The Butler Weekly Times Newspaper, November 9, 1905, Page 11

ad on hate, a The old man “There comes to every human being under the sun,” said he, “in one shape or another the ‘tide in his affairs’ which, though it may not lead on to fortune, nor yet down to ruin, proves him, shows what is in him, brings out anything worth counting that may be latent in him, and exposes his weak- nesses, too, often enough. That tide came to me in the Terrible Year—in *67—which found us English folk, lit- tle handfuls of us, isolated, almost de- fenceless, facing the brown millions who for once were banded together against us by hate and wrath. I was an assistant deputy commissioner in a God-forsaken district in India, and had Deen so long alone among the natives that I could not speak half a dozen sentences of my own language without slipping in a word or two of Persian or Hindustani, I prided myself upon having my fingers on the pulse of na- tive life in that district. Things were going forward of which I could not got the hang. There was mystery in the air; you felt it, yet could find to it no key. “During those months I knew what it is to be possessed by a demon of fear. I told myself that it was all fancy, that Asia was playing the devil with me, that I was losing my nerve. “I was in the deepest folds of the Dark Valley when Harold came up into looked up sharply.| woman in India who mattered—of Mrs. With that thought came also| Harold. the necessity for action, and when a man is called upon to act he is relieved from the curse of thinking. “Harold's camp lay some thirty miles to the north of my station. As soon as the news spread the lives of Harold and his wife and sister would not be worth a minute’s purchase, “L- slipped out of the bungalow, went to the stables, found and saddled my mare, locked the stables securely be- hind me and rode out into the dark- ness, I took a path which soon led me clear of the town, and directly I was in the open country I put the mare into a hard canter and headed for the Harolds’ camp. The time for dream- ing and for fear was ended, and I knew it. The time for action had come and with it a sort of intoxication of recklessness that filled me with a fierce joy and pride, “It was only a little after midnight that I reached my destination, I con- trived, not without difficulty, to arouse Herold. I led him away from the tents, and told him the news that had come in, “*You mustn't lose a second,’ I sald. ‘The one chance of safety lies in Mrs. Harold and your sister getting to the fort as soon as may be.’ “*And do you seriously believe all this rubbish?’ Harold inquired, stand- A MUHAMMADAN BUTCHER SEIZED THE REIN, my district to shoot, bringing his wife and sister with him. I did not know him from Adam, and I had not seen a European lady for over three years, so I was a bit bothered by the intrusion. I felt shy and awkward in the com- pany of ladies. I was only too glad to ship the party off into a corner of the district where game was plentiful as soon as I could contrive to make the necessary arrangements. I did not care much for Harold, nor yet for his sis- ter, but Mrs, Harold charmed and fas- cinated me. Harold was a cran! y sort of beggar and his sister turned up her nos? at most things, including me, Mrs. Harold was—well, just everything that a woman can be! Beautiful, with a sort of glory of beauty that yet had in it a certain dainty dignity that held her worlds above you, and good—you could see the goodness looking out of dedi Kind, in thought and eed. “The Iarolds had been gone a mat- ter of some three wecks when the news reached me of the outbreak down coun- try. I was sitting on my veranda, smoking my pipe and dreaming, when Jaji Muhammad Akhbar, one of the leading natives of the place, came to me suddenly out of the luminous dark- ness of the night. He was shaking with excitement as he told me of the mutiny of our trcons down south and of the rapidity with which the disaf- fection was spreading. “The disaffection spreadeth fast. This very night it is known in our bazaars; to-morrow the villages also will know. Then, perhaps—who know- eth save Allali, the Merciful, the Com. passionate?—the Raj of the Sahib-log will have its ending in blood, as in blood italso had its beginning, nor will it be the turn of our women folk to be made chattels for the pleasure of new husbands.’ “At that word fear left mo and a great wrath alone remained. I rose from my chair and in an instant I nad him by the throat, “‘Have a care, dog!’ I cried, as I shook him to and fro while he gasped and whined and struggled. ‘The Raj of the Sahib-log is not yet ended, and if blood is to be let, see that it be not thie! In this district I am the Raj of the English.’ “I thre him from me, half stran- gied, and in a moment ke was all ab- jectness and entreaty. é “*Be gone!’ I cried, spurning him- “with my foot. He gathered hi:self to- gether and, whining excuses, dropped back into the darkness, “When he had gone I stood for an instant dazed in a world that had of a sudden been shattered about my head. I realized the disproportion of the white man’s numbers in India to those af the people of the soil. “The words which Haji Muhammad Akhbar~had spoken, hinting of the fate thet awaited English women in India, flashed across my mind, and “with them the thought of the one ing there in his pajamas, his face un naturally white in the moonlight. “I do,’ I said, “On no better grounds than mere native gup?” “On that and on a hundred and one things that have gone before and that now have a new meaning,’ I replied, “Well, I don't believe a word of it,’ he said sneeringly, ‘We'll talk it over in the morning,’ he said with a yawn, stretching himself insolently, “*You will do nothing of the sort,’ I said, and I could hear my voice vibrat- ing with a you may think I am a@ coward, if y ke. I'm responsible for what happens in this district, and by God, man, you have got to do what I say.’ “Well, I do think that you are a rather nervous person, but we'll see what my wife Ss. “‘Let me speak to her, please,’ I said. ‘As you will,’ he auswered with a shrug. “We walked back to the tent in si- lence, and presently Mrs. Harold came out to us, her tall, slim figure wrapped in a white dressing gown. “*Your husband thinks that I am an alarmist,’ I said, ‘but I have informa- tion of a general mutiny of our troops down country, and I know that the news is true. I have left my post in a@ moment of extreme emergency in or- der to bring you all in to my fort, which is the nearest approach to safety that I have it in my power to offer fs Everything depends upon my get- ng back before daybreak and before fhe natives know thated have left the lace; but- I won’t go without you. Will you come—now, at once?’ “Yes, she said simply, bending those grave, true eyes steadily upon me. ‘We will come, of course. And thank you. You have risked a great deal to come to us, we understand that, and we are grateful.’ “Of course,’ chimed in Harold, grudgingly. ‘No doubt you did what you thought right.’ “Miss Harold joined her brother in his scoffings at the news and at its bearer, but I cared little enough for that, I knew the event wauld prove me right; Mrs. Harold had thanked me and had shown that she understood. I asked for nothing more. “I rode at her side during the whole of the remainder of that night. The sense of my proximity to her, and my knowledge of the fact that her safety must largely depend upon me, upon my efforts, upon my wits, upon my courage, infused into me a new el- thusiasm and energy, and fixed my de- termination to come out on top or die, solid as a rock. " “Just after daybreak we came to the outskirts of the town. A Muhammadan mendicant in a long green gown was exhorting the people. His face, livid with excitement and contorted with en- thusiasm, was straining heavenward, and his long white beard flew back over his shoulder as he poured out a stream of fierce words and jibs that bit deep ;a debt—to you, into the hearts of his hearers. He| was foretelling the downfall of the British Raj. “I glanced over my shoulder at Har- bridle-hand was trembling. thing in a raucous, falsetto voice, and | I caught the words at once, “*Your fellows down country have mutinied and killed their officers,’ I cried to Harold. that man said? “God help us, God help us.’ he ex-! claimed in that same voice~“Let us get on—to the fort.’ “A great strapping Muhammadan, a butcher in a red turban, leaped from the crowd and seized the rein_of Mrs. Harold’s horse with one hand. The other held a meat chopper. The horse reared. I rose in my stirrups, raised my loaded riding crop and brought the butt down full between the fellow’s eyes. He dropped like a log. “Get on to the fort, Harold, in God's name, and take the ladies with you,’ I cried breathlessly, for now I was lay- ing about me with that heavy butt, and the people, screaming with fear, were tumbling over one another in their eagerness to get beyond the reach of my arm. “I caught a glimpse of Mrs. Har old’s face, flushed with excitement, her eyes flashing with enthusiasm and a sort of fierce delight. “Oh, how splendid of you!’ she cried. ‘How splendid!’ and then sho and Harold and his sister were off, at e, tense Harold leading. “The crowd had fallen back before me, and I rode straight at the Mubam- madan preacher, I hit him, as I had hit the butcher, full between the eyes, and I felt the bone shatter beneath the blow. “*You dogs!’ I cried. ‘You dogs who dare to bark because fools tell you that the Raj of the British ts ended, get to your kennels like the whipped curs you are, And when sense re- turneth to you, come to me at the fort craving pardon, lest I send word to the government of the wickedness in your hearts, and the hide be stripped from you in punishment. Go!’ “And then, why then, and it brings tears to my eyes when I recall it, for India, though like children they be easily led astray or aright as a man may chance to lead them—the crowd set up a throaty shout, not of rage or defiance, but of approval and admira- tion. “It is well done!’ cried many voices. ‘It is well done, and behold our Sahib is a man, Let the Raj stand or fall elsewhere, here the Raj and our Sahib are one; and see, the § lies yonder in the dust, It is in truth well done.” or “I turned my -horse slowly and walked him up the hill to the fort, For me at that moment the world held only one thing—Mrs. Harold’s face—and that too said, ‘It is well done,’ and I think also ‘thank you.’ “After that there came some anxious times, but in the end mine ne of the districts that had no r ny his- tory. Harold's nerve had been shaken by that scene in the town, and the worst of it was that he couldn’t get it vack and that his wife saw it. “At last it was safe for them to leave, and I thanked God for it, though life didn’t seem to offer much to me when she had gone out of it. Anyhow, I I was to avoid making a fool of my- self, and she—well, she was everything that a woman ought to be. “The evening before they were to go away I came upon her sitting in the veranda cf my bungalow—we had moved out of the fort ages before, in spite of Harold's frenzied protests— and she began to speak of all, she was pleased to say, they owed to me, “Don’t, I said. ‘It is I who owe It is you who have helped me, helped me to play tue man.’ “T don’t think you wanted much help to do that,’ she said very seriously. “In a moment we were on our feet, facing one another, and her hands were in mine, I knew then, I know no that I might have kissed her, But—it would have hurt her. “Instead I stooped and kissed her hands. “Goodbye and God keep you,’ I said, and turning, left her. “That, I know now, was my greatest | the A JUNGLE FIGHT. moment of all—a moment that might so easily have been spoiled for her, for me. “So now instead I have my memories —memories of things done, and one priceless memory of @ thing left un- done; and now, as I sit here waiting for the end, they give me all I ask of happiness and of contentment.”—Corn- hill Magazine. Never Wore Pajamas. At a function on Main strect a bash- ful young lady was taken in to dinner by an elderly professor who was a bit deaf. To start conversation, she said: “Professor, do you like bananas?” “Yes, my dear lady,” he answered, “but I think I prefer the old fashioned night shirt.” —_—<<——<— Had a Strong Breath. An Irishman leaned over the coun- ter in a jewelry store and said to the clerk, “Give me one of your best wed- ding rings.” “Eighteen karats?” he was asked. “No, ating onions, but is it any of your infernal business?” | Crocodiles, i old, and I saw that he had grown| im Liane and Migpepetemi | white, white to the lips, and that ae “A native in the crowd yelled some-| ‘Did you hear what e fort—to| a Ballop up the hill toward tae fort,|° they are men, these Muhammadans of} } ahib stands | while the fool who spoke vain things | ., knew it was the only thing for me, if AMONG WILD BEASTS. | Endanger Lives of Railway j Builders in Africa, . COFFEE DOES HURT Make the trial” yourself—leave, off, Coffee 10 days and_use POSTUM { in_its place, The building of the bridge at Vic- torla Falls and the Cape to Cairo Railway has suddenly and necessarily | brought a great many people together it this spot, where there was previous- y but au occasional traveler or hunter. | sides the birds and the butterflies aud the fish, the chief living animals were lions, elephants, hippopotami, | crocodiles, jackals and hyenas, The crocodiles were found to be so! imerous—as many as_ thirty being) n together sometimes—that they have had to be killed in great numbers for the safety of the people at work. |” One giant saurian killed a man and a woman, and was itself killed only af- ter seizing another man. A native woman was taking water: from the river when the crocodile knocked her in with its tail, seized her in its hor- rid mouth and dragged her away. Her husband was close by, but was power- less to save her. He determined to be avenged, however, and for several nights waited in a canoe with a load- ed gun. He, too, disappeared, and it is thought the crocodile knocked him out of the canoe as it had knocked his shh off the bank, and taken him to its ole. A week later it got another man, but instead of taking him into its hole, it ried him to an island, Here its tim got hold of the reeds and strong srass, and held on so tightly that the crocodile could not get away with him. Of course he screamed with all his might, and a gang of men with crow- bars went to rescue him. This they succeeded in doing, and also in slaying the dangerous monster, These croco- diles are so ravenous that it is not pos- sible even to keep dogs with safety, and parents living near the river are in constant dread of losing their chil- dren, iThat’s the only way to find out: Postum is a sure rebuilder and when you cut out the coffee and use Postum instead, you get a taste of health, for the aches and ails begin to leave.’ You may THINK you know, but you don’t,~ A Ulsn hereon: “until after the. trial, 2% Remember ~ One of the lions killed had also filled up the measure of its iniquity ere it met its doom, The scene of its depre- lations Was a native village some dis- @ north of the Falls. 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