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BER 30, 191S.
FOUR
GALVESTON TRIBUNE. •
MONDAY, SEPTF
Poetry and Persiflage
It is said the Germans do not lik
A Romance of Adventure
Well, we carl
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A PEOPLE'S WAR.
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—The Sketch.
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drink, but—“no substitutes for
BilyD
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him!” snapped the man, thinking-
had triumphed.
"I did,” said the woman.
Then the man remembered he
his train to 1.
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The Associated Press is exclusively entitled to
the use for republication of all news dispatches
credited to it or not otherwise credited in this
paper, and also, the local news published herein.
and
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He was a sport of bluest blood,
And princely when he lost.
A loser to him was a blot
On mankind’s fairest scroll
Who did not smile when luok decreed
A poor arrangement of the cards.
The pumpkins in the cornerd
Are as yellow as can be.
And the apples red and golden
Are hanging on the tree,
And the grapes in purple clusters
Are swinging on the wine.
And the old crow’s nest is empty
Upon the lonely pine.
"Ho, ha,” shouted Billy Bunny,
The boys over there will do the fight-
ing—your part is to buy bonds.
He had no special kind of god;
But played life’s game the fairest way
That he knew how.
And asked the same from all
Who called him friend.
One German commanding officer, aft-
er quizzing an American prisoner, stat-
ed that he was satisfied the Ameri-
cans did not know what they were
meowed, and the Miller’s dog kept right i
on after the little rabbit, but of course )
he never caught him.
Well, when Billy Bunny was safe in- 1
We ask no praise nor honor,
No riches and .no fame,
Our hearts are in the fight for truth, /
j But—back us in
We went and w were xlad tr
To fight,—perhaps to ■ •
To pay our dept to noble Frail
Democracy, our cry.
and 11 isTrendS
Vid
Go.
High had fol/
She whom t
With Beaut
Is one with wind a d
Germany,
drugs 4 -'
“NO SUBSTITUTE FOR MEN.”
Houston Post.
"No substitute for men" is the title
of a recent letter from one of the very-
efficient newspaper men at the Ameri-
can front in France.
cool October days.
“I wonder what I’ll do this morn- I side the Friendly
the American bayonets,
make them longer.
Willie Wind blew across the Pleasant
Meadows; and let me tell your Willie
Wind was just a little bit chilly, these
fighting for; but has not been left in ” her their despair and desires
doubt that they are fighting, grant delirious rime.
Member American Newspaper Publishers’ Ass’n, Southern Newspaper Publishers
Ass’n, and Audit Bureau of Circulations.
Call From Over There.
You’ve sent us here across the wires.
To make the whole world free,
To keep our nation’s honor brig/t, ) s \
To fight for Liberty.
_ Eastern Offices.
New York Office, 341 Fifth Ave.
D. J. Randall.
Chicago, St. Louts and Detroit Offices,
The S. C. Beckwith Agency.
CHAPTER VII
After a time King urged his horse
to a dog-trot, and the five Hillmen
pattered in his wake, huddled so close
Mineral Wool. <
She—What is mineral wool? , 1
He—The shearings from a hydraulic)
ram.—Cornell Widow.
' Cause For Surprise.
‘Arry—Wot's the‘urry. Bill?
Bill—I’ve got to go to work.
‘Arry—Work? Why, wot’s the matter
with the missus; ain’t she well?—-Pear-
son’s Weekly.
KING—of
THE KHYBER RIFLES
Love's Ruse,
Jack (about to go)—Hallo! It's rain-
ing.
Betty—Take father's umbrella, then
he’ll be glad to have you call again.—
Boston Transcript.
The Judge has’now the case,
But from the record that he left
There is no verdict possible
But that he lived and died A MAN;
The best creation God can ever make.
—T. IT. C.
By TALBOT MUNDY
Author of Rung Ho!
She whom the High Gods have dowered I
With Valor and Virtue and Vision
Is one with the urge in all Life
That aches to attain and arise.
Fervently now at her feet
I beg for the holy permission
To gather her heart to my heart,
And be cleansed in the light of her eyer (
—DONALD ROBERTSON \
His Choice.
May—Suppose a pretty girl were to ,
grant you the privilege of kissing her
on ner right cheek or her left, which
would you choose? ’ |
Joe—Neither; I’d make a choice be
tween the two. •
And the quickening moments m
Men with the dream-aunted hearts ■
Forever are striving to fashion
while there will be fighting—or, if we
be very brave and our arrficers skilful,
_____...- -1 Allah would fain see sport, then
may find substitutes for drugs A , ,. S
chemicals, for nitrates, for food and TL2 a longer while. Then we shall be
drink, but—“no substitutes for overridden. Then the Khyber will be
turn the trick for you.”—Kansas City
Journal.
An Awful Lesson.
Said Count von Hertling in a recent
speech: “War is the greatest possible
experience for the nation.” You uttered
the truth that time, Von! Germany is
going to learn a lot from that particu-
lar experience. As the colored gentle-
man remarked before he was hanged:
“Dis am a-gwine to be an awful lesson
to dis niggah!—Buffalo Express.
His Time to
One of the quarrels
Forest he looked 1
by the victory-flushed allies. On with
the battle. 9 •
dered, and the men stood round
stared. Darya Khan, leaning on
You’ve sent us here to fight your righ
Tho it be ours, too.
We’ll do our bit at fwont,- « •
The rest is up to -
—Ja res wiswise.l
A Dead Heat.
Wifie—Nice excuse! Stayed making-
up the books!
Hubby—Well, I don’t kick when you
stay making up your face.—Sydney
Bulletin.
That was a splendid idea of some-
body to enlarge the four-minute ad-
dress idea by inserting a four-minute
song season somewhere in the program.
Everybody likes to sing whether every-
body can sing or not, and the carry-
ing out of the idea will give everybody
a chance to contribute his or her bit to
the evening’s program. Besides, the
words of most of the songs proposed to
be sung carry a sentiment calculated
to make those who read and those who
sing better citizens and better Ameri-
cans, and, after all, this is the end
sought in the four-minute campaigns.
Then there is always the possibility of
some Caruso being developed in unex-
pected quarters.
And then, what do you suppose hap-
pened? Why, the Miller’s dog came by *
and away went the little rabbit, and ,
up went Miss Pussy Cat’s back, and her 1
tail grew so big that if she had tried /
to get back into the hollow stump I (
guess she would have had to leave her
tail outside. But she didn’t. No, siree-
mam. She just humped her back and
■aaaMnMMNaaBqMBvvMMMWMBinsani^^veM
TO A FRIEND WHO WENT “OVER
THE TOP.”
He’s dead, that’s right, he’s dead;
And God he was a great man,
A lover of the clean.
He gave much and received but little
in return.
But then he never cared
How he was viewed
By those who fain would smirch
The bigness of the man. •
ing?” thought the little rabbit, and
he wiggled his little pink nose side-
ways, and then off he went clippety
clip, lippety lip, and by an by he came I
to an old hollow stump. So he peeked
in, and then, all of a sudden, a voice
said:
"What are you doing, Mr. Curious
One?"
"Oh. I wasn’t doing anything wrong,"
answered the little bunny, ‘I just want-
ed to see what was inside."
"Well, I’ll show you,” said the voice,
and then out popped a Tittle black cat,
with green eyes and a pink ribbon.
"Oh, it’s you. Miss Pussy," laughed
Billy Bunny. “I’m glad it wasn’t a
bear or a wildcat," and he laughed and
wiggled his little pink nose some more,
just for fun, you know.
“What art you doing out here?".
“Looking for mice,” said the little
black pussy. 1
“Don’t you bother Dickey Meadow-
mouse,” said Billy Bunny quickly; “he’s
a friend of mine.”
He made mistakes L
And tried to rectify as many as he
could;
But sometimes even failed to satisfy
his friends,
And now he’s gone
And left the score unfinished,
But crossed out as far as we're con-
cerned. ,
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Gen. Foch is daily becoming more
and more offensive to the German mili-
tary leaders, for his new attacks come
with such impetuosity and in such far
separated sectors that he keeps them
guessing and doubtless interferes ma-
terially with their night’s rest. Hav-
ing assumed the initiative, the French
master strategist is continuing his
“drives” until today the entire battle
line, with the exception of the Italian,
is aflame with the .flare of great guns
at night and thunderous with the noise
of attack by day. It begins to look as
if the campaign of 1919 will be opened
on German territory, if Germany can
last that long against the sledge-
hammer blows now being administered
have yet been found by Germany, and
the dwindling manpower of the central
allies is the thought that is dwarfing
all others in the minds of the kaiser
and his confederates.
And the kaiser is by no means the
only ruler who is discovering that there
is “no substitute for men.”
Here in America the need for men is.
uppermost—men who are loyal, men
who are brave, men who are faithful tor
the flag and to themselves.
There can be found no substitutes
for men; and real men are among the
scarcest of God’s creations. ’
The farms are calling for men. The
industries of the nation are said to be
short 1,000,000 men. The army is seek-
ing every day for men of ability, effi-
ciency and vision. And every depart-
ment at Washington is combing the
country over for men who can answer
the nation’s call and perform the na-
tion’s bidding.
There is “no substitute for men.”
And no selective draft machinery will
ever discover a sufficient number of
real men to perform the duties which
a democracy has for real men to ac-
complish.
TO WIN THE WAR.
Waco Times-Herald.
Corpl. H. Randolph Camp of Hunts-
ville, writing from “somewhere in
France," says that “everybody works
in France; men and women are gather-
ing the crops."
In both France and England the
women made quick adjustment to the
new conditions imposed by the war.
Charlotte Perkins Gilmon, in World
Outlook for September, tells us that
“England quickly found that the
woman who charges the shell is as
valuable to the country as the man
who discharges it.”
In France 450,000 women are making
munitions.
The Italian war department employs
75,000 women, and in/ civil activities
the women are doing distinguished
work.
Here in our own country * there are
10,000,000 women and girls in gainful
occupations, thereby helping to win the
war.
A Hard Problem.
“I wish I could see myself as others
see me." “Well, I don’t know .how
to advise you. The looking glass won’t
The nations with which we are allied
in exterminating Prussian militarism
have borrowed from us nearly six bil-
lion dollars and it is estimated that
should the war last a year longer we
will be called upon to loan these na-
tions about three billions more. This
is money well invested and will all
come back to us in the course of time.
There has not been the least objection
manifested to these loans; on the con-
trary, this nation feels it a privilege to
be able to help those who, with us, are
fighting humanity’s battle. We can
easily stand the cost.
have dowered
With Sympathy, Patience, and Candor
Is one with the dew and the dawn ,
And the shadows of great longiy rocks.
Dreamers, whose dreamsmustcoinstrue
With listening souls understand ye
And pray that her winnowing eyes" *
May shepherd their wandering flocks.
The American people are no longer
clamoring to be informed as to the
number of men being sent across the
ocean, they have stopped accusing the
authorities with being dilatory in sup-
plying ammunition and clothing for the
army, they have ceased fuming about
the slowness with which airplanes have
been supplied the army, for the very
simple reason that everything that an
army is expected to do with the amplest
and best of material is being done by
the brave fellows over in France. In-
cidentally, it may be stated that the
grounds for complaint having been re-
moved, the American people are now
making guesses on how short a time it
will take Gen. Pershing to reach the
front door of Berlin.
. Tf the Austro-Hungarian peace
“drive” was given scant courtesy# by
the United’ States and the more re-
. cent effort under a proposition for a
league of nations, met with nothing
more than newspaper Comment, the
two incidents will have found expla-
nation, it is probable, in the speech
•of President Wilson delivered before
a gathering of liberty loan workers in
New York on Friday evening, in which
• he stated that this war, 'which may
have been’ started by an individual or
by a group of individuals, was now a
people’s war and must be ended by
the people and for the people.
It is here, perhaps, where the Euro-
pean and American ideas of govern-
ment come in conflict; where absolute
monarchy and democracy confront each
other in uncompromising hostility. The
German mind cannot conceive of such
a thing as humanity evolving a system
of government, neither can those who
have been nurtured in the school of de-
•acy become reconciled to any
ry of divinely appointed ruler
where the many bow submissively to
th dictates of the few.
hile in the beginning, the war may
have been under the control of a few
.n, as it progressed and drew into
its’ vortex the people! of many widely
separated nations, its decision passed
out of the hands of the few and be-
came the possession of the masses who
had invested their all in a decision
which must forever decide that civ-
ilization and war cannot walk the same
path in harmony. In stating this tre-
mendous truth, the nation’s chief ex-
ecutive did not speak alone for the
American people, but his sentiment is
echoed in the hearts of all those who
today have willingly allied themselves
with each other in defense of those
rights which are deemed essential if
mankind is to ever approach nearer the
high destiny to which he intuitively
realizes he has been called.'
Not many who have given the sub-
ject thought but have realized that
when the hour for drawing up a peace
agreement arrives, it will not be the
ideas of the statesmen who represent
the nations that will ‘be written into
the pact, but the future welfare of
the people of the world will be the line
along which is drawn the terms and
it will not be the big nations alone
whose interests will absorb the greater
attention. It is altogether too early to
prophesy vhat punishment shall be
meted out to those who have endeav-
ored to saddle the world with a doc-
trine of might making right, but not
a -moment too soon to announce that
the most stupendous question for the
assembled statesmen to consider will
be humanity, just plain humanity.
The rights of man once being settled
the other matters can be permitted to
fall into their proper order. When
once humanity’s right to live and to.
enjoy the fruits of honest labor shall
have been settled, there will be left no
room or opportunity for dickering for
particular advantages and it is per-
haps more true than is realized that
Germany would be today joining Bul-
garia in seeking an armistice did she
not see looming large before her eyes
the fact that she must henceforth con-
tent herself with the fruits of honest
effort and leave scheming and force in
the oblivion to which this war shall
hiave consigned it. The people arc go-
ing to settle the war so that it will
remain settled until war shall have be-
come an indistinct memory and its ad-
vocates shall have been forgotten.
President Wilson in bis Friday’s
speech did not advance any new condi-
tions for the bringing of peace to the
world, he merely restated his previous
terms, and in restating them has em-
ployed such clear language that even a
child may understand. The cabinets of
Berlin and of Vienna can no longer
say that the United States does not
know what it is fighting for, if these
cabinets ever did really doubt that our
purpose was nothing short of human
welfare as it is embodied in universal
peace. While the people are speaking
in terms of war on the far flung bat-
tlefields of Europe, the people are also
speaking in human language through
the deaders of the great democratic
nations of earth and the same deter-
mination is the theme of each battle
as well as of each speaker.
have dowered
sion
only rifle in the party, grinned like
a post-office letter box,
“Truly,” growled Ismail, forgetting
past expressions of a different opinion,
"this man is as mad as all the other
Englishmen,"
"Were you ever bitten by one?" won-
dered King aloud.
“God forbid!”
"Then, off with the jacks—and hur-
ry!”
Ismail began to obey.
“Thou! Lord of the Rivers! (For that
is what Darya Khan means.) What
is thy calling?”
"Badragga" (guide), he answered.
Did she not send me back down the
Pass to be a guide?”
“And before that what wast thou?”
“Is that thy business?” he snarled,
shifting his rifle-barrel to the other
hand. “I am what she says I am! She
used to call me ‘Chikki’—the Lifter!—
and I was! There are those who were
made to know it! If she says now I
am badragga, shall any say she lies?”
“I say thou art unpacker of mules’
burdens!” answered King. "Begin!"
For answer the fellow grinned from
ear to ear and thrust the rifle-barrel
forward insolently. King with the
movement of determination that a man
makes when about to force conclusions,
drew up his sleeves above the wrist.
At that instant the moon shone
through the mist and the gold brace-
let glittered in the moonlight.
"May God be with thee:’ said "Lord
of the Rivers" at once. And without
another word he laid down his rite
and went to help off-load the mules.
King stepped aside and cursed soft-
ly. To a man who knows how to en-
force his own authority, it is worse
than galling to be obeyed because he
wears a woman’s favor. But for a vein
of wisdom that underlay his pride he
would have pocketed the bracelet there
and then and have refused to wear it
again. But as he sweated his pride he
overheard Ismail growl:
“Good for tree! He had taught thee
obedience in another bat of the eye!"
I obey her!” muttered Darya Khan.
“I, too,” said Ismail. “So shall he be-
fore the week dies! But now it is good
to obey him. He is an ugly man to
disobey!”
“I obey him until she sets me free,
then,” grumbled Darya Khan.
“Better for thee!” said Ismail.
The packs were laid on the ground,
and the mules shook themselves, while
the jackals that haunt the Khyber came
closer, to sit in a ring and watch. King
dug a flashlight out of one of the
packs, gave it to Ismail to hold, sat on
the other pack and began to write on a
memorandum pad. It was a minute be-
fore he could persuade. Ismail that the
flashlight was harmless, and another
minute before he could get him to hold
it still. Then, however, he wrote swift-
ly.
“From the karnal sahib (colonel) at
Landi Kotal, -whose horse I ride,” said
the jezailchi slowly, “to the arrficer at
Jamrud. To King sahib, the arrficer at
Ali Masjid I bore a lettel also, and 1
left it as I passed."
“Had they’no spare horse at Masjid?
That beast is foundered."
King nodded. "What is in the let-
ter?” he asked.
"Nay! Have I eyes that can see
through paper?”
“Thou hast ears that can listen'.”
answered King.
"In the letter that I left at Ali Mas-
jid there is news of the lashkar that is
gathering in the 'Hills,' above Ali Mas-
jid and beyond Khinjan. King sahib
is ordered to be awake and wary."
“And to lame no more horses jump-
ing 'them over rocks!"
“Nay, the karnal sahib said he is
to ride after no more jackals witli a
spear!”
“Same old game!’ said King to him-
self. "What knowest thou of the lash-
kar that is gathering?”
“I? Oh, a little. An uncle of mine,
and three half-brothers, and a brother
are of its number! One came at night
to tempt me to join—but I have eaten
the salt. ■ It was I who first warned
our karnal sahib. Now, let me by!"
“Nay, walt!" ordered King. But he
lowered his pistol point.
To hold a dispatch rider was about
as irregular as any proceeding could
•be; but it was within his province to
find out how far the Khyber jezailchis
could be trusted and within his power
more than to make up-the lost time.
So that the irregularity did not trouble
him much.
“Does the other letter tell of the
lashkar, too?”
“Am I God, that I should know? But
to what else should the karnal sahib
write?”
“What is the object of the rising?”
King asked him next; and the man
threw his head back to laugh like a
wolf. Laughter, at night in the Khy-
ber, is an insult. Ismail chattered into
his beard; but King sat still.
“Object? What but to force the Khy-
ber and burst through into India and
loot? What but to plunder, now that
English backs are turned the other
way?”
“Who said their backs are turned?”
demanded King.
"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ho! Hear him!”
The Khyber echoed the mockery away
into the distance.
“Their backs are this way and their
faces that! The kites know it! The
vultures know it! The little jackals
know it! The little butchas in the
valley villages all know it! Ask the
rocks, and the grass—the very water
running from the ‘Hills’! They all know
that the English fight for life!”
“And the Khyber jezailchis? What
of them?” King asked.
“They know it better than any!”
“And?” -
“They make ready, even as I.”
“For what?”
“For what Allah shall decide! We
ate the salt, we jezailchis. We chose,
and we ate of our own free will. We
have been paid the price we named, in
silver and rifles and clothing. The
arrficers the sirkar sent us are men
of high faith who have made no trouble
with our women. What, then, should
the Khyber jezailchis do? For a little
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Being formerly with B: Oltman one 1
the New York leading concerns, have
made a special study of Paris mode '
which he imported before the war
clouds blew up. '
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expert tailor which knows how to give:
real good lines to a garment so a ba;
figure shall be improved And if yo
have a good figure there is doul,
it that you can look better in any thin
than the real tailor made garment.
..—A Chicago, ' menti
That writer shows that
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743, this office.—Washington Star.
lowed the first was in - rogress. -1 -
“Didn’t some idiot hose to -oi-
before our marriag ′ said the man 1
nastily.
"Certainly!" said the woman,it!"
icy calm. , , 1
“Then you ought to have marrier
a roaring river of men pouring into
India, as my father’s father told me
it has often been! India shall bleed in
these days—but there will be fighting-
in the Khyber first!"
"And what of her? Of Yasmini?"
King asked.
“Thou wearest that—and askest what
of her? Nay—tell!”
“Should she order the jezailchis to be
false to the salt—?"
2 “Such a question!"
The man clucked into his beard and
began to fidget in the saddle. King
gave him another view of the brace-
let, and again he found a civil answer.
"We of the Rifles have her leave to
be loyal to the salt, for, said she, other-
wise how could we be true men; and
she loves no liars. From the first,
when she first won our hearts in the
‘Hills,’ she gave us of the Rifles leave
to be true men first and her servants
afterward! We may love her—as we
do!—and yet fight against her, if so
Allah wills—and she will yet love us!"
“Where is she?” King asked him sud-
denly, and the man began to laugh
again.
“Let me by!" he shouted truculently.
“Who am I to sit a horse and gossip
in the Khyber.’ Let me by, I say!"
“I will let you by when you have
told me where she is!"
“Then I die here, and very likely
thou, too!” the man answered, bring-
ing his rifle to the port in front of
him so quickly that he almost had
King at a disadvantage As it was.
King was quick enough to balance
matters by covering him with the pis-
tol again. The horses sensed excite-
ment and began to stir. With a laugh
the jezailchi let the rifle fall across his
lap, and at that King put the pistol
out of sight.
“Fool!” hissed Ismail in his ear; but
King knows the “Hills” better in some
about him, and pretty soon not so very f
long, he saw Prof. Crow with his little 1
Black Book.
“Read me something, won’t you. /
please,” begged the little rabbit. Sc |
the old professor bird to k put his book 1
and turned over the pages until they
came to something he liked, and then
he began to read, "The early worm
must look out for the bird."
"Ha, ha," laughed the little rabbit,
"I must tell that to mother. She al-
ways tells it the other way ‘round." ,
And then off he hopped and the old J
blackbird flew away to his tree in Kala - ,
mazoo. For that was the name of the
little village where Prof. Crow had his
home, and where he taught in the vil-
lage school arithmetic and the Golden
Rule, and some times Latin and some-
times Greek, and something else that a
bird can speak. Well, if my typewriter,
hasn’t made up poetry all by itselt
without my knowing it! And in .
next story you shall hear some ’
about Billy Bunny.
Everybody is busy or ought to be
busy today purchasing liberty bonds
of the fourth issue. The campaign
started Saturday, but Saturday being a
sort of off day the people did not feel
like warming up to the proposition- as
they might on some other day. But to-
day it‘is a fair field and a limitless
opportunity. Secretary McAdoo has
provided plenty of room in the na-
tional treasury and no one need hesi-
tate for fear too much money is going
to be subscribed. Every citizen of the
United States should be a stockholder
in the nation’s honor and a liberty
bond is a certificate signifying that
the possessor has met his obligation.
Two or more bonds will signify that he
is a citizen and then some. There
should be a very large number qualify
for the higher distinction.
“ In the Khyber, a mile below you.
“Dear Old Man-1 would like to run
in and see you, but circumstances don’t
permit. Several people sent you their
regards by me. Herewith go two
mules and their packs. Make use of the
mules you like, but store the loads
where I can draw on them in case of
need. I- would like to have a talk with
you before taking the rather desperate
step I intend, but I don’t want to be
seen entering or leaving Ali Masjid.
Can you come down the Pass without
making your intentions known” It is
growing misty now. It ought to be
easy. My men will tell you where 1
am and show you the way. Why not
destroy this letter?
"ATHELSTAN."
He folded the note and stuck a post-
age stamp on it in lieu of seal. Then
he examined the pack with th aid of
the flashlight, sorted them and or-
dered two of the mules reloaded.
"You three!” he order then. “Take
the loaded mules into Ali Masjid fort.
Take this chit, you. Give it the sahib
in command there."
They stood and gaped at him, wide-
eyed—then came closer to see his eyes
and to catch any whisper that Ismail
might have for them. But Ismail and
Darga Khan seemed full of having been
chosen to stay behind; they offered no
suggestions—certainly no encourage-
ment to munity.
“To hear is to obey!" said the near-
est man, seizing the note for at all
events that was the easiest task. His
action decided the other two. They took
the mules’ leading-reins and followed
him. Before they had gone ten paces
they were all swallowed in the mist
that had begun to flow southeastward;
it closed on them like a blanket, and in
a minute more the clink of shod hooves
had ceased. The night grew still, ex-
cept for the whimpering of jackals. Is-
mail came nearer and squatted at
King’s feet.
(To Be Continued )
together .that the horse could easily
have kicked more than one of them.
The night was cold enough to make
flesh creep; but it was imagination that
herded them until they touched the
horse’s rump and kept the whites of
their eyes ever showing as they glanced
to left and right. The Khyber, fouled
by memory, looks like the very birth-
place of the ghosts when the moon is
fitful and a mist begin to flow.
"Cheloh!" King’ called merrily
enough; but his horse shied at nothing,
because horses have an uncanny way
of knowing how their riders really
feel. The led mules and spare horse,
in gead of dragging at their bridles,
pressed forward to have .their heads
among the men, and every once and
again there would sound the dull thump
of a fist on a beast’s nose—such being
the attitude of men toward the lesser
beasts.
They trotted forward until the bed
of the Khyber began to grow very
narrow, and Ali Masjid Fort could not
be much more than a mile away, at the
widest guess. Then King drew rein,
and dismounted, for he would have been
challenged had he ridden much further,
A challenge in the Khyber after dark
consists invariably of a volley at short
range, with the mere words afterward,
and the wise man, takes precautions.
"Off with the mules’ packs!" he or-
ways than the savages who live in
them; they, for instance, never seem
able to judge whether there will be a
fight presently or not.
“Why won’t you tell me where she
is?” he asked in his friendliest voice,
and that would wheedle secrets from
the Sphynx.
"Her secrets are her own, and may
Allah help her guard them! I will
tear my tongue out first!”
“Enviable woman!” murmured King.
"Pass, friend!” he ordered, reining
aside. "Take my spare horse and
leave me that weary one, so you will
recover the lost ‘time and more into
the bargain,”
The man changed horses gladly, say.
ing nothing. When he had shifted the
saddle and mounted, he began to ride
off with a great air, not so much as
deigning to scowl at Ismail. But he
had not ridden a dozeri paces when he
sat round in the saddle and drew rein.
“Sahib!” he called. “Sahib!”
King waited. He had waited for
this very thing and could afford to
wait a minute longer.
“Hast thou-—is there—does the sahib
•—I have not tasted—”
He made a sign with his hand that
men recognize in pretty nearly every
land under the sun.
“So-ho!” laughed King, patting his
hip pocket, from which the cap of a
silver-topped flask had been protrud-
ing ever since he put the pistol out of
sight. “So our copper’s hot, eh?"
“May Allah do more to me if my
thoat is not lined with the fires of
Eblis!" ,
“But the Kalamullah!" King object-
ed. "What saith the Prophet?”
“The Prophet forbade the faithful
to drink wine,” said the jezailchi. “He
said nothing about whisky, that I ever
heard!”
“Mine is brandy,” said King.
“May Allah bless the sahib’s sons and
grandsons to the seventh generation!
May Allah—”
“Tell me about Yasmini first! Where
is she?”
“Nay!”
King tapped the flask in his pocket.
“Nay! My throat 'is dry, but it shall
parch! I know not! As to where she is,
I know not!”
“Remember, and I will give you the
whole of it!”
He drew the flask out of his pocket
and rode a little way toward the man.
“None can overhear. Tell me now.”
“Nay, sahib! I am silent!”
"Have you passed her on your, way?”
The man shook his head—shook it
until the whites of his eyes were a
streak in the middle of his dark face;
and when a Hillman is as vehement as
that he is surely lying.
King set the flask to his own lips
and drank a few drops.
"Salaam, sahib!” said the Jezailchi,
wheeling his horse to ride away.
King let him ride twenty paces be-
fore calling him to halt.
"Come back!” he ordered, and rode
part of the way to meet him.
"I but tried thee, friend!” he said,
holding out the flask,
"Allah then preserve me from a sec-
ond test!”
The jezailchi seized the flask, clap-
ped it to his lips and drained it to the
last drop while King sat still in the
moonlight and smiled, at him.
“God grant the giver peace!' he
prayed, handing the flask back. The
kindly East possesses no word for
"Thank you.” Then he wheeled the
horse in a sudden eddy, as polo ponies
turn on the Indian plains, and rode
away down the wind as if the Pass
were full of devils in pursuit of him.
King watched him out of sight and
then listened until the hoof-beats died
away and the Pass grew stil lagain.
“The jezailchis'll stand!” he said,
lighting- a new cheroot. “Good men
and good luck to ’em!”
Then he rode back to his own men.
“Where starts the trail to Khinjan?”
he asked; not that he had forgotten it,
but to learn who knew.
“This side of Ali Masjid!" they an-
swered all together.
“Two miles this 'side. More than a
mile from here,” said Ismail. ’ “What
next? Shall we camp here? Here is
fuel and a little water. Give the
word—”
“Nay—forward!" ordered King.
“Forward?” growled Ismail. "With
this man it is ever forward. Is there
neither rest nor fear? Has she be-
witched him? Hai! Ye lazy ones! Ho
Sons of sloth! Urge the mules faster!
Beat the led horse!”
So in weird wan moonlight. King-
led them forward, straight up the nar-
rowing gorge, between cliffs that
seemed to fray .the very bosom of the
sky. He smoked a cigar and stared
at the view, as if he were off to the
mountains for a month’s sport with de-
pendable shikarris whom he knew. No-
body could have looked at him and
guessed he was not enjoying himself.
“That man,” mumbled Ismail behind
him, “is not as other sahibs I have
known. He is a man, this one! He
will do unexpected things!"
“Forward!” King called to them,
thinking they were grumbling. "For-
ward, men of the ‘Hills’!"
The owl he hasn’t eyes that are big for
his size.
And the night like a book he de-
ciphers:*
“Too-woop!" he asserts, and "Hoorweer
ip!” he cries.
And he means to remark he is awfully
wise:
But he lags behind us, who are "on"
to the lies
Of the hairy Himalayan knifers!
For eyes we be, of Empire, we.
Skinned and puckered and quick to see.
And nobody guesses how wise we be,
Nor hidden in what disguise we be,
A-cooking a sudden surprise we be
For hairy Himahlyan knifers!
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