter was reassuring to I'mballah. Ahmed's master had not found her. To wring 'lie white man's heart was something. He dared not put him out of the way ; too many knew. , And the council was beginning to grow uneasy. How long could he hold them in !easb? What a woman! As magnificent as the daughter of Firoz, shah of Delhi. Fear she knew not. At one mo ment he loved her with bis whole sou1, at another he hated her, longed to get her into his bands again, to wreak his vengeance upon her for the humiliation she had by her wit and "courage heaped upon him. "I am ready!" He could hear it yet. Wb.;n tliey had ledger away to the ordeal's "I am ready!" A woman, and not afraid to die! Money! How to get it! He could not plunge bis band into the treasury ; there were too many about, too nr.iny tongues, 3ut Col, Hare k,m?w where the silver basket , so J ' t V HittM wS Ikfifli 1 1 A 'W'l P3g nm fx mi? c?-tt w&l: fi - - m yl'iiifc fkli I wn if & . . . . . .- - C7 lay hidden, heaped wjth gold and precious stones; and torture could not wring the hiding place from him. May he be. damned to the nethermost hell! Let him, Durga Ram, but bury his lean hands in that treasure, 'and Naraka swallow Allaha and all its tings! Rubies and pearls and emeralds, and a. far country to idle L to be feted in, to be fawned upon for his riches'. And Ramabai and his wife, Ptindita, let them beware ; let them remain wisely in their house and meddle not with affairs of Btate. " A thousand rupees !" Umbalkih looked up with a start. Unconsciously he had wandered into the slave mart. lie shrugged and would have passed on but for the strange, unusual figure standing on the platform. A golden haired woman with neck and arms like Chinese bronze and dressed in a skirt of glass! lie paused. "Two thousand rupees!" " What!" jeered the professional seller. " For an houri from paradise? O, ye of weatv hearts, what is this I hear? Two thousand rupees? for an houri fit to dwell in the zenana of heaven !'' A keen eyed Mohammedan edged closer to the platform. He stared and sucked in his breath. He found himself "Half the time she was compelled to walk-" pulled two ways. He had no money, but be had knowl- edge. " Who sells this maiden?" he asked. " Mahomed Ghori." " Which is he?' ' He squats there." The Mohammedan stooped and touched the old mahout on the shoulder. ' . 'Call off this sale, and my master will make you rich'."Va The old sinner gingerly felt of the speaker's cotton garb. "Ah! 'My master' must be rich to dress thee in cotton. Where is thy gold? Hid," satirically. ."Two thousand rupees!" shouted the professional seller. . " I have no gold, but my master w ill give 10 000 rupees for yonder maid. Quick! Old fool, be quick!" " Be gone, thou beggar '." And the old man spat. " Memsabib," the Mohammedan called out in English, " do not look toward me, or all will be lost. I am Ali, Bruce Sahib's chief mahout; and we have believed yon dead! Take care! I go to inform Ahmed. Bruce Sahib has not returned." Kathlyn, when she heard that voice, shut ber eyes. I'mballah had drawn closer. There was something about this half veiled slave that stirred his recollection. Where bad he seen that graceful poise? The clearness of the skin, though dark ; the roundness of the throat and arms. ... "Three thousand rupees!" The old mahout purred and smoothed his palms to gether. Three thousand rupees, a rajah's ransom! He would own his elephant; his wife should ride in a gilded palanquin, and bis children should wear shoes. Three thousand rupees! lie folded his arms and walked gently to and fro. "Five thousand rupees!" said I'mballah, impelled by be knew not what to make this bid. A ripple of surprise ran over the crowd. The regent, Ihe powerful Durga Ram, was bidding in person for bis zenana. Kathlyn's nerves tingled with life again, and the sud den bounding of her heart stifled ber. I'mballah! She was surely lost. Sooner or later be would recognize her. The mahout stood up, delighted, lie was indeed for tunate. He salaamed. " Huzoor, she is gentle," he said. ' The high caste who liad bid .1.000 rupees salaamed also. " Highness, she is yours," he said. " I cannot bid against my regent." It was the custom to mark a purchased slave with the caste of her purchaser. Vinbnllah, still not recognizing her, waved her aside toward the Brahmin aste markers, one of whom daubed her forehead with a yellow triangle. Her blue eyes pierced the curious brown ones. " The sahib at the river," she whispered in broken Hindustani. "Many rupees. Bring him to 'the bouse of Durga Rain." This in case Ali failed. ' The Brahmin's eyes twinkled. '.Her IKud.'.stani was execrable, hut "sahib" and " river " wnv plain' to hi understanding. There was but one sahih l the river, and he was the white hunter who lad refer od the van ished queen from the ordeals. He nodded almost imper ceptibly. Inwardly he smiled. He was not above giving the l.'.iughty upstart a Thugee's twist. H- spoke to his neighbor quietly, assigned to him his bowls and brushes, rose, and made off. " Follow me." paid I'nihallah to the happy mahout. Presently he would have his bags of silver, bright and twinkling. Fate overtook AM, who in bis mad race to Hare's camp fell and 1'idly sprained his ankle. Moaning, less from the pain than from the attendant helplessness, he was carried into the hut of a kindly ryot and there ministered to. The r.raliiiiin. however, filled with greed and a sly humor, reached his destination in safety. Naturally cun ning, double tongued, sly, ingratiating, after the manner of all Rrahniins. who will sink to any base level in order to attain their equivocal ends, bis actions were unham pered by any sense of treachery toward I'mballah. A Thugee's twist to the schemes of the. street rat I'mballah, who wore the Brahmin string, to which he had no right! The Itrahmin chuckled as he paused at the edge of P.ruce's camp. A fat purse lay yonder. He approached, ills outward demeanor a mixture of pride and humility. P.ruce bad returned ltd half an hour before, mind weary, bone tired. He sat with bis bead in his hands, ills elbows propped upon bis knees. His young heart was heavy. He had searched the bewildering jungle as one mi!;lit 'search a plot of grass before one's door, blade by blade. A huudn d times he had found traces of her ; a hundred tiiiies be had called out her name, only to be mocked and gibbered at by apes. She had vanished like P"1""- likp ?.''--d shadow in the wind. illa soul was hitler; for he had built many dreams, and always this fair haired girl bad ridden upon them. So straight' she stood, o calm in the ee, mannered with that gcntl'Micss known of the brave. . . . (lone, and skilled he was in junsle lore, be could not find ber. " Sahib, a Brahmin desires audience." "Ask him what he wants." " It is for the sahib's ear alone." s "'All! Bring him to me quickly." The Brahmin approached, salaamed. " What do you w ish?" Bruce asked curtly. "A thousand (rupees, Iluzoor!" blandly. "And what have you that is worth that many rupees?" irritably. The Brahmin salaamed again. " Huzoor. a slave this day was purchased fiy Durga Ram, I'mballah, so-called. She has skin the color of old tusks, and eyes like tur quoise, and lips like the name of the jungle,' and hair like the sands of Canges, mother of rivers." Bruce, was up m his feet, alive, eager. He caugbt the Brahmin by tbe arm, " Is this woman white?'' harshly. "Huzoor, the women of Allaha are always dark of hair." " And was sold as a slave?" "To Durga Ram, the king without a crown, Huzoor. It is woTth a thousand rupees." smiling. "Tell me," said Bruce, stiliinz the tremor in his voice, " tell me. did she follow him without a struggle?" " Yes. But would a struggle have done any good?" Bruce took out his wallet aud counted out a thousand rupees iu Bauk of India notes. Now, listen. I'mbalkih tin ist not know that I know. On your head, remember." 'Huzoor. the wor 1 of a Brahmin." "Ah. yes; but I have lived long here. Where is Ali?'' cried Bruce, turning to one of bis men. " He went into the city this morning, sahib, and has not returned." "Come," said Bruce to the waiting Brahmin, "we'll return together." He now felt no excitement at all; ic was as if he had been immersed in ice water. It was Kathlyn. not the least doubt of it, bought and sold in the slave mal t. Misery, degradation . . . then he smiled. He knew Kathlyn Hare. If be did not some to her aid quickly she -would lie dead. ' Now when I'mballah took her into his house Kathlyn was determined to reveal her identity. She bad passed tlr uigb the ordeals : she was in law a queen, with life a:id death in her hands. "Do not touch me !" she cried lowly iu English. I'niliallnh stepped back. " I am Katblyn Hare, and if all the world is not made up of lies and wickedness 1 am the (jueen you yourself made. I can speak a few words, enough to make myself known to the populace. I will make a bargain with you. I will give you five times five thousand rupees if you will' deliver me safely in I'e'shawer. On my part, I promise to' say nothing, nothing." I'mballah raised both his hands in astonishment. He knew now why that form bad stirred bis recollection. " You !" He laughed and clapped his hands to summon his servants. Kathlyn, realizing that it was useless M attempt to move this man, turned and started to run. hut he intercepted her. " My queen, my bride that was to bei the golden houri! Five times five thousand rupees wouli cot purchase a hair of your head." "I am your queen!" But 'she -aid it without heart. ; " What! Do you believe that? Having passed the on deals, you nullified the effect by running away. Yo will be whatever I choose! O, it vill be legally done You shall go with me to the eouiicil, and the four of u' shall decide. Ah, you would not lie my wife!" " You shall die, Durga Ram," she replied, '' and it wi!! be the death of a pariah dog." "Ah! Still tliat spirit which I li ved. Why, did I no) buy you without knowing who you were? Are you no' mine? At this very moment 1 'ould place you in rat zenana, and who'TouId ever know? And soon you woulc not want any one to know." " Are you without mercy?" "Mercy? I know not the word. But I have an ambi' tion which surpasses all other things. My wife you shall be, or worse. But legally, always legally!" He laughed again and swiftly caught her in 1 is arms. She struggles like a tigress, but without avail. He covered her fact and neck with kisses, then thrust her aside. "Poor little fool! If you had whined and whimpered I should have let you go long since. But there burns within you a spirit I must conquer, and conquer I will !" Kathlyn stood panting against a pillar. Had she held a weapon in hpr hand she would Lave killed him withoeS compunction, as one crushes a poisonous viper. " Legally ! Why. all the crimes in Hind are done unde that word. It is the shibboleth of the British Raj. Le gally! Come!" " I will not Ftir !" ' " Then be carried," be replied, Reckoning his servants. " No. no !" " Ah ! Well, then, we'll ride togethr in the palanquin." To st-ticglc wo::! 1 reward her with nothing but shame and humiliation, so she bent her head to the inevitable. A passionate longing to be revenged upon this man began to consume her. She wanted the feel of his brown throat in her fingers; wanted to beat him d iwn to his knees, to twist and crush him. But she was a woman and she had not the strength of a man. "Behold!" cried I'mballah later, as he entered the presence of the council, "behold a slave of mine!" He pushed Kathlyn forward. "This day I bought her for five thousand rupees." The council stirred nervously. " Do yon not rec.ignize her?" exultantly. The council whispered to one another. " Legally she is mine, though she has been a queen. But by running away she has forfeited her rights to the law of the ordeals. Am I not right?" The council nodded gravely. The;- had not yet wholly recovered from their bewilderment. "On the other band, her identity must remain a secr?t till I lave developed my plan's," continued I'mballah. "You are all courting a terrible reprisal," said Kath lyn. "I beg of you to kill me at once; do not prolong my torture, my misery. I have harmed none of you, but you have grievously harmed me. One even now seeks aid of the British Raj ; and there are many soldiers." The threat was ill timed. The Iliad of the council said to I'mbaKah : " It would be wise to lock her up for the present. We all face a great complication." "A very wise council," agreed I'mballah, knowing that he had but to say the word to destroy them all. "And she shall have company. I would not have her lonely. Come, majesty; deign to follow your humble servant." I'mballah salaamed. Kathlyn was led to a cell in the palace prison, whose walls she had but a little while ago viewed in passing, and thrust inside. A single window admitted a faint light. I'mballah remained by the door, chuckling softly. Presently, her eyes becoming accustomed to the dark, Kathlyn discovered a man chained to a pillar. The man suddenly leaned forward. " Kit. my Kit!" " Father !" She caught him to her breast Lj her strong young arms, crooned to him. and kissed his matted head. And they stood that way for a long time. At this very moment there appeared before the council a wild eyed, disheveled young man. How he had passed the palace guard none of them knew. " A white woman was brought into this room forcibly a few minutes ago. I demand her! And by the God of my father I will cut out the. heart of every one of you if you deny me! She is white: she is "of m race!" "There is no white woman here. Bruce Sahib." "You lie!" thundered the young man. Two guards came in quickly. " I say yon lie! She was seen to enter here!" "The man is mad! Besides, it is sacrilege for him to enter our presence in this manner." cried one of the council. " Seize him !" A fierce struggle between the guards and Bruce fol lowed : but bis race to the city and the attendant excite ment had weakened him. He was arried away, still fight ing manfully. - In the meantime I'mballah concluded that the reunion bad lasted long enough. He caught Kathlyn roughly by the shoulder and pulled her away. " Behold. Colonel Sahib ! Mine! I bought her this day iu the slave mart. Legally mine! Now will you tell nie where tl.at silver basket lies hidden, with its gold aud game?" " Father, do not tell him!'' warned Kathlyn. "So long as we do not tell him he does not put us out of the, way !" " Kit !" " Dad,- poor dad !" " Little fool!" said I'mlallah. Kathlyn struggled to reach ber father again, but could not. I'mballah folded bis arms tightly about her and at teaipted to kiss her. This time her strength was super human. She freed her hands and beat him in the face, tore his garments, dragged off his turban. The struggle brought them within the radius of the colonel's reach. The prisoner caught his enemy by the throat, laughing insanely. - . 5 Now, you black dog, die !" ' TO BE COSTINUBD, "5