Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, February 19, 1923, Page 8

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PACF FICHT eens INSTALLMENT NO. ONE 3 “Set down my thoughts, not yours, ff the tale is to be worth the pesa.” The wherefore of my privilege to write a true account of the Princess Yasmini’s early youth {ts a story fn {tself too long to tell here; but it came about through no peculiar wis dom. I fell in a sort of way In lov with her, and that led to opportunity She never made any secret of the acorn which she regards those who singe wings at her f1 n's pas- sions but weapons forged for her nece: and as for genunine love. affairs, like Cleopatra, had but two, and the second ended in disatstes to herself. This tale is of the first one that succeeded, although frought with discontent for certain others. Her ancestry !s worth considering, since to that she doubtless owes a| good proportion of her beauty and ability. On her fath side she ts Rajput, tracing her lineage so far back that it becomes lost ut last in| fabulous legends of the Moon. Her mother was Russian. On that side, | too, she can claim blood royal, not} devoid of at least a trace of Scandin- | avian, betrayed by glittering golden hair and eyes that are sometimes the color of sky seen over Himalayan peaks. How a Russian princess came to marry a Rajput king is easier to un-/ derstand if one recalls the sinister de- signs of Russian statecraft in thr da: when India and “warm sea: water” was the great objective. In those days there was a prince in Mos- cow whose public conduct so notor jously embittered his young wife, that when he was found one morning mur- eered in his bed suspicicn rested upon her. She was found gujlty and con-| demned to death. Then, a certain proposal was made to the Princess Sonia Omanoff, and no one wondered that she accepted. Lees than a month after her arrest she was already in Paris, squander- ing paper rubies in the fashionable shops. And at the Russfan Embassy in Paris she made the acquaintance of Maharajah 1 really n fell ta love at said. But si‘a were at that only or her the wecret elbow, too, course could tion and her senten hinting gave from extradl At any 1 she listened to the Rajah's woo! and the knowledge that he had a wife at home already seems to have given her no pause. So they were married in the pres: ence of seven witnesses tn the Rus: sian Embassy, as the records testify. After that, whatever its suspic'éns, the British government had to admit her into Rajputana. And what poli ties she might have played, whether Russian gray-coat armies might ha encroached {nto those historic hi"ls on the strength of her tntriguing, whether she would have seized ti first opportunity to avenge herself Ly playing Russia false,—are matters known only to the gods of unaccorm plished things. For very shortly after the birth of | cuffed him the minute they were out, he came up the steps, appraised her their child Yasmint, Singh, her ma- harajah, died of an accident. | When the American Blaines, hus- band and wife, came to Stalpore in Rajputana and acquired the only ya cant covetable house nobody was very jealous, because tho DBlaines proved hospitabte. It was a sweet little nest of a house, owned by a money-lender, who leased “LE_MY HUSBAND HAD KNOWN HE WOULD HAVE STAYED TO RECEIVE YOU.” ft to the Blaines on an eighty cent basis The front veranda faced due east raised above the garden by an eight foot wall,'an ideal place for sleep be. cause of the unfailing morning breeze. The beds were set there side side each evening, and Mrs full ten years younger thar nd—formed a habit of rising in the dark and standing in her night dress with bare ect on the utmost edge of the top atone step, to watch for the mirac'e of morning She was fabulously pretty like that with her } per r blowing and her young 1 through the lr and met ifr es unobse Now, when-e houre changes hands| ‘A STORY OF INDIA. | Southern California! And something | earns Aneesh wate sevens As sissee Guns of in Rajputana there pass with it, as as the rats and cobras and the| those beggars who were wont to plague the former owner. So} when 1 cracked voice broke the early | stillness out of shadow where. the} garden wall shut off the nearer. view, | Theresa Blaine pald small attention | to it ongoose, “Memsahib! ot poor!’ Protectress the She continued watching the mys-| tery of coming light. As the pale stars died, thin rays of liquid silver touched the surface of a lake to west- ward, seen through a rift between purple bills. “Colorado!” hues appeared. she sald as wondrous! “And Arizona! And added that I can’t just “Bin’s added by the ec growled her husband from the bed. “Come back, Tess, and put some clothes on!” “I'm plenty warm." “Maybe. But there’s some skate looking at you from the garden.” However the dawn wind was de- Uctous, and the nightgown more de cent than some of the affairs they | label frocks. Besides, the East {s used to more or less nakedness and thinks no evil of it, as women learn icker than men. All right—in a minute." | ‘Il bet there's a speculator charg: | ing ‘em admission at the gate,” grum-| bled Dick Blaine, coming to stand be-| side her. ‘That's a dawn worth see- ing.” He had the deep voloe that the East attributes to manliness, and the mus- cular mold that never came of arm-| chair criticism. She looked lke a child beside him, though he was agile, iry, not enormous. | whined the beggars out of | darkness still. “Better feed Nonsense. Those are three regu-| lar bums who look on us as their pre- They enjoy the morning as much as we do. Begging’s their way of telling people howdy.” | “Somebody pays them to come,” he | place!" ‘em, Tess." rve. “What are your bums'| Umra and Pinga. Now| is the or ith no front teeth, one eye, and Pinga atically.” | of dogs. strikes me we only Umra ought to keep a good big fierce one, he sa‘d “Um safe enough. Tom Tripe usu a'ly look day when Ton 5000 fellow. but onc day——. A hundred tt happen. 1d better. sy to Tripe about those three bums—he'll shift them!” “Don't, Dick! They keep others way. Look, hei © chota hazri."" A stout Hindu appeared, superin. tend’ng a tall meek underling who carried the customary “little break-; ast’ of the country. Chamu drove the hamal away tn front of him, and comes Chamu with of sight. “A big dog might serve better after all”” mused Tess. “Chamu beats the servants, and takes commissions, even from the beggars. Only, if we fired Chamu.I suppose the maharajnh | would be offended. He made sic al great point of sending us a faithfu' | servant.” “True. Gungadhura Singh is a suspicious rajah. If we fired Chamu! he'd think I'd found the gold and was trying to hide it.” | She took his arm and they went into the house together. Twenty minutes later he rode away on his pony. Their leave-taking was a pure- ly American episode, mixed of com.| radeship, affection and just plain} loolishness, witaessed by more wo. dering, patient Indian eyes than thpy suspected. Every move that elther of| them made was always watchéd Someone comes on Chamu announced. Who {fs it? Some one coming for breakfast? You'd better hurry.” | The breakfast-time is one of malities of even be the ¢ sembled a Brit com He was a Rajput of Rajputs, thin-| horseback," | Robert E. BARNEY GOOGLE-- Im atmosT LOSING oY MIND = DNS THINK “HOSE BLACK HANDERS REALLY MEAN “To SHANGHAD SPARKY 1€ I DOwT Come ACROSS WiTa THOSE “THOUSAND JS (2) one Tu AROUND STALE Smackers 2? — THar's (T. AUNTIE, PUT IT Right THERE suredness old of arrogance which peopl nm able to learn only »y Leng torn to it. Hia fine features . a turban of rose-pink was not a vestige of hair Ages are hard to guess re set off ty sik. Ther on h’s face. in that land. Tess was back on the veranda in time to receive him. The Rajput as inch by inch from the white shoes up- ward until as he reached the top their eyes met. | Tess could not remember ever hav- ing seen such eyes. 'Th mat- fing by their quality of br like the usual shim®rot that p press e y wer ut bowed and, ffercd him al | HA Johnston KEEP ‘ouR SHIRT SPEU AND SEE (& THERE'S Act. THWG SUSPICIOUS — | Woxorre IF IT Wit Work MABEC Che Casper Daily Cribune the Gods TALBOT MUNDY =—AUTHOR OF "THE EYE OF ZEEFTOON" Illustrated b "TREASURE. ROMANCE and MYSTERY HANG Your. FoR A Tel Se INSIDE With SPARKY © IF ANYTHING HAPPENS + BLOW YouR WHISTLE ette a: there wir 8 minute’s silence during witch she began to grow un ec mfortable. “I wan ridttg efter breakfart—u) there on the hil! whe-s you sce tha « +ging rook. when If canbe sight of you ho on the veranda Yon, too, Were watching the dawn— Deuutifull! I love the dawn. Bo I thought T weuld come and: get to krow you. Peoplq who love the same thing. you know, are not” exactly strangers.” aoe | ‘IL Gor Nov, Gm. GooGte uy} i MONDAY, FEB. 19, 1923 almost, if not quite for the first} NOTICE FOF PUBLICATION proof, to establish claim to the land ime Tess grew very grateful for chamu, who was still hovering at hand. “If my husband had known, he would have stayed to receive you.” “Oh, no! I took good care for that! conUnued my ride until after I isnew he hed gone for the day.’” ‘Teas saw light suddenly. “Are—are those three beggara your soles?” she asked. The Rajput nod- ded. \Another fine installment tomorrow.) Departm of the Interlor, U. 5. Land Office at Douglas, Wyoming, January 19, 1928. _ Notice is hereby ate that Ray- mond C. Rubush of Casper, Wyo- ming, who, on May 21, 1921, made homestead and additional home- stead entries, No. 028921, 028922, for homestead, 8%, and additional homestead N% section 85, town- ship 85 N. range 80 W., sixth prin- cipal meridian, has filed notice of intention to make final three-year NOW I CAN'T SEE WHY MRS. BLOSSOM, IF SHE KNOWS SO MUCH ABOUT SKEEZIX, 13 SO AFRAID OF TELLING ANYBODY - ABOUT IT} iil A qu — OH Bov—THat FEELS GooD. — (Ne Bren WISHING ALL DAY, THAT WE Coutp GET DOWN To FLORIDA BEFoRE THe SEASON S OVER. WHY, | UNDERSTAND THAT SHE HAS REFUSED TO TELL EVEN WALT. WALT CERTAINLY HAS A RIGHT TO KNOW AND SHE CLAIMS TO BE SUCH A gooD FRIEND OF HIS! chatr, which Chamu drew up more fussily than ever. “Have you had breakfast?’ asked, taking the conscious risk. Strangers of allen race are not in variably good guests, however good she looking, especially when one's hus Land ts somewhere out of ca’ Sho looked and felt nearly young é as this man, and had already exper fenced overtures f:om more than ono 5 young prince who supposed by was her an horor. pa to closely guard ~women's| the Erst wastes little time bairiers whe in woeing when pasted or down ly cursous,* and Chamu “Thanks, It « bre the Bu aro to't irrestib there was weforo chal Katput 9 1 the proftered | iwing the bi se passed him or Ugarette box tet me offer you a ¢1ink.” Jecinid boa drink and cigar TH He F ik DNS eS PUNic steacs (OA Taank HEAVIN’= | FoR ONE ‘AN. IMMUNE FROM THIS SHEIK CRAZE - GIVE ME MEN OF THOMAS MEIBHANS TYPE! MISS. DEAN IS RIGHT — FROM, Now ON IM GONNA BE & TWO fsTED, RIP SNORTIN’ - HE 1 CAN'T STAND THE INSULTS FROM THESE HARD-BOILED TENANTS ANY LONGER! BUNCH OF CODFISH ARISTOCRATS - THATS ALL THEY ARE! = z ives oY Lew ANOTHER FUNNY THING VS WHY WALT WILL STAND FOR BEING TREATED THAT WAY, BELIEVE ME, IF t WERE IN HIS SHOES VO COT HER COLD! above described, before Marion P, Wheeler, United States Commis- sion it C. r, Wyoming, on the third day of March, 1923, Claimant names as witnesses: Oscar Walls, William Burch, AF bert Amiotte, J. B. McMahan, all of Casper, Wyoming. B. J. ERWIN, Register. Publish January 22, 29 and Feb- ruary 5, 12, and 19, 1923. By Billey De Beck YY THinkine He V7 SAME THING /| — \WHAT SAY, OLo LADY.” WALT'SEEMS TO THINK SHE'S, SOtCH A WONDERFUL PERSON.BOT 5 GOT WALT WRAPPED AROUND HER MUST CONFESS /UTTLE FINGER. | tcAl N'T SEE HE'S UNDER ©nrs-coidane Tone AHoy, TRERE! —AND WHATS MORE, I WON'T STAND FOR IT !t 1'M GOING ‘To LOOK FO! Ado8! I QUIT Bi Wuaré TH MATTER KNOCK YAH Bow-= LeaoeD (FE Y'DIDNIT CALL HIM A, SHEIK! With THaT TELCY EEN —HE USE TA JES’ FOR TALKIN’ LIKE THAT — Youre FIRED! AN' Y'NEEDN'T ExPEecT ANY REFERENCE FROM ME tH! A

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