The evening world. Newspaper, December 16, 1919, Page 19

The Yellow By Will Levington Comfort Barr Supreme Monarch of an Island Fortress That Lay Like a Jewel on the Purple Waters of the Southern Seas—This Was The Yellow Lord. No Man Had Crossed His Path and Lived. of the Coming of Bowditch, Soldier of Fortune; of His Love for the Girl Chi War That Brok Rares ‘THE EVENING WORLD OFFERS A NEW SE WEEKS. » the Monarch’s Power ‘THE EVENING wor sr a ar aE LD, TUESDAY, DECEMBER 16, #919. ae RRs. Lord at last frentiy reen, and of the 3\ tho window I remov RIAL STORY EVERY TWO handled and hung it up on a hook the cover and gazed upon und was very arduous to Major Holt, who | eled table bearing many viands, | A browned fish, a deep-green sals a pot of perfect coffer, showed me, however, to a little} player-piano—that no automatic bungalow on the compound near the| player could do just this—at least, castle, which I considered right hos-|none that I had ever heard, Here Pitable of him, especially when I| was form and fulne nd personality found it admirably fitted and ar-|in every bar. It was matebed to the *| ranged within. moments as they glistened by. It Presently the taps began at my| had something to say to me that no loor, on each occasion a different| plate, or disk, or, recotd could ever servant, always Chinese—each time! tell. ‘There was air, earth, water and @ separate service, hot water, to fire In the story—a figure forming in | reading matter, a kind of glowing dusk. *, ample butfet a| Twas standing. I went to the door Read out to the little porch of the galow. The sound came from onc covered cage, very | by a warm-hearted| of the screened and darkened win- domestic on tip-toe, who carried it to | dows the so-called castle. I sed the compound and stood would have gone around and ente fi ry pair of marigold pintin-| from the inner side, except for the | nies, very rare except in the twilight | big Gate. >) jungles of the Lorcherings. The male | @ touched my arm now bird began singing at ¢ 56 et nee, saying that Hoy Mon 4,| Was ready to make my ntance. »y | He led mo through the sentry door of (Coprright, 1018, Ww tke Gebtee Hf. Doren Company.) the window, feet comfortably clevated| the Gate and through a richly flow- pines to the sill,’ surveying thom approv-| ered and palm-shaded court to the SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTER. | ingly from’ time to time, and the cas-| small outer office of the Secretary to John 8 American sol Aimself stranded tn Shangh A nove z.| tle across and the song birds above Yellow Lord. An elderly man font ate of off the Chiurse Coast. It w Sacadciens taaud, | ny head, After long, the sound of a] With much dignity and mystery, Hoy ena ts vuled y Trut eing Wee at the taland plase from ¢ s the compound, | Mon, & shiny scar upon his chin and CHAPTER 1 | } Continued.) advanced SAT down at the edge of the pong hae compound and waited until a| (0° 10 white man, gray hair and mus-| His na tache, fuce a bit flamed, came] told me t forward, inquiring if there was any- thing he could do. I saw at once |first, but that he had expected to find a beg- | Just now Bar or beach-comber; in any case he seemed to know that the peace of ‘ie World was somehow disturbed by |% Place o coming. My eyes were called to him doubtless the man for me to see gether unusual affairs. upon him therefore to conduct me to couldn't get over the idea that together le L toward the explained enough —that I had cc @ was Major Holt, | fore in hat the Secretary, Hoy Mon, filled cup play-pianc that Hoy Mon was occupied | Pit¥Piteg’ with unforeseen and alto- | Tt devolved) pit of musi of rest and refreshment. 1 1 this >, Oe Oe Ss ‘schaikovsky’s “E Hearing it two or three years be- wit por COAPTER IL [ was that inimitable waltz from T hin ever ibly, but [ since, ir like the hushed bi: ic 1 the cage above my head, r a perfume Ailmon Califor +“ ALM DIA Christmas Almonds ° ‘And besides table use, these big, full-meated California almonds are just the thing to bulge the children’s Christmas stockings. .They make delicious candy and cake, too—and when home-sal brown and buttery. » Last of ted they are appetizingly | all, have you ever tried! California almonds in you turkey dressing? ~There’s! a Christmas treat in store if you haven't. But be sure you get the genuine Blue Diamond almonds —grown in the valleys of California, where almonds reach their highest degree of perfection. Blue Diamond almonds are grown, and marketed by the California Almond Growe' rs’ Exchange, the largest handlers of almonds in the world. So be sure to say “California” to your dealer, and you'll get quality almonds with paper-thin shells and tender white meats of perfect flavor. { CALIFORNIA“ALMOND GROWERS’ EXCHANGE ‘San Francisco, BLUE DIAMOND BRAND 4 California _Almonds from the Valleynof California Ask your dealer for new-crop California Almonds. ery 2S AIF, a. ig ee Pe Ra ae a, oe. Sa 0: “cal ct aoe FEI ge. ask for extra window trim ma- terial, hes mot closed yet. information from U. H ley & Co,, Selling Agents, New York—Boston—Philadelphia, . To Our Friends n Onegin.”| I ew York had left an un- | woman's voice brings the truth like a gust to a man’s heart he is, how helpless after all how lonely Remember almonds on display sell many times quicker than almonds not displayed. them under the counter. put in an almond window dis play. eae oe Soe Tee glint of green to his eyes. “You came from Singapore?” I explained, “Why did you come? told him of the advertisement, 20 you like it here?” ‘There was a flicker across the green eyes of Hoy Mon when he asked cer- vin questions, like the wing of a bird obscuring the sunlight for a fraction | of an instant. For seve about the m moments I explained itary qualifications and SSE SIS EOS A SOS Digg IO IO Se eS we & 0 Se OT ; a. a wa nh 7 the Retailers: Keep counter—not Better yet, on the Material ip enclosed in Blue Diamond bag. Also The $3000 prize contest Detailed Dud- ! | so I discouraged it, asking questions Gradually it dawned that this wasn’t permitted to sit under the palma for waltz would alw: service of libation, as Hoy Mon said. The piano began again. I was court, A Chinese appeared, asking if 1 wished anything, but 1 nodded brusquely, Another touched my arm, but called forth only impatience. The door from whence the sounds came was open, but @ screen f aperture, It artially eov- ered the was very shadowy within after the stinging sunlight of the court * * * still I looked in, A long low-shaded room, bamboo branches waving at the win- dow, a full-sized concert instrument robed in maroon velvet as a protec-| tion against the tropic humidity, and a white lifted face turned slightly | to the curtain which I held apart. Her hands kept on playing: It must have seemed strange 0 her * * © two of the house ser-| vants:at my elbows, I in slippers and a bit wild-eyed from the music; awe and reverence partially disguised in American laughter. Whatever she felt at,ghat moment could not com- | pare the vague revelations to! Prevoheaie beautys 1 was conscious of fear, a Kind of ecstasy, and over | all a heavy door seemed opened for me to enter, a door into some new slavery. | "Phe two Chinese waited for her (gesture, still touching my elbows. She smiled and ox¢used them, and then came forward to me, “Play it again,” T said. She turned obediently, and there were five or seven minutes in which I only touched the fringes of time and space. She seemed inwardly joyous to have some one listening, The faintest color dawned in her face, up- lifted and shining with its inner light. Lam not going to undertake any kind of description now only to say that this girl had it adk—dark brown hatr, ‘eyes that looked into you, smiled and | were always on the verge of disclos- | hing you were not quite eyes that didn’t take fear quite seriously, but made muoh out of the big warm laugh at life—throat jand lips and all, matters of perfec- tion, infinitely satisfying on the one hand and yet bringing me that woul | deep fear n the other. | 1 heard myself thanking her. She listened critically, her hands/in her lap. I saw her joy at the coming of | stranger, though. there appeared a pmplication about it, She gave me her hand when I told her my name and said: “Tam Major Chireen Holt" “Chireen” I repeated, “It's a Persian name,” she added | “My father and mother were in Persiii whén I came. He was called Ameer | John. Holt.” What does it mean asked, She laughed a ttle and the suf- n of color was very dear even in dusk, but the answer was fin- Holt's daughter— { Chireen?” 1) fu: 3 a Persian name that means | sweet) My mother liked it.” | It seemed we took a step nearer to- ether, ‘Things happened quickly in | those first strong days. But I knew | that I was expected at my quarters, and turned to go. | Back in my room I found the caged pintinnies singing gaily. Sitting by the window I thought of the girl. Some- | thing desolate crept in with the night and the reaction, * A big voice in the compound, a quick knock at the door, and a rather formidable stranger appeared there with a laugh and a hand extended, “Mr. Bowdlte tidy tell me,’ he began. “I am Jérry Comitu * * ¢ Comitu, yes. * * * TI keep tab on the field bosses. * * * Chinos do best under a white man's gad, Mr. | Bowditeh.”” Past fifty, but an interesting ruf- fian—narrow waist, broad shoulders, rakish handling of himself, fierce mustache and a glittering eye. He |helped himself to a drink ‘and ™ marked that my sideboard hadn't | begun to be stocked yet, and every- thing would be right in this regard when Catten got back. “Only few of us whites on the island,” he explained in a manner that intimated he was glad to set me straight on certain external affairs. I told him that I had some difficulty in getting the inter-relations ordered in my mind “Only eight of us,” he went on. “Catten and you, Major Holt and his son and daughter, my woman and my girl, Magda, and myself. Catten lives next door to you. Holt and my- self with our people are quartered in the castle.” Comitu then informed me as a kind of added favor that Major Holt was aging rapidly, not the man he was, by any means; couldn't take a drin and forget it, as he used to. I saw that my caller relished this subject, about the island. Altogether the evening supplied new facts. I tried to learn why nincumbered white gentleman” was worth good pay and unques- tionable dignity in Magdalena, but nothing that satisfied me came. Comitu could be cryptic ‘There was said to be five or six hun- dred male natives on the island— mixture of Malay and Singalese, but we whites of the Yellow Lord's estab- lishment were completely folded 1n by his Chinese, two hundred in all, including tho field hands, and no womenfoik, He yas really interest~ ing when he talked about the planta- tions and the island itself, seeming to have a joy in the fields’ and hills and at least a patronizing friendliness it the natives. ‘urious little devils, “They need a white m I recalled that he had sald that about the Chinese, too ‘Tl take You over to see old Labu- | lamo, their "he added, “Phat lardy old pelican, brains, too, braing In right plaec between the eyes, not all in the back he muttered of his neck." Yot such a bad evening, after all a little long, a little draggy, and a lot | of pain in the hand * ¢ listening deep from time to time, a/ lamp deep within burning that had} never been lit before. At last, toward | northern world, quite alone and arose, crossing the world, New York, Chicago, California, midnight, I heard a few ha a from Tschalkov extraordinary that still house. Comitu sat down n, I was weary of talks—even his talk ure, a mania of th ‘One of the Chin of hidden tre man boys with the] explained glibly.| be amaze how these | A white man's music. | I nodded. My hand lifted for him| to withhold his words se I eould lis ten * * * &he only played for | mome r two. T had a faint hope that ir was a to me, a bit of ticing Ingeauity for my peace of mind “The fact Is, T xhould like to hear t Chinese play more,” 1 said. | One rete pretty ary for an earful of nusic down in this country." CHAPTER TL &, batile, the vagrant conti. | dences of Jerry Comitu, then the sd-night message from th niane. 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More than this, it makes the powder stay on two or three times as long as ever before, When you go out in the bitter weather slip a tube of Pond’s Vanishing Cream into your bag or muff along with your powder, Use it 4s soon as your face begins to sting, Do your hands get very chapped and dry in winter? Or do they get, not ex- actly chapped, but rough with tiny pieces of skin peeling off? Every time you wash your heads during the winter, rub be as- quickty You will tonished to find how they become soft and smooth again, Pond’s is very soothing to chapped ankles too, and the roughened skin above the shoe where the biting wind has come straight through your thin silk stockings. In the very coldest weather, after your regular nightly cleansing with Pond’s Ce/d Cream, leave a little on your lips and face. It is made with an oil base and will help replace the natural oil the freezing air has dried out of your skin, ‘This Cold Cream will keep your lips soft all winter. For perfect protection your skin needs two different creams. Pond’s Vanishing Cream should be used as a protection from cold and dust and to cure chapping. It has no oil and therefore can be used as often as you like dure ing the day without leaving a trace of shine on the face, At night, for supplying a lack of oil, for cleansing and for massage, you need Pond’s Cold Cream, ‘This“bas the oil which your skin needs so much in winter, Neither of these creams will encourage the growth of hair on the face, Use Pond’s Creams often in cold weather. ‘They will keep your skin soft all winter, You can get these creams, im either jars or tubes, at any drug or department store, ~ Everything was “interent eince