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CEYLON 

THE PARADISE OF ADAM 

THE RECORD OF SEVEN YEARS* 
RESIDENCE IN THE ISLAND 

BY CAROLINE CORNER 

WITH SIXTEEN FULL-PAGE ILLUSTRATIONS 



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^ CHAPTER I 

Cynthia's arrival at Colombo — Her new home— What the Bird 
of Paradise told her— The Paradise of Adam— What of Eve ? 

^ Pp. 1-5 

CHAPTER II 

Description of Cynthia's bungalow in the Cinnamon Gardens— 
A Ceylon entourage — Pomp and circumstance versus crudity 
— •* It's never To-day, always To-morrow "—The " custom 
of the country" Pp. 6-12 



CHAPTER III 

Forbidden fruit : and consequences 1 — Sherry for the pudding — 
How C^thia first violated those '< customs of the count^ *' 
— A weird awakening—" Bad devils " and their " ways " in 
His Majesty's First Crown Colony, otherwise the Paradise 
of Adam Pp. 13-18 



CHAPTER IV 

Cynthia's earl^ morning mount — King's House axid Mrs. Gmndv 
— First ride in a buU-hackery — Moonlight of Ceylon— A 
y^ genuine Yakkadura (Devil-dance) — Diablerie and its fascina- 
tions — A Taincama under hypnotism restored to her normal 
condition — ^The weirdness of weird ceremonies : from mid- 
night till " magpie " mom Pp. 19-30 



CHAPTER V 

Cynthia's best gown — Its fatcr-An Indian dhurzee — King Solo- 
mon, nothing less^MotVs delight — East versus West— Motl 
could and Moti did Pp. 31-4X 

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CHAPTER VI 

Cynthia on the verandah surroanded by her pets — Happy days 
— ^Who flourish best in the First Crown Colony ?— Punch and 
his iprejudices — ** European not like dirt'* — The Colombo 
Municipality— One of its *» customs " — Another violation — In 
perilous proximity with an invading cobra — Cynthia's 
admiration — A picture in the sunlight— Punch to the rescue 

Pp. 43-54 



CHAPTER VII 

Another " custom of the country '*— The Muttu^s dinner-party — 
An invitation for the Durasani — Cynthia's perplexity over- 
come by a bright idea — Nineteen fine fiat rats . Pp. 55-60 



CHAPTER VIII 

An expedition into the jungle— To travel^ la gipsy — ^A Bohemian 
gipsy's prediction to be fulfilled— How the Sinhalese drive — 
What about the R.S.P.C.A. in Ceylon ?— Putting up at an 
i4m6a^ma (rest-house) — A tea-planter tells an amusing story 
— The footprint on Adam's Peak and what came of it 

Pp. 6i-«9 



CHAPTER IX 

Gipsying in the moonlight — A perfect dreamland : with curious 
inhabitants though — They fall in with a fakir — Two 
prophecies : one fulfilled — A rogue- elephant abroad — 
Government reward of £$ offered — Cynthia's resolve— A 
midnight call on Mohammedans — A minah present and a 
houri compliment Pp. 90-97 



CHAPTER X 

Puggarees to be pinned up — Mischievous monkeys — Cook, the 
consoler — A webby -white ghost visible in the moonlight— A 
prize for the Psychical Research Society — Human supremacy: 
and conceit — Life not worth a moment's purchase in the 
Paradise of Adam « Pp. 98-102 

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CHAPTER XI 

A scene from Macbeth — How C3nithia took her matutinal tab— 
Devastation, desolation — Driving a pair of miniature bulls 
not in the native way — ^They pay a visit to an ancient rock 
temple — ^A Buddhist monk and the modem madam over the 
top of a palm-leaf fan — *' Such treasure ! such waste ! " — ^An 
" awful example ! "—Was this the " Rogue " ? . Pp. 103-1 10 

CHAPTER XII 

Cjmthia's first ** At Home " in the jungle— A shock to woman's 
vanity — A good night's rest disturbed — ^An alarm— Wild 
buffaloes break in— All up and armed — Exciting spectacle in 
the moonlight— Bungalow and occupants in deadly danger — 
A majestic presence — ** An elephant, by jove — ^ Dear old 
Rogue!" Pp. XXI-117 

CHAPTER XIII 

* A scene worthy of a Dante I " — ^The jungle ablaze— The monster 
pursued by flames and smoke — A soul-thiilling situation — 
How the big boa-constrictor emerged — Better than sport 

Pp. 11S-120 

CHAPTER XIV 

A queer creature : was it a blue-faced gibbon ? — Human 
neritage: woe! — Cynthia envies the mischievous merry 
monkey— A sanguinary stream — How they lost one of the 
little bulls — A gargantuan maw — '* Hard up "—What should 
they do ? — Mohanunedan kindness — *^ There's no place like 
home" Pp. 121*128 

CHAPTER XV; 

A strange experience of an opium-den — How the different races 
are affected — ** Chinaman glory in tears " — A Tamil tom- 
tom beater runs amuck— The greatest surprise of all 1 

Pp. 129-135 

CHAPTER XVI 

The Portuguese-Ceylonese: interesting people — Cynthia receives 
an invitation to a Stram-strom — Cynthia accepts — Poor Mrs. 
Grundy— The fandango^ the strombelh at their height— A 
scene of revelry by night — ^The monsoon bursts — A sodden, 
satin train! . . . ^. . . Pp. 136-143 

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CHAPTER XVII 

A Tambie (Moorman hawker) calls — Cjmthia rejoices when he 
tells her he'll bring her a good cook— Cook comes— Queer 
in aspect, but a treasore! — Revelations of another order in 
the kitchen — ^A pedant compelled to return to earth as a 
humble Tamil cook — Dictionaries — A bibliomaniac in 
dictionaries Pp. 144*153 

CHAPTER XVIII 

Cynthia is introduced to " Catseye"— CAtn-CAfu lost— A strange 
experience and prediction—" When blood shall flow "—The 
prophecy of the Wonder and the Sign — A gorgeous sunset 

Pp. 154-160 

CHAPTER XIX 

Cynthia attends a Doladima — A picturesque scene in a coconut 
garden by the sea — ^The 365 usages of the ubiauitous coco- 
nut — ^A KaUadiya chaunting 1013 maii^ras— Fulfilment of a 
prediction — Cynthia's dismay . • • . Pp. 161-164 

CHAPTER XX 

A ''Master-Mason" appears on the scene — Cynthia begins to 
understand some of the " customs of the country " : not all 
— Her siesta disturbed— Crowds in the compound— A chase 
in the lake — A timepiece stolen — A summons to the Police 
Court— Then to the Supreme— How law is •* dispensed " in 
Paradise— Cynthia's unsophisticated amazement 

Pp. 165-179 

CHAPTER XXI 

Justice in Ceylon— The ''mills "that grind both ''slowly" and 
"exceeding small " — '* Where every prospect pleases," &c. — 
Peter Robinson's parasol and its achievements— Worthy of 
opcrorbouffel Pp. 180-191 

CHAPTER XXII 

In the District Court— Mr. Commissioner Mulligatawny- 
Cynthia's hero-worship of genius — A custom of police 
sergeants of the country— What Sir Anthony Oliphant said 
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CHAPTER XXni 

Something more in Cynthia's line— Another expedition— Catholic 
missionary influence apparent in Mntwat— A dreamfol eve 
— Cynthia's story whilst driving to a Hindu temple— Thc^ 
interview a BrsUimin Priest, a Wise Man, and Hermit 
Soothsayer in a sanctuary at sunset • • Pp. 195-206 

CHAPTER XXIV 

Mount Lavinia the Beautiful I — The advent of some of the ladies 
of the Hdrim of Ar^bi Pacha — Cynthia decides to entertain 
d la London Society lady— husbands without their wives, it's 
easier: and nicer — Under the mangoes revelry — Lemon 
squash — Cynthia next day visits the ladies of the Hdrim — 
Her embarrassment concerning a present — ^Must ask her 
husband — •* Humph!" Pp. 207-2x6 

CHAPTER XXV 

Their visit to the mountain capital, Kandy — ^The Perehera on — 
Everybody there— A splendid show — The ugliest works of 
creation— Essentially Oriental: bixarre, picturesque — An 
imposing tableau as nnale : ** It almost reached the sublime " 

Pp. 217-223 

CHAPTER XXVI 

Perideniya Botanical Gardens and a clairvoyante dream— A 
greeting from Ardhi Pacha— Both Aribi and Cynthia are 
charmed — C3mthia learns to make ** mocha" from the 
venerable Pacha— Funny little Nubians !—Arabi Pacha's 
piteous longing, " Only to return home ! " . Pp. 224-230 

CHAPTER XXVII 

Cynthia's preference for the handsome Afghan — An officer's story 
in response — '^ Allah is great! Allah is good!"— A Moslem's 
inflexible faith Pp. 231-254 

CHAPTER XXVIII 

The fascination of the East— What it is and what it isn't— 
Cynthia's new venture — A podyan (page-boy) from India — 
Friday's advent — Friday's progress — Friday's escapade and 
its result — ^A small chapter of " customs of the country " 

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CHAPTER XXIX 

Magnificent matrimony — Cvnthia attends- the nuptials of a 
Chettie caste bride and bridegroom — Embarras de richesse — 
How Chettie brides are gowned and gemmed and conduct 
themselves — How Chettie ^bridegrooms conduct themselves 
— The inevitable W. and S. — Primitive but splendid 
Cynthia the cynosure of a hundred black orbs — A " golden 
father " and a ** poor little martyr" . . .Pp. 269-278 

CHAPTER XXX 

A trip to the Hills— Lovely Nuraliya ! — Cynthia's finery and its 
fate— An adventurous journey in a rickshaw with a quartette 
of wallahs — Stranded yet safe — Uda Pussellawa at last I— 
Explanation — An outbreak of smallpox — CooUes quarantined 

Pp. 279-288 

CHAPTER XXXI 

Cynthia's desire to attend Sijeewama gratified — MascotU firactious, 
rider compelled to dismount — Two thousand four hundred 
mantras recited at this interesting ceremony — Cynthia for 
hours perched on a coconut palm stump without the 
charmed circle — Mascottc asleep . . . Pp. 289-294 

CHAPTER XXXII 

The Ceylonese credit-system— Cynthia's resolve — ^The tea- 
planter and his story Pp. 295-316 

CHAPTER XXXIII 

The "little tin gods of Ceylon "—The change at Aden with the 
cummerbund — Blue blood and brains and " stars '* that set — 
Will East and West blend ?— What Cynthia's seven years' 
experiences taught her — ^Where was the Bird of Paradise ? 
and Betsy? — ^The crow's reply: It's a "custom of the 
country" Pp. 317-324 



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The Authoress Pnmtispue* 

Landing Stage, Colombo, and Custom House where 

Cynthia's belongings on arrival were '* passed " . . 2 

A Street in the Cinnamon Gardens, Colombo, where Cynthia 

lived— with Rickshaw and Wallah awaiting . . .18 

Netun Karewayo, Devil-dancers, and Berewayo, Tom-tom- 
* beaters Rehearsing in a Cocoanut-wood for a Yakka- 
dura. Devil-dance 26 

' Moti could, and Moti did " 40 

Double-bullock-cart which served as the Gipsy-Caravan . 64 

A Water-faU on the Hills of Ceylon with Adam's Peak in 
the distance. The Footprint can be seen upon the 
side of the Mountain 78 

A Group of Veddho (Aborigines of Ceylon) with bows and 
arrows, in the jungle. Only some thirty now are extant. 
They have never been known to smile . .122 

The street between Dehiwalla and Bambalipitiya on the 
way to Mt Lavinia, giving a view of a Hindu Temple 
and a native shop, used at night as an opium-den . 130 

The feathery bamboos lining the river where in a pile of 

stones *< Catseye '* had his temporary abode . •154 

A group of Sinhalese monks in the Plms^la with priest 

seated reciting Bana 218 

Cynthia's Tamil page-boy, Friday 258 

'< Friday " having his hair dressed for the '* Pongal " on the 

high road to Mount Lavinia 266 

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On the beautiful Kelaiyni river to visit the famous Kelaiyni 

Temple 288 

Tamil women plucking tea 296 

A foot-mount cut in rock leading to an ancient temple, 

erstwhile Hindu, now Buddhist 304 



The frontispiece is from a photograph by the Reflectum 
Studio, Hurlingham, S.W., and the other illustrations 
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CHAPTER I 

Cynthia's arrival at Colombo-^Her new home— 
What the Bird of Paiadise told her— The Paradise 
of Adam : What of Eve? 

CYNTHIA had only arrived in Ceylon 
that morning. Passing her stupendous 
load of luggage through the Customs at 
Colombo, and seeing it stowed away in 
a big bullock-cart for a six miles' journey, had 
occupied the time till tiffin at the Grand Oriental 
Hotel, familiarly called the G.O.H. Later on, 
some couple of hours, she found herself seated 
on the verandah of her new home, an idyllic home 
so far as appearances go. 

"A Grecian temple set up in the Garden of 
Eden," she had likened it to on first beholding. 

**Can ordinary mortals live ordinary lives in 
such abodes, amid such surroundings ? " she had 
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Now she sat — or rather reclined on a " lounger " 
on the broad stone verandah, covered over here 
and there with a few soft Indian rugs — wonder- 
ing I What was her life here to be ? 

The heat-laden atmosphere was not conducive 
to speculation, however. Heavy with the scent 
of tropical blossoms in profusion — the orange, the 
myrtle, the passion flower, rai mal and areca, the 
air seemed to be possessed of narcotic properties, 
or was it merely fatigue that overcame and caused 
her to feel drowsy ? So drowsy that when a Bird 
of Paradise came and peered inquisitively at her, 
she fancied she was indeed in the Garden of Eden, 
so lovely a creature surely suited this fair illusion. 
Cynthia's eyelids drooped and flickered as the 
sunbeams glinted on the proud bird's gossamer 
tail, flickered and drooped until they closed. 

Silence. Not a sound ; not a rustle. Only 
heat and golden sunshine and silence. All nature 
was asleep— slumbering in a golden bath. Even 
the talkative tit- willow was silent, taking a susta 
with the crows — that noisy crew — and the spar- 
rows — those overgrown fellows — and the little 
dark-eyed squirrels and tiny tortoises — all were 
silent, at rest. 

Only this Bird of Paradise was awake and 
abroad. Very much awake, he trod the verandah 
with the air of a king, glancing every second in 
the direction of the young Englishwoman, whose 



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head lay back on the soft silk cushion, whose eyes 
were closed in sleep. 

'* A newcomer, eh ? "—Was Cynthia dreaming ? 
A voice seemed to speak in silvery tones, while 
the little red feet of this princely bird paused in 
its patrol, and the beautiful shimmering tail was 
spread out in full view of Cynthia, had her eyes 
but been open to see. " A newcomer, eh ? En- 
raptured with our lovely isle, TU warrant, already. 
A contrast, certainly, to your foggy London and 
its dirty sparrows. Bah I " 

Yes. It was the Bird of Paradise speaking, and 
proud as he was handsome he looked 

** Well, it's kind of you to invite us to afternoon 
tea. My wife will be here presently. All feminine 
creatures love the gossip-hour. fV0 are mere 
escort — noblesse oblige. By the way, I hear that 
expression is becoming obsolete amongst your 
people. Ah I you didn't know we could talk and 
are given to discussing your affairs? There's 
something yet to leara Perhaps even we of the 
jungle could teach you something if you gave us 
the opportunity. We often * talk you over,' as 
you say, and sometimes terminate the discussion 
with a vote of censure on some of your ways. 
Whew I here comes my wife." 

A dowdy little bird some might call '^ homely ' 
fluttered down to the side of her magnificent mate. 
She had a penetrating, round, black eye, though. 

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That she fixed upon him. A little of the " starch *' 
went out of him then, and he appeared to shrink. 

*' Too personal, am I ? Well, that is bad form, 
I know. But, Betsy, my love, now doesn't your 
own blood boil when you see wholesale slaughter 
of our loveliest — golden orioles, dainty king- 
fishers, jays of the heaven's blue, parrots and 
parakeets — for what? To adorn the women- 
folks' headgear. I saw a specimen at the King's 
House the other day. A — ^ye } Very well, Betsy, 
my dear. 111 say no more. Qur-rhl how the 
mosquitoes bite I It's not all bliss even in Para- 
dise. You'll find that out if you stay long enough. 
It's the custom of the country." 

"Adam, the father of sdl, found something 
wanting when driven out from Eden. He parted 
from Eve on the Plains of Mesopotamia prior to 
his banishment to Ceylon, the Paradise of Adam. 
Chuck-chuck ! " The Bird of Paradise chuckled, 
but pulled himself up quickly in face of that pene- 
trating, round, black orb of his mate. 

"Yes, yes, I've got my wife. I'm aware of 
that, Betsy, my dear. Eve only was banished to 
Hadjdz, since called the Paradise of Eve. Poor 
Eve — no Adam I Poor Adam — no Eve. What 
Paradise!" 

" But we are becoming sentimental ; and senti- 
ment" — turning to the sleeping girl, fresh from 
the world's metropolis — "sentiment's out of date. 

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YoM don't think so. The moon's made of honey 
still to you; the world's still Eden. All right, 
Betsy. I'd only have her know that tAis is the 
Paradise of Adam, and I, / am the iin^f.** And, 
turning, this beautiful creature shook out that 
magnificent tail so that it presented all the 
appearance of r^al robes set with priceless 
gems. Then there was a flutter, the patter of 
bare feet, and a voice. Cynthia awoke. 

" Dinner-gong, lady." 

It was a chocolate-coloured man in white, 
wearing a " poll-comb," resting on the crown of 
hb head, who spoke — an apj>oc, or head servant 

Cynthia arose. No bird of paradise was there, 
no ''Betsy" — only a few remaining crumbs on 
the stone verandah. 

The sun had set, the moon was rising. From 
a vision of gold the scene was changing to a 
dream of silvern beauty. 

The birds had flown, but the verandah was 
aglow with fire-flies ; and though many blossoms 
had closed, others had opened at the call of 
night 

'' Paradise— the Paradise of Adami" mused 
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CHAPTER II 

Description of Cynthia's bungalow in the Cinnamon 
Gardens — ^A Ceylon m$i(mr0gi^^Foaip and circum- 
stance versus crudi^ — " It's never To-day, always 
To-morrow " — The " custom of the country." 

A DESCRIPTION of this new home of 
Cynthia's is of paramount importance; 
first, in that it bears so close an associa- 
tion with the forthcoming narrative, 
secondly, because of its future use and value to 
other ingenues fresh from "home." Exteriorly then 
the bungalow resembled, as Cynthia said, "a 
temple " built on classical Greek lines. White, 
virgin white, all of it. Some are yellow, others 
pink, and so on, but these are invariably in the 
occupation of " natives.'' The European draws 
the line at white. White the stately pillars of the 
square portico, white the pillars on either side, two 
of them, some twenty feet, within. These four 
pillars lined the long stone verandah screened by 
closely wooded tats and curtained by trellised and 
clambering creepers, as well as carpeted by Indian 
matting and a few loose rugs. It was a bunga- 
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dise of Adam. In the centre of the verandah, 
and facing the imposing portico, was a pair of 
jakwood doors lofty and large, by day always 
wide open, except when the monsoon rages 
wild and furious. At top of these doors were 
elaborate perforations by way of ventilation 
and decoration both. The Sinhalese are mightily 
proud of these designs and achievements, and 
always when bargaining for the bungalow draw 
European attention thereto. The locks of these 
doors, however, leave much to be desired. Why 
they have locks at all is a mystery, starting from 
the point of their usefulness. A push and a shove 
and the lordliest of doors gives way, and one finds 
oneself in the drawing-room. Herein lie the 
pomp and circumstance of the dwelling — b, queer 
combination of East and West — the bungalow 
being the only point where the centripetal and 
centrifugal forces of East and West do meet and 
mingle. The effect, although bizarre, is pic- 
turesque and somewhat artistic withal. Civilisa* 
tion and barbarism, crudity and culture, the latter 
depending on the European occupant tndividucUfy, 
for colUUiuely culture is conspicuous by its 
absence in Ceylon — ancient and modem, every- 
thing antithetical and anachronal arranged to- 
gether in a delightful oUa podriga of the Orient 
and the Occident All of the best is here how- 
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low, and of the occupant, who, if a "Service 
Man " lets that fact speedily be known. As on 
the verandah wicker chairs and bamboo tables 
preponderate, those from Singapore with cushions 
after Liberty being very comfortable indeed. 
A teapoy or two is de rigueur, as likewise are the 
card table, cabinets in beautifully carved Bombay 
wood, whatnots, and bric-a-brac of the gentle- 
woman of to-day, that is if she determines to live 
as though she were still resident in, say, South 
Kensington, as did Cynthia — alas ! 

The walls are a feature of the Orient In 
Cynthia's home they were " distempered " olive 
green, with stencillings of salmon pink, very 
effective and restful to the eyes. From a distance, 
however, the walls bore a distinct resemblance to 
a map in a London rsulway guide. Lines and 
lines traversed them, meeting sometimes and 
forming mounds that might be junctions, then 
diverging and continuing from floor to ceiling, 
from ceiling to floor, ay, and across the floor, lines 
of mudy constructed by white ants all over the 
rattan matting. A Colombo dwelling boasts of 
seven different genus of ants, each with an indi- 
vidual taste in the way of appetite, although all 
are gourmands, thence nothing falls foul of the 
ants, from the interior of the piano to the interior 
of the sugar basin, with everything between, the 
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their account, and even then the white cloth is 
traversed by opposing regiments of them soon as 
laid. The ceiling — ^a mere sheet of ckunamed 
(whitewashed) canvas stretched tighdy beneath 
the tiles— permits of a few inches space against 
either wall as an exit for huge furry spiders 
which, when the lamps are lit, take their walks 
abroad from their nests in the tiles, foraging for 
gnats, mosquitoes and whatnot for their next da/s 
dinner. 

There is always a smell of damp and mildew 
in a Colombo bungalow, even though it may be 
in the aristocratic Cinnamon Gardens, as Cynthia's 
was, indeed at " Hyde Park Comer," so called I 
albeit, the rooms are well open to air if not 
always to light, for the jalousies must be closed 
to shut out the heat once the sun is in the 
meridian. 

Again, Oriental architects are uncertain in 
their disposition of windows. One room may 
have many ; another none. However, Cynthia's 
drawing-room had three, while a small apartment 
on either side, which were called respectively a 
" boudoir " and a " study," were all window from 
ceiling to floor, although the " spare room " — a 
large one — ^was windowless. ''One never knows " 
might be an addendum to the tea-planter's motto 
for Ceylon : " It's never to-day ; always to-morrow." 
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of the pomp and circumstance^ being only divided 
by a screen — a remarkably handsome screen of 
beautifully carved jakwood, reaching almost to 
the ceiling. The dining-room, however, boasts 
of an Austrian pinewood ceiling, which, though it 
may prevent insects flavouring your soup, certainly 
renders the atmosphere hotter, spite oiih^fmnkt^. 
The only item distinctive, saving the punkah^ 
which is addicted to St. Vitus's dance owing to 
the wallah continuously being caught napping, 
was the extraordinary number of soda- water glasses 
on the dinner-waggon and the display of delicious 
tropical fruit 

On either side of these pomp and circumstance 
apartments are the bed, dressing, and bathrooms. 
Cynthia's overlooked the plantain fringed lake — 
a truly lovely view ; the others, the compound, in 
which trees — suryas, peepuls, papois, castor*oil, 
pomegranates, sugar-cane, cocoa-nut, date and 
areca palms flourished; while bougainvillaea, 
beaumontias, pine-apples, pumpkins, cucumbers 
(large as vegetable marrows), with trailing colum- 
bine and begonia formed a luxuriant tangle over 
a carpet of orchids and blossoms that spring up 
in a day and make a cool and cosy couch for 
snakes. Right in front of Cynthia's bungalow 
was what to her was its glory — to the gharry- 
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dant whh blossom. Such blossom I Bell-shaped, 
each fell from each branch several feet in length, 
in colour red, brilliant as fire. Over tibe roof, 
over the entire front compound, the branches 
stretched, a gargantuan umbrella of fiery bios* 
soms — a veritable sight to behold. This was 
Cynthia's new home. 

And now a word for the household economy. 
Practically it was in the hands of the Appoo^ or 
head servant, called by Europeans unaccustomed 
to such a functionary (often as not, may be, to any 
household help whatsoever), "my butler." The 
Appoo is, indeed, not merely a star of the first 
magnitude, he is a sun, around whom all the domes- 
tic system revolves. Cynthia was inclined to be a 
bit afraid of such a mighty personality. He had 
been her husband's servant for seven years. 
Brides, beware of these bachelor factotums! 
House-boy, dressing-boy, coolie, even the ayah 
is subservient to him. Not so the cook, who is 
a law unto himself and a terror over his '' mate '' 
or assistant ; not so the Muttu, or horsekeeper, 
who only makes his appearance twice a day at 
the back verandah door in order to exhibit the 
'' paddy and gram " prior to giving to the horse, 
as he would say — ^previous to purloining, as 
Cynthia soon found out. The duties of the 
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bucket on the back verandah in water rich as 
the best mulligatawny, the secret of which lay 
in the fact of its never being changed ; and of 
playing " understudy " to the grandiloquent 
Madrasee at those times when the culinary 
regions reeked with arrack. Dhobie and garden 
coolie resided not on the premises. The Mutlu 
and wife or wives did — in the stable adjoining 
the horse, mats taking the place of straw. 

So much for the domestic economy, which, 
however, is very subject to change when a Euro- 
pean lady takes the reins in hand, as Cynthia's 
soon did. Bachelor bungalows are run on different 
lines. 

** It's like the old game of family coach with 
these native servants," remarked Cynthia, after 
about a month's experience, ^' always one or other 
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Forbidden fruit: and consequences!— Sherry for 
the pudding — ^How Cynthia first violated those 
« customs of the country'' — ^A weird awakening — 
««Bad devils'* and their ''ways'^in his Itfajei^s 
First Crown Colony, otherwise The Paradise of 
Adam. 

WEEKS passed by. Cynthia was 
instated in her new home. 
"It's not thecustom of the country.'' 
This, to Cynthia, appeared to be 
the text on which all one's actions in this new 
strange land should turn. Now her broad mind 
rebelled at restrictions — "cramping/' she called 
them. For instance, the regions of her home 
beyond the back verandah being sacred to the 
native servants, no European foot should enter 
there, she was told. On Cynthia's skull there was 
a bump, not of inquisitiveness, but of love of ad- 
venture. Accordingly, when the servants had 
taken themselves off, which they ought not to 
have done, Cynthia determined to indulge this 
characteristic, ** customs of the country " notwith- 
standing. And she did. TAat evening Cynthia 
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The cook, a Madrasee and a fine figure of a 
man, was, withal, excellent in his own way. 
Soup, fish, entrees^ sweets, with curries galore — 
all were unimpeachable, as were his immaculate 
white suit and Turkey-red turban. This de- 
scription applies to Keribunda on view; KerUmnda 
in private was an altogether different personality. 
Once Cynthia set eyes on him in private — and 
flew. His appearance defies description, as does 
that of a Ceylonese kitchen, wherein toothsome 
luxuries and daintiest of dishes have birth — along 
with myriads of insects and multi-myriads of 
odours, each more noxious than the other, all 
arising from putrefying refuse heaps. It was not 
this, however, that made Cynthia fly ; it was the 
soup, that excellent wine-like soup being strained 
through KeribufuUs loincloth I 

Alas! for having partaken of the forbidden 
fruit of knowledge I 

Keribundds sweet puddings were delicious. 
Perhaps they ought to have been; Keribunda 
was always sending the podyan (boy) for a 
*^ little sherry for the pudding, please, lady;" so 
often that a bright idea occurred to Cynthia's as 
yet unsophisticated mind. ^' Here is one glass of 
sherry y^ the pudding, and another for cook — tell 
him." An inspiration, however, that did not 
answer. The request came oftener, and with it a 
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Cynthia had much to learn re the customs as 
well as the non customs of the country. 

Now, Cynthia was naturally a light sleeper. 
Her slumbers soon came to be disturbed between 
I and 2 a.m«, when she heard voices in the com- 
pound On mentioning it, the answer she got 
was, *' Natives walking to Colombo. They prefer 
to walk at night ; it's cooler. Try not to notice 
it You'll soon get accustomed to it" 

'*How clear the atmosphere must be for 
sound to be so audible at such a distance," 
she was thinking, for the compound was a large 
one. 

Next night, or rather morning, she awoke and 
listened. Surely those voices were nearer than 
the road. She was half inclined to get up and 
reconnoitre. But black faces and forms in the 
black darkness of silent night are not such com- 
monplace things as they are by day. 

Wnen she spoke of it next day, her husband, 
looking amazed at her half-formed resolution to 
get up and reconnoitre, said, ^'On no account 
Wake me next time." 

This she did — next night 

"S— shI" once he was well awake. "Our 
cook's voice, by George! What's he up to? 
Where's my gun } *' 

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have such a horror of firearms. *' Let us put out 
the lamp and peer through the jal(msies.** 

The stone verandah stood out in the darkness 
of night ; so likewise did the white raiment of 
some dozen natives asquat» each with a plate of 
curry and rice» into which some two dozen black 
hands dipped, while the lordly figure oiKeriiunda 
towered majestically above them alL 

''A restaurant for vagabonds, eh! V\\ settle 
the rascals." The gun was requisitioned now. 

"Don'tA^o^itl" 

But Cyndiia's entreaty was drowned in the 
wrenching open of the back verandah door. 

"Cook? Keribunda? Hi! ho! there." Not 
a sign nor the vestige of a human being was 
there. Bang! bang! bang! It was only the 
butt end of the gun on the kitchen door. No 
response. The one little opening which did duty 
as a window revealed nought but darkness within. 
All was silent as the grave. 

Bang ! bang ! bang ! again. Again no response. 

'' Unlock the door or I break it open." 

"I thought I heard a snore/' whispered 
Cynthia. 

" Yes. Don't you hear } He's sound asleep." 

"Open the door or — I'll fire through the 
window." 

Now a movement suggestive of a stretch — 
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" He's awake. Don't fire, pray," said Cynthia. 

Then the key turned in the lock, and the 
figure of Keribunda with drapings degagis pre- 
sented itself. Too sleepy presumably to take in 
the situation, Keribunda gazed, then yawned, 
then rubbed his eyes and gazed again, then 
yawned— bewildered. 

"Where are they? the rest of the rascals? 
Speak, or I'll " 

" Master speaking I not understanding* No 
rascal here. Gentleman's house this," at last 
Keribunda woke up sufficiently to say. 

*^Yes, and you make of it a restaurant for 
vagabonds. Where are they, I say ? " 

'^\ not knowing rascals, vagabonds, sar. I 
gentleman's servant — high-class Madras cook." 

•* Where ar^ they?" 

"Master saying p'raps I drunk, I not under- 
standing. Lady know, sar, I telling no lie. Good 
Christian man I bringing always from bazaar." 

"Tush I Where in God's name have the 
rascals got to? Tell, and I — I'll look over it 
this time." 

" I telling master if master come look. Not in 
kitchen, master see. Not there. Master come 'way, 
I telling master. Lady hear, lady get 'fraid." 

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As the two moved aside : 

**Sdjr" said the Madrasee mysteriously, ''big 
devil come, walking round the bungalow. Every 
night that devil come, sar. I want tell master, 
but lady know lady get 'fraid. Very big, bad 
devil that, sar." 

•* But there was more than one voice ? " 

''Master not knowing ways of bad devils. 
Bad devil many tongues got. All many tongues 
talk together* Many tongues this bad devil got, 
sar, ve — ry many." 

" I should like to see him. Where is he ? " 

K$fi6umda shook his head gravely. 

" Gone, that bad devil, no more wisible." 

" H'm I Then next time he comes I'll greet 
him with powder and shot" 

But, alas t that greeting had not a chance of 
coming oE Next day Kerihanda having re- 
ceived his "pay" and a little "advance for 
clothes " befitting a " gentleman's house " became 
likewise "invisible," as also did sundry litde 
things that became the property of bautifne 
keepers, who invariably indulge in double dealing 
literal as well as figurative. Both " customs of 
the country" the European soon becomes ac- 
quainted with, if not quite reconciled to, in His 
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Cynthia's early morning mount-^King's House and 
Mrs. Grundy — First ride in a bull-hackery — Moon- 
light of Ceylon — A genuine Yakhadura (Devil- 
I^ce)— Z>iadilrnirand its fascinations — ^A ramawMa 
under hypnotism restored to her normal condition 
—The weirdness of weird ceremonies : from mid- 
night till ** magpie " mom. 

MOST of all Cynthia delighted in her early 
mount. Before the sun had risen she 
was in the saddle. This is the time to 
see and to enjoy that most beautiful 
island Ceylon. Far out among the little native 
vills^es she would ride, unaccompanied except for 
the company of her faithful little dog. The Euro- 
peans she encountered later on her return stared 
and may be wondered, " Where had she been ? 
What business could a European have, a gentle- 
woman too, beyond the prescribed limitations 
of the Park or Galle Face Drive?" Little did 
they dream of the interest these solitary ex- 
peditions had for that eccentric English girl, 
as doubtless she was called. Those primitive 
vills^es are teeming with interest, did the Euro- 
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stitions, queer rites and quaint ceremonies are 
still believed in, still observed, while the many 
evidences of true artistic taste must or should 
appeal to the cultured and the aesthetic. As 
gems are discovered buried amongst mud, so 
jewels of spiritual worth may be found amid the 
filth and ignorance of so-called "heathen" 
Oriental village life. The Asiatic — particularly 
the Sinhalese — is reticent, because he is sus- 
picious of the European, deeming his interest — 
when he has any — curiosity idle, if not dangerous. 

One morning, however, Cynthia chanced to 
fall in with a native Mudaliyar, a learned man 
as well as a sort of local mayor and magistrate — 
the translator also of some of the sacred books 
of the East This man to Cynthia proved a mine 
of wealth. Was the lady indeed interested ? 
Personally this native Mudaliyar confessed he 
had little interest in the '' fantastic ceremonies," 
still held and believed in by the " simple villagers." 
His daughter was a Christian, he went on some- 
what proudly to tell. Of course Cynthia was 
glad to hear that, all the same she was very keen 
on drawing the learned Mudaliyar out. This 
she did, with the result of a promise being given 
to assist this English lady in her studies of 
Oriental rites, beliefs and occult practices. This 
promise was fulfilled. 

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but none of the stories she had read concerning 
them explained their raison ititre, or esoteric 
meaning if there were any. Here was a chance 
of seeing for herself and learning the truth, a 
chance not to be missed. The miscellaneous 
ladies attending King's House might shudder 
with horror, Cynthia resolved on attending a 
Yakkadura — a genuine devil dance, not one got 
up on the verandah of a European's bungalow as 
a novel entertainment and excitement for the 
distinguished visitor or the globe-trotter. 

On a certain poya, that is full moon night, 
Cynthia, accompanied by her husband, took her 
seat in a bull-hackery in accordance with the fitness 
of things, and irrespective of the '' customs of the 
country," dictates of Mrs. Grundy, and all else 
besides save her Cynthia's own delight in having 
this chance of beholding one of the strangest and 
most interesting sights in the world. 

Previously a Sinhalese astrologer had informed 
her that the times most favourable for occult 
rites are new moon, half moon and full moon, 
designated poya. At these seasons the barrier 
betwixt this world and the invisible is according 
to their belief for the nonce partially withdrawn. 
There are hours also in each day and night when 
the seen and the unseen may meet and to a 
certain extent mingle. These hours are termed 
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haunted hours. For instance* when the cook 
returning intoxicated from a commission on 
which he had been sent at mid-day, he had 
laid the blame on a ^' demon " that bad '' pos- 
sessed " him when out at that '' demon-haunted " 
hour: 

Again when a podyan (Sinhalese house-boy) 
stole an ear-ring the defence he set up was that 
no respectable servant should be made to dust at 
that untimely hour when bad demons are lurking 
about on mischief bent : he didn't steal the ear- 
ring, the '' bad demon *' did. Moreover it was the 
lady's own fault, therefore she could not blame 
the podyan. A somewhat trying philosophy to 
accept. But meanwhile the bull-hackery went 
jogging along the dusty moonlit road, bearing 
Cynthia and her husband to the Yakkadura. 
An hour thus brought them to an open space in 
the midst of a cocoanut wood by the seashore. 
The first thing Cynthia remarked were the altars 
— five in number, specially erected and elaborate 
in construction — real works of art, all of them. 
On each was a goodly supply of fruit, flowers, 
and edibles, mangoes, plantains, papois, custard 
apples, with the blossoms of the orange, myrtle, 
areca and ratmal, rice and curried vegetables — 
offerings to that particular demon to whom that 
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the sacred precincts being the Kattadiya^ the 
devil priest or charmer. 

For a Sinhalese a singularly fine man was he» 
the Kattadiya, deep-chested, muscular and tall. 
His only garment was a loincloth, a garland of 
garuUa leaves adorning his waist as well as his 
brow. His dark eyes shone out from his haggard 
face and seemed literally to blaze forth magnetism. 
There was no superfluous flesh on his well-knit 
fomL A statue of Hermes in bronze he might 
have passed for. In those eyes one found in- 
telligence, dominating intelligence, besides the 
physical magnetism his whole personality seem- 
ingly gave out. In his right hand he held a rod 
called a dharje$, said also to be charged with 
abundance of magnetism. 

'' A hypnotist," whispered Cynthia, '' a power- 
ful one too." 

After they were seated — ^there were only two 
chairs for the Europeans' accommodation — a gun 
was fired to signify the ceremony would now com- 
mence. The reverberation echoed and thrilled 
the broad expanse of the moonlit Indian Ocean. 

This particular ceremony or Sanni Yahm 
Neteena was for the purpose of dispossessing a 
certain Sinhalese woman into whom an evil demon 
was said to have entered. 

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haunt of evil demons, particularly at Yama hours* 
fell a victim to obsession — ^became in fact a 
Taincapta, as the natives say, or ^'made soli- 
tary." Since that evil hour her entire nature had 
changed, they affirmed. She had neglected her 
domestic duties — ^she who had formerly been an 
exemplary housewife, of late had taken to wander 
in graveyards (sokona) *' along with the demons,'' 
existing on roots, snails, and toads, and behaving 
generally in a '' shameless way," report went on. 
Her relatives being scandalised by such conduct, 
and being also well to do, had secured the services 
of a first class devil charmer {Kattadiya)^ who 
had the reputation of being unfailing in his en- 
deavours. The woman herself was present, shut 
up in a cadjan fisher-hut lent for the occasion, but 
at request Cynthia was granted permission to see 
her in her sad and awful condition. Sad and 
awful indeed that condition was ! Scarcely human 
this woman looked, she who was as yet quite 
young in years and previous to this mishap, 
whatever it really was, had been renowned for 
her comeliness and good character. The poor 
creature made no response to Cynthia's expres- 
sions of sympathy ; they fell on her hearing 
unheeded. Her human intelligence appeared to 
be frozen, while some other seemed certainly to 
obsess her; the light of a demon's eye surely 
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** Very bad demon this, Lady/' said the man 
deputed to act guide. But this Kattadiya great 
man» he drive out bad demon, woman get well. 
Lady will see. 

'' Many demons coming help this one : this 
garden soon full. But no good. This Katta^ 
diya drive all 'way. All get food, then at cock- 
crow all go 'way." 

At this juncture a band struck up, a native 
band composed of tom-toms, reeds, viols, cymbals, 
pipes. This was the overture. The music sym- 
bolised the facts of the case, and was really so 
descriptive Cynthia could follow, from what she 
had previously been told, the course of the t^'^fca, 

malady or affliction from which the erstwhile 
decent living village woman was suffering. It 
was easy to picture the simple creature going to 
the well for water, half reluctantly, for was she not 
aware that demons were on the lurk ? The over- 
ture only lasted some quarter of an hour, but this 
sufficed for telling the whole story. Cynthia fol- 
lowed the realistic musical interpretation intently. 
At its conclusion Netun Karayo or devil-dancers 
came bounding into the charmed circle : literally 
charmed, for diat rite of itself had been a cere- 
mony performed beforehand. The dress of these 
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masks and chains of wild blossoms. Others, 
instead of the masks, had their faces painted red 
and white d la Burden ; while others again 
were encased in skins of the cheetah* leopard, 
jaguar, or jackal. 

Whatever it was, the impersonation was wdl 
maintained The dance was, like the overture, 
symbolic Indeed, each movement, as each con- 
tortion of their lithe bodies, was full of meaning. 
Before each altar a different ''figure" was 
'' danced." It were better to say a mimic panto- 
mime was enacted. Then in front of the hut 
wherein the Taisuama was secluded, another 
"dance," outrivalling all the rest in frenzy. In 
response came from within a low savage growL 

'' Lady hear bad devil } " asked the ciunme. 

All this was accomplished with lightning 
rapidity. A gong was then sounded, whose 
reverberations seemed to shake not only the 
coast but the calm moonlit ocean. Simultaneously 
dance and music ceased. Not a leaf rusded, not 
a whisper broke the sudden death-like silence. 
Then the Katiadiya, with a wave of his dharyu^ 
commenced. In a nasal yet powerful monotone 
pages and pages of maniras were recited — ex- 
hortations, supplications, demands. At the name 
of each god or demon the garuUa-garlanded head 
bowed, and the dharjee was made to make a 
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enunciation might have been heard for miles in 
that silent tropical night Almost in the centre 
the priest stood, although his majestic figure 
turned slightly to that altar whose presiding deity 
(demon) he addressed* while clouds of incense 
arose from brazen braziers, upon whose embers 
handfuls of fresh resin and incense and other 
narcotics were continually being thrown. 

Alternately this continued — ^the Netnn Karmyo 
and their " dances " ; the Kattadiya and his man- 
tras — ^until nearly midnight Then came an 
interval, in which the priest sought rest and 
refreshment, taking a bath in the sea and chang- 
ing his clothes — as much as there was to change. 
What became of the ''dancers" Cynthia knew 
not They dispersed. The spectators strolled 
about chewing ''betel" and drinking king cocoa- 
nut water, so that the only sounds from the 
Europeans' vantage was the lap, lap of white 
wavelets on the sandy beach, and the distant roar 
of breakers away on the coral reefs. 

But on the stroke of midnight all reassembled 
And now came the piice de resistance. The woman 
for whose sake this Sanni Yakun Neteena was held 
was now released from seclusion. Defiantly she 
wrenched herself free from the hand that released 
her. Savagely she glared around at each and all 
until her wild eyes fell on those of the Kattadiya. 
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The wildness faded in them ; a somnolent, sight- 
less look took its place. Having pinioned her 
gaze thus, the Kattadiya commenced making 
circles in the air with his dhorjee. These circles 
he willed her gaze should follow. Even as the 
dhotyee went round, so did the woman's eyes 
follow, the circles widening until it was incumbent 
on her head, her bust to the waist, to move with 
the rotations. Faster and faster also became 
these gyrations, so that the form, which previously 
had been of cataleptic rigidity, relaxed, grew 
supple and — obedient And now a smile, a very 
faint smile, passed over the devil-priest's impas- 
sive countenance. Suddenly the uplifted hand 
stopped, with the wand raised high. The 
woman's eyes fixed themselves on it in a glazed 
and seemingly sightless stare. Then the Kattadiya, 
stooping, blew upon them. The vacant stare in- 
stantaneously gave place to intelligence, scarcely 
of a normal or human order yet though. Pointing 
the dharjee in the direction of the fisher-hut, the 
priest then willed his patient to return. Slowly 
she obeyed that will, reluctant still. 

Now wild shouts and yells heralded the return 
of the Netun Karayo, the Kattadiya retiring with 
beads of perspiration on his brow. To will in 
such a way is to part with one's very life. After 
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grand coup. Extending his long and brawny 
brown arms, with fingers pointing directly at the 
cadjan hut, his lustrous magnetic eyes looking out 
weirdly through the smoke of incense, a dead 
silence was maintained. The audience waited in 
breathless expectancy— waited for long, it seemed, 
though it might probably have been but a few 
minutes. Then diere was a rustle. Following 
that came the Taincama from out the hut, her 
eyes again wild and resentful. Mechanically she 
moved, as though drawn or propelled, moreover 
against her own desire and will. A step, and then 
another, and another ; her wild eyes fixed on the 
KcUtadiya half defiantly. So on, like an unaccus- 
tomed automaton until close— close beneath the 
KcUtculiyds gaze. 

Again the priest blew of his breath upon her^ 
on her eyes, her brow. And presently a long, 
low sigh, terminating in a shrill, ear-splitting 
shriek that rent the heavy atmosphere and died 
away far over the ocean, and the woman sank on 
the ground at the Kattadiya's feet The victory 
was accomplished. The demon was exorcised. 
The woman a Taincama no more. At a glance 
from the priest two of her relatives came forward 
and bore her insensible body away into the hut to 
be anointed and clothed in new white garments. 
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The first cock crew when she opened her eyes* 
seemingly awaking from a bad dream. A shudder 
passed through her frame; then she smiled — a 
smile of relief. Cynthia asked if she were well 
and happy, and the answer was : *' Oh yes, lady ; 
so well so happy. Only a litde tired, and want- 
ing to get home to my children." Then a gun 
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Cynthia's best gown — ^Its fiu&— An Indian Dhmm 
— King Solomon, nothing less — Moti's delight — 
East versus West — ^Moti conld and Moti did. 

'* T T 7 H Y not give it to a dhurzee? " some 

\ /\ I one said, referring to a precious 

y y cr^e-de^hine gown, the pet of 

Cynthia's trousseau, that only 

needed skilful handling to create of it ''a dream/' 

'' A dhurzee / " Cynthia had not been long out 

in Ceylon urgo the shriek, " My ex-fuisite cri^- 

de^hine?'' 

" Oh, but these dkurzees are geniuses, I can 
assure you," said the lady friend. ''That last 
habit of mine fits to perfection. I never send 
home for my things now, and rarely pay through 
the nose at the European stores out here. Try 
a dkurzee — do."* Now the lady adviser was 
herself a fashion-plate materialised, perfectly 
patterned say for church parade at the height of 
the London season. The fact of this being 
Colombo, with the thermometer at lOo degrees 
in the shade, was a detail to a leader of colonial 
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' 111 give you the address of a tip-top man — 
works for her Excellency. Try him, and youll 
declare him a Redfem — a Worth/' 

Cynthia sent off a ''chit" there and then : 

"Come to-morrow morning," addressed to 
N. Tamberaninyi'Pillai, Dhurzee Street 

To-morrow morning came and went without 
the shadow of a dhurzee^ likewise other to-morrow 
mornings, 

"Oh, that's nothing. The custom of the 
country: a little way they have/' observed 
Cynthia's friend. '' He'll turn up." 

And he did — when least expected — ^when well- 
nigh given up, in fact. 

At sight of his commanding figure coming up 
the compound, Cynthia was reminded of some 
scriptural personage of illustrious degree. A 
striking figure that inspired respect — ^reverence 
indeed— -a figure that seemed to radiate a sort of 
sacred importance. Such was N. Tamberaninyi 
Pillai. 

Appoo, Ayah^ Podyan, all were set about 
making preparations. Meanwhile, after a salaam 
to the Memsahib (for the dhurzee^ of course, is 
always Hindoo), N. Tamberaninyi Pillai walked 
with the grace and dignity of a prince — in a fairy 
tale — towards the regions where curry and rice 
is always en evidence. When all was ready, 
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of the Appoo. The Ayah — Moti stood at an angle, 
her much beringed finger in her mouth, her black 
eyes aglow on what might be termed his Serene 
Presence. 

" Now, Dhurzee^^ said Cynthia, nerving herself 
up to the occasion, " now, Dhurzee, I want you to 
make me an evening gown just like this," pro- 
ducing a fashion-plate from a recent issue of a 
London lady s paper. 

" This is the material — very beautiful, is it not ? 
Well, I want you to cut it so that nothing is 
wasted. The material " 

" Salaam^ lady — cloth '^ There was a politely 
corrective tone in the Indian's soft voice. 

" Well, cloth, if you like. We say material. 
Ahem ! Now, the skirt must of course be the 
latest, and the corsage perfect in fit. To insure 
this I've had the pattern sent out. All you have 
to do is to — well, be very particular and — ^and — " 
Cynthia meant to add " follow my instructions," 
but a pair of eyes, dark lustrous, deep— deeper 
than that well wherein truth is said to dwell — 
eyes with a power and a mystery in them no 
European can or ever will fathom, much less solve 
— such a pair of orbs was upon her, and Cynthia's 
power of speech was paralysed. Then the 
Dhurzee spoke. 

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menced to smooth out the cripe-de-chifu and tit- 
tered. She returned to the charge in a second 
or two, however, with a cough. " Ahem ! Now, 
Dhurue " — Cynthia prided herself on her softly 
persuasive tone at times : an Irishman once told 
her it would coax the stripe off a jackass's back — 
'^ Now, Dhurzee^ here is the table. I had it 
brought out on to the back verandah. Let us 
begin. Table, scissors, tape-measure, all are here 
at hand for you. But — ah ! Perhaps you'd best 
begin by taking my measure" (Cynthia little 
realised /^i(/ had already been done — ^figuratively), 
saying which she turned and turned herself about, 
hands on hips, in order to show off her slim 
figure at its best '' Now," when the pose was 
perfect. *' But," went on Cynthia, " I ought to 
tell you first, I always prefer — Ayak ? Ayah f " 
Glancing over her shoulder, Cynthia beheld 
Dkurzee and Ayah in close confab over '* chews 
of betel." "4yaAf" 

•* Yes, lady, I coming — 'mediately." 

'* I want you to hold the pins, paper, pencil, 
&c., while the Dkurzee takes my measure, and I 
want the Dkurzee " 

But a pair of bronze-brown hands were now 
uplifted to a hieroglyphiced brow, and a majestic 
head bent while a sonorous voice said : 

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paratory to treading the dust Then a right regal 
back was turned, and the right regal owner trod 
the steps of the back verandah in righteous indig- 
nation. 

*• Dkurzee ? Aycth T What is the meaning of 
this?" 

Moti, the Ayah, pouting her ^/^/-stained lips, 
stepped forward and said something in Tamil to 
the August Presence, who, after a brief while, 
returned to the verandah with an air of infinite 
condescension. 

Cynthia could not — being sensitive to outward 
impressions — but remark, and, yes, admire the 
bearing and manner of this lordly figure of a man, 
the bearing rather of one of those chieftains of 
old, endowed by nature or inheritance with that 
native dignity combined with grace no amount of 
instruction, much less affectation, can impart And 
yet this Dhurzee was by profession — if tailoring 
be a profession — but the proverbial ninth part of 
a man ! 

^'Dhurzee saying, Lady," vouchsafed Moti, **who 
know tailor-make-work best — Dhurzee or Lady ? " 

Now, as the answer to this question, even in its 
as yet unproven state, admitted of little doubt, if 
any, Cynthia deemed it prudent to reply with an 
amicable titter, and murmur something about his 
serene highness having his own way. Forthwith 
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sembling a pair of shears, were leisurely taken by 
one of the bronze-brown hands, while the other 
laid bold of the crhpe-de-chine en masse and 
dumped the same down on the cement floor. 
Cynthia's heart leaped. Then the shears-like 
scissors coursed the silken material at a canter. 
And all the while a pair of unfathomable black 
eyes retained a devouring gaze on Cynthia. 
Five feet seven and three quarters — her full 
length ; up and down those black eyes went, 
taking in apparently every curve, every crease. 
Cynthia's heart, after that one leap, stood still. 
Power of speech was paralysed too. Her exqui- 
site cripe-de-chine — mutilated — spoilt ! Little 
wonder she was stunned. Only when Moti 
spoke did Cynthia gather herself together, so to 
speak. 

" Dkurzee saying, ' Lady please go 'way.' 
Dhurzee not wanting lady more." 

A long, long breath was Cynthia's. Was it a 
sigh? as with a last look at her cripe'de^hine 
prone in length, she turned and went away — ^back 
into the bungalow, to the piano, where she 
sought distraction, oblivion, anything in Wag- 
nerian excitement on the piano. But no, the 
GStterdHmmerung even failed. Her mind was 
beset with the awful agony of the utter destruc- 
tion of her best evening gown. Fain would she 
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demanded the material — the "cloth," as this 
murderous Dhurzee called it, but a voice within 
said, "Wait" Oh, it was hard to obey! The 
trials of Tantalus were nothing to this. Crash ! 
came her hands down on the ivory keys. 

" rU do the accounts. Appoo, send the cook." 
Cynthia was a great believer in counter-irritants. 
Account-taking is one of a European house- 
keeper's utter human miseries in Ceylon. Cook 
came. An argument speedily ensued. The 
native is possessed of a special faculty whereby 
two and two are made five. His subtlety of 
argument, moreover, in explaining the why and 
wherefore is incontrovertible. Cynthia was soon 
involved. And whilst in this maze — this laby- 
rinth of metaphysics — ^her cripe-de-chine was for- 
gotten — for the time. 

" This something 'ceptional. Lady," explained 
Cook, entering upon a compound complication of 
reasoning whereby he sought to prove he had 
given seventy-five cents for a chicken when in 
reality he had only given fifty. Cynthia was 
fanning herself furiously, notwithstanding the 
fact of the punkah overhead, and trying her level 
best to follow the intricacies of the other side of 
the dispute when the Ayah came in. 

" Dhurzee saying Lady, please come see." Cyn- 
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not worth it '' to the Cook, who beamed and sa- 
laamed. Then there came a flutter at her heart, and 
after that calm— dead calm, " Spoilt, of course — 
ah, well I " And on she went to the back verandah, 
with the numbness of resignation. 

There was the Dhurzee, serenely chewing betel, 
the crbpe-de-ckine still on the ground, only that 
now it presented the appearance of a prostrate 
ghost, inform bearing an uncomfortable resem- 
blance to herself. 

Moti, advancing, picked it up. 

" Dhurzee saying Lady please try on." 

Cynthia, turning, motioned the Ayah towards 
her dressing-room. 

" Skirtie coming first. Lady." Then in a 
minute or two, ** Heigh-ho ! Skirtie fitting good 
— ^^ good." Moti's black orbs rolled with 
delighu ''That Dhurzee good. Lady— damn 
good — no ? " 

** Hush ! Yes, it seems to fit," Cynthia turned 
herself this way and that before the cheval glass. 
"Yes, the skirt seems all right. Now for the 
bodice Be careful, it's only tacked." 

" Heigh-ho ! " Moti clapped her hands and 
commenced capering about the room. 

*• Lady looking like picture in European read- 
ing-book. That Dhurzee good, Lady thinking — 
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said Cynthia, still revolving before the mirror. 
Then. '' Dhurzee?'' 

No need was there to call. The Dhurzu 
was there, at the door : natives have no notion 
of the sacredness of privacy. 

'* Oh, you're there. Well, Dkurzee, it's very 
good indeed. I do hope you won't spoil it — " 
continuing turning this way and that before the 
glass. 

Cynthia laughed pleasantly, sh,t felt those eyes 
upon her — *'I mean — it's really so excellent I 
hope, I do hope " 

" What's he saying, Moti ? " 

*^ Dhurzee saying Lady give now five rupees, 
Dhursee bring back dress in two three day." 

"Oh yes, he shall have five rupees— on 
account." 

" And, please let me have it back in three days 
at the most. I'm wanting it, and — I'm sure he'll 
make an exquisite gown of it, tell him. Here is 
the five rupees." 

Had he asked for double that amount it is 
probable he would have got it. The relief after 
the agony of direful anticipation, fear, dread, 
horror, was delightful. 

** Dhurzee saying Salaam, Lady. Dress he 
bringing back finished three day." 

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Ten minutes later, when Cynthia rang for 
Moti, after a third summons the Appoo appeared. 

" Ayah not nowhere, Lady," said he. 

** Oh, very well, Til manage. All the same she 
shouldn't have gone out without permission.'' 
That entire day passed without Moti's reappear- 
ance. So did next day and next, and next, when 
the new evening-gown was to be brought home 
by the Dhurzee. 

Alas ! day No. 3 came and went. No gown, 
no Dhurzee^ no Ayah. It was strange, to say 
the least of it. Cynthia trusted no harm had 
happened, nothing serious had occurred. Cynthia's 
husband smiled. So also did the rest of the 
servants. 

A post-card was sent to N. Tamberaninyi 
PtUai. No response. A telegram. No response. 
Then the Appoo with a "chit." The Appoo 
returned, not that day but next, at daybreak. 

" N. Tamberaninyi Pillai gone," said he. 

" Gone ? " echoed Cynthia aghast. Gone 
where ? The Appoo shook his head. 

"I'll go myself. Tell the Muttu to harness 
the horse and bring the buggy — at once." 

Within a quarter of an hour Cynthia was en 
route to Dhurzee Street Once arrived at No. 9, 
Cynthia descending found herself the centre of a 
crowd of Dhurzees. 

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house. I good testimonials got : King's House 
Governor's Lady I work. See, testimonials, Lady," 
and a babel of tongues and a forest of bare brown 
arms encompassed her. 

"Hush! hush! I want N. Tamberaninyi 
PUlair 

At the mention of this name much chattering 
went on in Tamil, all double-Dutch to Cynthia. 
*' Where is he ? I want to see him. I must see 
him." She had been long enough out in Ceylon 
to know the importance of the imperative. 
" Bring him." 

^' N. Tamberaninyi Pillai not here. That 
dhurzee gone 'way home India, Lady, ''week 
more 'go." Cynthia's heart sank and turned to 
stone. 

" And — my evening-gown ? — and — Moti ? " 

** Lady evening-gown, good gown Moti liking 
much, go too, Moti go too — all go India, not 
come back — never 'gain." 

Thus perished Cynthia's hopes, pride, all. 
" My lovely cr^e»<ie'Chine-'-<i^ \ " 

'' Moti I Moti ! how could you ? " 

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Cynthia on the verandah stirrounded by her pets — 
Happy days — ^Who flourish best in the First Crown 
Colony? — Punch and his prejudices — <* European 
not like dirt" — The Colombo Municipality— -One 
of its " customs " — ^Another violation — In perilous 
proximity with an invading cobra — Cynthia's ad- 
miration — ^A picture in the sunlight — Punch to the 
rescue. 

THOSE were happy days for Cynthia, 
seated at her writing-table on the veran- 
dah, with her faithful terrier Punch on 
guard, Chin-Chin, a pet turkey, as near 
as Punch permitted, and Chau-Chcm, a minah, 
chattering a polyglot of English, Sinhalese, and 
Tamil, to the amazement of the passengers passing 
by in the gharries. These were her companions. 
But the nearest always, as well as the dearest, was 
Punch. Now Punch, begotten of Judy, was the 
" ugly duckling " of a brood of seven. Applications 
in plenty came for his brethren, none for himself. 
" That dog only good for kill rats, plenty in 
kitchen," was the verdict of the Indian cook. 
<< Master, let me take that dog on back veran- 
dah, never I let go in bungalow, I say d n, 

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ration was intended to lend solemnity, and was 
accepted in that sense. One cannot be always 
moralising or didactic with a thermometer at loo 
in the shade. 

So it was that Punch, ugly Punch's life was 
spared Punch certainly was ugly, comically 
ugly. One ear larger than the other and set 
more aft, eyes sharp and penetrating, but aslant ; 
jaw underhung, betokening bull blood in his 
mongrel veins, and a tail everything it shouldn't 
be ; a canine specimen made up of odd bits. 
Such was Punch, whose brethren were beauties. 

Nobody wanted Punch — nobody. Now whether 
it was he experienced the same " cold shoulder" 
treatment from his kith and kin, Cynthia couldn't 
say, only that on the very day his eyes opened 
on this wicked world, when seated at tiffin she 
felt something move, and quickly snatching up 
her skirts in fear of a cobra discovered — the 
*' ugly duckling." Such a comical twinkle came 
into his little beadlike eyes on meeting her own 
that she named him Punch there and then. How 
he had tumbled so far the canine deity alone 
knows ! Why he should tumble to htr, mystified 
her wildest imaginings ! 

•' Why did you allow that dog to come into the 
bungalow ? " questioned Cynthia's husband. 

** Sar, I not allow : I not know dog coming." 

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^^ Salaam, sar," and Punch was restored to the 
bosom of his family. 

Next day the same occurred. Nobody saw him 
come, nevertheless there he was. Next day and 
the next. Cynthia, however, entered her protest 
against his being locked up at meal-times. Truth 
to tell, in her inner consciousness there lurked an 
idea, a superstition some would say. Already 
she was proving the truth of the bird of Paradise, 
this land was not all Eden. '^ Keep him ; he will 
be your mascotte; he will bring you luck," spake 
that idea within. Punch might be bizarre, but 
he had character ; indomitability worthy of Bis- 
marck was in that jaw ; sincerity, devotion, illu- 
mined those little slant eyes. To herself Cynthia 
said "yes, and soul'' What would Mrs. Colonial 
Grundy say to that ? What more rather than 
she and her votaries — all in sure possession of 
their passports to heaven, z/ia Us convenances — were 
already saying of '' such extraordinary conduct in 
a European Uidy, exercising her brains, or — ^hav- 
ing brains at all I " When his little limbs grew 
stronger, one day in desperation Punch made 
a frantic effort to jump into the Stanhope phaeton 
and take his seat beside his mistress. He would 
have fallen, perhaps have broken his back or a 
limb, had not Cynthia seized him. The horse, 
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furious pace. Punch was victorious ; he kept his 
place at his mistress's feet. Another day a rick- 
shaw^ containing a European helplessly intoxicated, 
ran over him. Punch on foot, following his mis- 
tress in the phaeton, emerged unharmed, although 
the rickshaw was capsized. A volley of foul 
abuse was hurled at Punches heels, to be followed 
by a brick, when Cynthia, pulling up, sprang out 
and confronted the angered "angel in embryo" 
with a look in her eyes before which that ** angel " 
quailed and let drop the brick. Punch himself 
was no saint — he didn't pretend to be. He had 
deadly animosities, and was a prime hater. The 
category of his aversion comprised natives, beg- 
gars, postmen, sneaks and cowards (animal and 
human), snobs, and swagger ; all of which flourish 
in His Majesty's First Crown Colony. 

** What do you think of that?'' asked his ex- 
pressive little eyes, when something cruel in 
" mushroom " grandeur or crude style passed by. 
Bad form he could not endure, nor vulgar taste. 

Gradually Punch outgrew his ugliness ; not so 
his comicality. He was the incarnation of the 
comic; no high and mighty human being ever 
had a keener sense of it. Nothing amused him 
more than to terrify the Sinhalese, who are the 
greatest cowards on earth. Afterwards, he would 
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man seized a naked child and held as a shield of 
protection before him, Punch waxed serious and 
really furious. Punch likewise had what might 
be termed "holy horrors," one of them being 
uncleanliness, another drunkenness. Nothing 
savoury would tempt him to eat off a dirty plate, 
no matter how hungry he might be. One morn- 
ing on their return from the matutinal canter, 
both very hungry, Punch made a dash for his 
breakfast awaiting him. To Cynthia's surprise, 
however, he returned, looking up in her face and 
•* whee-wheeing " pleadingly. Then, as she went 
on sipping her tea — for Cynthia's was only chota 
hazira — and fanning herself, he began tugging at 
her riding skirt, and looking back in the direction 
of his curry and rice. 

"What is the matter, Punchie.^" asked his 
mistress. 

" Very well, V\\ go and see." Meanwhile, the 
*• dog-boy " coming up, said : 

^^ Punch not eat to-day. Lady — Friday. No 
good dog eat Friday — Christian dog." 

'' Rubbish I dogs eat on Friday the same as 
other days," was the reply, as Cynthia gathered 
up her skirts to Punch's apparent delight. 

There stood the dog-plate of good food un- 
touched; around the rim, though, were dirty 
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went at the food vigorously, but not without 
showing his thanks to his mistress first 

f* That dog, European, Lady, not like dirt," was 
the dog-boy's comment. 

Another time when they had been obliged to 
change their cook, afternoon tea not being forth- 
coming notwithstanding orders, and no explana- 
tion being vouchsafed by the AppoOy Cynthia, 
having become reckless by now concerning the 
'* customs of the country," went herself to see the 
reason why. There lay the new cook in a deep 
sleep on the kitchen floor, so deep he made no 
response to his name. Punch walked round him 
taking stock, then growled rather ferociously. 
At this the man opened his eyes, looked fearfully 
at the dog, then fell back helplessly, with an 
entreating look in his eyes, and in a low tone 
murmured, " Fever — ^fever, lady." 

Now, as there wasn't the slightest smell of 
arrack about, Cynthia believed it. 

" Never mind ; don't disturb yourself. Til make 
the tea with my kettle and send you some quinine 
and ice. Hush, Punch t'' (or Punch was working 
himself up into a fury and bade fair to tear the 
poor man's clothes, if not the poor man himself, 
to pieces. " Come away ! " 

But instead of obeying. Punch's fury waxed, 
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risen, and although supported by the wall, his 
attitude was menacing, tragic, as he brandished a 
long knife, his eyes aflame with anger. In a flash 
Cynthia realised the fact The man was under 
the influence of bhang, and had " run amuck I *' 

As soon as she turned, the man's attention was 
given from the dog to herself. Staggering and 
uttering wild words in Tamil, he made for Cynthia 
with one hand, the knife gleaming in the other. 
Cynthia was within an ace of his grasp when 
Punch with a bound, springing into the air some 
five feet or more, caught the man's nainsook 
sleeve in his teeth and tugging for all he was 
worth, tore it to shreds, but not before the knife fell 
to the ground. In an instant it was in Punches 
mouth. The man reeled back against the wall. 

''Appool Ayah I Muttut'' cried Cynthia; 
but not a servant responded to the call. They 
knew full well the condition of the man and what 
might accrue ; so each and all had found something 
to do at a safe distance. Hoyf^ver^Punch was there, 
and it was owing to his presence probably that 
Cynthia's life was saved. Brave little fellow! 
How he held on to that knife I 

One afternoon Cynthia, seated on the verandah, 
awaited the phaeton to drive her and Punch to the 
Secretariat, as usual, for the *' Master." 

"It's four o'clock; why doesn't the carriage 
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The Appoo, smiling, shook his head. *' I not 
know, lady." 

'* Punch, go and see." Cynthia had her sus- 
picions. She had been long enough in Ceylon to 
have a stock of them, and no better detective was 
there than Punch, There was no deceiving him. 
His intelligent countenance, moreover, Cynthia 
read like an open book. Punch went — but did 
not return. 

''Punch! Punch! Punch!'' No response. 
Then the "dogboy" came in breathless haste 
from the back regions, gasping : 

** Lady, Punch gone ! Cart come take Punch 
away." 

'• What I " from Cynthia, aghast 

'' Cart come and take Punch, lady," repeated 
the boy, his big eyes looking abnormally big 
now. 

Cynthia was out in a flash. There in the high 
road was the Municipal dogcart, with a collection 
of vagrant dogs, amongst which was Punch, 
gazing in a dazed sort of way through the iron 
bars. 

This sufficed. Cynthia was down the road and 
up to the cart in a trice, demanding her dog. The 
men in charge — ^as great villains as the Munici- 
pality could surely find — took no heed of her 
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standing at the corner was summoned, who entered 
into parley (and would-be partnership) with the 
municipal employes, with the only result that the 
demand on their side went up in value. 

Meanwhile a crowd of native vagabonds col- 
lected. Cynthia dropped her fan. It was picked 
up in the toes of one and transferred by hand to 
his waist-pocket. The sun was scorching. The 
rascals, constable included, were implacable, while 
the cries of Punchy next to a mangy mongrel, were 
heartrending. 

•* Where are they being taken } " asked 
Cynthia. 

" To the Town Hall— to be killed," was the 
reply of one in the crowd, a respectable-looking 
Appoo. 

" To be killed ! '* echoed Cynthia. Then 
making what the Americans call " a stiff upper 
lip," Cynthia murmured below her breath, ** Will 
they!" 

Through the hosts of Europeans, natives, and 
burghers, all out for their evening drive, Cynthia 
picked her way— on foot. The phaeton was at 
the verandah on her return. 

" Drive to the Town Hall, quick ! " said she, 
taking her seat therein. Once there her request 
to see a European official met with a stare. 
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and hands. Herein was seated an elderly gentle* 
man of the burgher class. Cynthia, bowing, 
addressed him, telling her tale, as her breeding 
and education dictated. Not only courtesy but 
sympathy did she receive. That kindly old 
gentleman, though not of her own nationality, was 
himself a lover of dogs, and assured her she 
should have her Punch as soon as he arrived 
After twenty minutes' conversation, during which 
Cynthia got cool, a servant came and said the 
cart had returned. Another couple of minutes 
and Punch was on his mistress's lap, his little 
heart thumping with delight 

Thus then were the Municipal employes deprived 
of the santosum they anticipated when stealing 
Cynthia's pet Punch. They reckoned without 
Punch's mistress. 

After this Punch was more devoted than ever. 
He would gaze up into Cynthia's face to read 
there the very secret of her soul. Not a shade on 
her brow escaped his notice, nor failed to call 
forth his tender sympathies. Ever responsive to 
inmost, subtlest feeling, no companion more desir- 
able, no friend more staunch than he. When she 
put on a new hat, or blouse, or skirt he would, 
after inspection, signify his approval or disapproval 
by bounding and barking joyously around her, or 
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feeling depressed, was stretched on a couch writ- 
ing in pencil to her friend, an Austrian countess, 
to whom she confided all. 

Punch, very quiet, she believed asleep, was be- 
neath the couch. All at once he barked, a long 
low growl ending in a bark. 

''QyxitX, Punch r' 

But Punch was not quiet, nor would be. 

Cynthia, deeming it but one more of the many 
beggars come to the verandah, did not trouble to 
look up, until Punch, having come out from be- 
neath the couch, jumped up and caught her sleeve 
to arrest her attention Then Cynthia raised her 
eyes. But even while she spoke reprovingly on 
the one side, on the other she beheld a cobra, 
coiled up on the floor, its head erect, its eyes 
gazing at her on a level with her own. Beyond 
the verandah the sun was setting in the deep 
Indian Ocean, its rays like golden gossamer 
ladders, stretching from that ruddy golden orb 
direct to her, and passing between through the 
scaly skin of the cobra. Every mark was shown 
upon the cobra's transparent skin, so that the 
figurings looked like hieroglyphics in gems. In- 
deed the whole creature seemed mythological 
rather than real, or a vision creature from the 
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fascination over her, as the cobra is said to do. 
However it was, Cynthia gazed admiringly at it, 
its jewelled hood with the coronet, its scintillating, 
gem-like eyes, while Punch grew desperate. 
Failing in his efforts to draw his mistress away, 
he suddenly took a leap over the couch ; then 
straightening his fore limbs, he planted himself 
fixedly by the side of the cobra, barking so that 
his body vibrated with the effort 

The cobra dooped its majestic head, turning 
sinuously this way and that to avoid the infuriated 
dog. Now that it was no longer under the golden 
rays of the setting sun it looked what it was — the 
snake, nothing more. Wriggling its slimy body, 
half in fear, half in retaliation, it crouched and 
sneaked along the floor, spitting out the virus in 
all directions as it went Then was it Cynthia's 
turn to fear — for Punch. *' Punch ! Punchie I 
Come here," she cried. " Come here, Punchie I " 
But Punchie declined until he had driven the 
snake out on to the verandah, so that his mis- 
tress was safe. In answer to Cynthia's calls the 
servants appeared at the door opening on to the 
bc^k verandah, but not a step further would any 
of them come until the cobra had disappeared. 
Then, ''Lady not have cobra killed? Cobra 
bring lady good-luck," from the Aycth. "That 
cobra do lady no hurt — head keep up--always so 
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quick," from the Hindoo cook« each and all ready 
to come in and gossip now. Human nature is 
much alike, black or white I 

Alas! there came a day — ^but many chapters 
must intervene first Cynthia would rather not 
anticipate the little mound at the foot of a 
cocoanut-palm at Mount Lavinia, where her little 
protector and friend lies sleeping, while she, his 
mistress, far away in England, often speaks, and 
still more often thinks, of him. Some day she 
may visit that grave, contrary to any " custom of 
the country," or of the orthodox belief that a dog 
is unworthy of a soul. Some day she hopes 
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Another << custom of the country" — The MuMs 
Dinner-party — An invitation for the Dnrasam — 
Cynthia's perplexity overcome by a bright idea — 
Nineteen fine fat rats. 

CYNTHIA had by this time accustomed 
herself to write on the verandah for a 
couple of hours every morning. Her 
experiences were so interesting, surely 
they were worth recording. At any rate, such 
work as this was more congenial to her than giving 
herself up to the inanities of a very heterogeneous 
"society," although there were some who could 
and did understand and appreciate culture. Her 
experiences were not without a humorous side ; 
humour always appealed to Cynthia, even though 
she might be a victim of it. One day she was 
much disturbed by voices proceeding from the 
region of the stables. More than once she had 
summoned the Appoo and told him to put a stop 
to it, without any satisfactory result however. 
*' Oh ! dear. I must go myself!" Cynthia sighed, 
for the thermometer marked i lo in the shade. 

" Muttu got many friends there, lady, all talk- 
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vouchsafed as explanation, at last, when his 
mistress got up to go. 

** Indeed I will go, and see what it means." 

Now under the shade of cadjan the Muttu was 
still grooming the mare Cynthia had ridden that 
morning. At a distance was a huge chcUtie upon 
a roaring fire, while standing about and *' talking 
all together," as the Appoo had said, were some 
six or seven women, "grass- women " as they are 
called, by reason of their bringing the daily rations 
of grass for the horses. Talking, gesticulating 
angrily, with intermittent appeals to the Muttu, 
who went on "massaging" the animal as only 
native grooms can, or at any rate, do. His back 
was turned, so that he was unaware of Cynthia's 
presence until she spoke. 

" What is the meaning of this, Muttu ? Who 
are these women, and why are they here ? Thai 
is our grass-woman, and that one we discharged 
Who are the others ? " 

The Muttu first salaamed, then hung his head, 
and although a faint smile lit up his good-4ooking 
face, Cynthia fancied she detected a deeper shade 
of red come over his ruddy-bronze skin. " Who 
are they ? " she repeated. 

*' Er — ^ar — these women, grass-women, lady," 
was the reply as he helped himself to a " chew of 
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some creature, came forward. The rest followed 
suit Bare brown arms were held up supplicat- 
ingly, while the babel was resumed in a language 
of which Cynthia knew not one word, 

^' Hush ! Stop them all talking at once, Muttu. 
What have they to say — ^to me?'' she asked. 
"Who is this woman?" specifying the bold 
one. 

" Er — ^that woman, lady ? That woman my 
wife." 

" But you told me your wife was dead. That 
is why I allow you to have your little motherless 
child here," said Cynthia, fanning herself furi- 
ously, for the sun was in mid-heaven and its rays 
beat down on her, spite of the shade. 

" This one new wife, lady," replied the Muttu, 
commencing with the curry-comb. 

''You didn't tell me you had married again. 
Well, and the rest ? " Whether Cynthia's sweep- 
ing gesture with the fan were taken as an invita- 
tion to come forward or not, they did — in a body, 
though not unanimously. And their voices 1 

" Hush ! Stop, for goodness' sake ! " At this 
each woman turned on her neighbour, keeping her 
back, and sidling up nearer herself, while pointing 
at the others angrily, the bold '' wife " first and 
foremost. Though all were quarrelsome, there 
was a sort of trade union against this one. 

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is all about What is that one saying ? '' pointing 
her fan at one as a random shot 

The Muttu smirked and hung his head over 
the mare's glossy coat 

" Speak, man, or you leave our service, and I 
shall state the reason in your register-book," (All 
servants are registered in Ceylon.) 

" Ar — eh — ar — thai one, lady ? " pointing with 
the curry-comb. " That one saying 5^ my wife," 
he went on, putting a finishing touch to the glossy 
coat, so that his back was towards his mistress. 

** Humph ! Another wife- Then, that one ? " 
asked Cynthia, assuming a severe — ^a very severe 
tone. 

"Er — that one? She saying she my wife," 
was the reply, helping himself to more betel. 

Again the arms were outstretched. Again the 
clamour 

Meanwhile the pot began to boil. The '* bold" 
one went to attend to it. The rest followed, bent 
on the same purpose, and a fierce altercation 
ensued. 

^' I will not have this going on in the compound. 
How dare they.^ They have no business here 
at all. What have they come for ? " 

The steaming fumes from the chattie, although 
very savoury, were somewhat overpowering in the 
terrific heat, the roaring fire as well. 

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Very grfbd dinner got. Other wife and other 
hear about good dinner, all come, then quarrel. 
I not like quarrel, lady, but how help? Low 
caste, these grass-women, no good, lady — I take 
other wife, better caste — no quarrels make. 
I " 

" Silence ! You've said enough. It's — rfw- 
grace/u/." 

Cynthia was bewildered and perplexed. What 
should she do ? All the other servants were by 
this time gathered round ; all were on the broad 
grin. Certainly when one ventures to tamper 
with the " customs of the country " in the East 
one is likely to find oneself in a quandary. One 
of the women held an infant dangling on her hip. 
A ray of inspiration came to Cynthia as her eye 
alighted on the child. 

"Whose child is this.^" she asked, drawing 
herself up to her full height and dignity. 

The Muttu salaamed, smiled, and said : 

" My child that, lady," very proudly. 

" Very well, then, this one, the mother, is your 
wife. Send the others away, and never — ^let — 
me — ^see — ^them — or have to speak about it 
again." 

This was delivered in severe, very severe, tones 
indeed, and Cynthia, maintaining her full height 
and dignity, was turning when the Muttu spoke : 

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no good dinner give first? Lady see, good 
dinner ! " 

The lid was taken off, and indeed the fumes 
were appetising. Cynthia feared for their own 
8 P.M. dinner being docked of its joint or 
poultry. 

"What is it? Where did you get it?" she 
asked in breathless anxiety. 

** Rats ! Nineteen I catch — ^fat, big rats. 
Lady like taste ? " But the '* lady '' had gone — 
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An expedition into the jungle — ^To travel d la 
gipsy — A Bohemian gipsy's prediction to be ful- 
filled—How the Sinhalese drive — ^What about the 
R.S.CP.A. in Ceylon? — Putting up at an AmbO' 
lama (rest-house) — ^^A tea-planter tells an amusing 
story — ^The footprint on Adam's Peak, and what 
came of it. 

IT is very trying to a European constitution to 
live long in Colombo, even in the Cinnamon 
Gardens, the Hyde Park of Ceylon, where the 
roads are broad and the large winding lake, 
thanks to the Dutch, permits the sea breeze 
beyond to enter the spacious and picturesque 
bungalows. One may go to the hills truly, if one 
be fortunate enough to know somebody to leave 
in charge of the home, otherwise one is sure to 
be apprised of burglary, on a wholesale scale, for 
they who, at midday, when the family are taking 
their stesia, can make off with a dining-table 
which took their fancy must be experts in the 
profession, as indeed the Sinhalese are. 

Cynthia became more and more anaemic every 
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purchased a tract of land in the interior, for the 
purpose of planting. The accounts rendered by 
the man in charge — b. Sinhalese — didn't appear 
to Cynthia very satisfactory, taking into con- 
sideration customs of the country notwithstanding. 
Meditating, she thought how practical as well 
as delightful it would be to go themselves. 

'' Impossible ! for a lady, at any rate," was the 
reply to her suggestion. As if there were such a 
word in her vocabulary ! As was the rule, how- 
ever, she had her way. The anticipation of a 
time spent in the jungle away from all conven- 
tionality, all civilisation in fact, seemed to go far 
towards realising the wild dreams (or one of 
them) of her youth. Besides, had not a Bohemian 
gipsy once told her that she would travel ** like 
the gipsy,'' in a far distant land, across the deep 
ocean? She recollected how her heart had 
bounded at the idea that day in the castle of her 
friend — the Austrian Countess. But — was it pos- 
sible? She had been incredulous then. Was 
the prophecy indeed to be fulfilled in Ceylon ? 

From Colombo they were to travel by the 
early morning train Xo Polghawehlaya ; the Indian 
cook with a goodly store of provisions, cooking 
utensils, Bass and Burgundy, accompanying. 
There they would be met by the superintendent 
of the estate with a cadjan covered double- 
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day came the heat was intense, notwithstanding 
the early hour. The country, excepting for the 
rivers, with their drooping willows and feathery 
bamboos, was flat and uninteresting. They were 
glad when they reached Polghawelahaya. Here 
was the superintendent, a well-groomed man of 
Vellalah caste, with the cart and coolies await- 
ing under the shade of the tamarinds. Cynthia 
was not prepossessed, spite of the man's appear- 
ance, which was everything that could be desired^ 
save that he limped. Concerning this limp he 
had a tale to tell, which he forthwith commenced, 
while coolies, cook, all the rest worked away 
at unpacking, suspending the cooking utensils 
outside the cart, gipsy-fashion, and getting ready 
for travelling. The tale was lengthy, and re- 
flected great credit on the narrator, the hero, in 
fact, who in his courageous endeavours to save 
his master's property had been savagely gored 
by a ferocious wild boar. Hence his lameness. 
Naturally this exempted him from work ; like- 
wise from walking ; so that while the others took 
turns to rest, Jacobis retained his seat at the 
back of the cart in a state of supreme ease. It 
is marvellous how comfortable a native can make 
himself under conditions which to a European of 
the lowest class would be unendurable : Nature's 
merciful law of compensation. Under any cir- 
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as the bullocks, hardy little beasts the size of 
small donkeys, were given to making unexpected 
dashes in the direction of the side ditches, when 
over would go cart, crockery, contents human and 
otherwise, without and within, precipitating driver 
and passengers, together with the terrified delin- 
quents, into the mud below. When, bruised and 
soiled, they extricated themselves and belongings, 
it demanded all their united efforts to right the 
cart — Jacobis always excepted. This little diver- 
sion occurred too frequently to possess the charm 
of novelty. Moreover, it was direfully provoca- 
tive of prickly heat. A coolie was told off to 
walk by the side of each bull to endeavour to 
keep it in the straight and decidedly narrow way. 
But even their native vigilance was escaped at 
times. 

The driver who sat asquat a bar connecting 
the shafts in front, had a habit Cynthia approved 
not of. On the haunches of each bull was a bad 
wound, inflicted purposely. Into this wound a 
stick was thrust, probing the festering flesh to 
the bone. If this sufficed not to set the poor 
creatures off, a knot was made in the tail, and 
bitten with all the might of the natives' elephan- 
tine "ivories." This is the Sinhalese method 
of driving. What of the R.S.P.CA. in our First 
Crown Colony ? Cynthia had frequently to ask 
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reply. 

The huge tamarind and mahogany trees made 
grateful shade for halting, whilst the cook pre- 
pared a capital tiffin or " afternoon tea." Really 
the Indian cook is a treasure — when sober. It 
is marvellous what a first-rate repast he can 
turn out from limited material and conveniences. 
The larder was well replenished by the produce 
of the gun — snipe, woodcock, jungle fowl, hare, 
&c, while chickens, the size of pigeons, with 
green bones and brunette skin, very good all 
the same, were purchasable, as also was buffalo's 
milk (which may be likened unto tepid water 
stirred up with a tallow candle). This so long as 
they passed through the villages. 

The first night was comfortable enough, being 
spent at a Rest House, an Ambalama provided 
by Government for travellers, like the ddk bunga- 
lows of India. As they had wired beforehand a 
good dinner was in readiness, or supper, it might 
better be called, as they did not arrive until 
ID P.M. The moon was increasing, and it was as 
light at night as an average sunless day in 
London. 

Another European was quartered there, who, 
for want of something to do, was seeking to drown 
his ennuif in whisky and soda — another custom of 
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full justice, all adjourned to the verandah to enjoy 
the moonlight, a chat and a W. and S. 

" You'll break your back riding in that cart," 
said the new acquaintance. *^ Psha ! adventures ! 
not worth it out here! I've been out planting 
eighteen years, and know no more of the Island 
than up and down, to and from my place and 
Colombo — with a little Kandy and Nuraliya 
thrown in. Tisn't worth it It's hard luck 
at best, tea planting nowadays — unless something 
unexpected turns up. Here's an experience of a 
chap I know ? " 

He then commenced a story which Cynthia 
thought afterwards worth taking notes of, with 
the following result. 

The Planter's Story 

"It's rough on you, old man, but buck up, 
there's a turn to every tide. Whatever you do, 
don't take too much quinine. I know a man in 
the 90th who's gone stone deaf through it, dosing 
himself eternally for malaria in some God- forsaken 
station. I'll look in in a day or too. Meanwhile, 
buck up, I say." 

Saying which Dick Berkeley, as he was always 
called, mounted his tat and galloped away. 

It rvas " rough " on Forster. Ever since he 
came out to Ceylon he had had bad luck. And 
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as a " creeper " on a tea estate (or garden as they 
say out there), which means all work and no pay, 
work from day-dawn till night under a scorching 
sun, he had got a berth as assistant superintendent, 
whose only difference consisted in having to bear 
the brunt of anxiety and responsibility, and to 
endeavour to keep himself on a stipend which 
makes a bottle of Bass at a rupee an undreamt-of 
luxury, and all other creature comforts wraiths of 
bygone days. Then, when fortune seemed to 
smile upon him in getting a superintendentship, 
the property passed into other hands, who made 
different arrangements ; and now, when about to 
get a post that promised pretty well, he was 
stricken with a bad attack of malaria and some one 
else put in. His friend had not had altogether 
plain-sailing himself, consequently he was able to 
sympathise with Forster, and did heartily, as only 
men (with all their shortcomings) do. 

*' Anything I can do, old man — practical, you 
understand," patting his pocket, "shall be de- 
lighted," he had said before mounting his pony — 
a hardy little beast. And Forster knew right well 
he meant it. 

"It's this confounded fever that humps a fellow 
so,*' was the replj' — perhaps an apology for the 
moistening of his eye. A couple of days later a 
bearer came with a note, and behind him four 

coolies with a dandy. The note ran : 

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" Dear Old Chap, — Come up at once. Tm 
monarch of all I survey. Shall expect you per 
return, — Yours, Dick/* 

Only too glad was the " super " when Forster 
asked permission to go ; a disabled man was worse 
than no assistant at all. It didn't take long to 
gather his belongings together. 

Then he was helped into the dandy, for he 
was woefully weak, and carried over hill and down 
dale until the four coolies pulled up at Berkeley's 
bungalow. Berkeley was a lucky man now. As 
superintendent of one of the finest tea-gardens in 
the Island and a Government V.C., he was not 
lacking rupees. Furthermore he was practi- 
cally his own master, and save for the occasional 
visit of one of the proprietors who soon wearied 
of the monotony of life on the hills of Ceylon, as 
who does not ? he was as he said, '' monarch of 
all he surveyed." 

To ** ensure something to eat," as he put it, he 
kept a whole family, a wise plan out there, where 
native servants are apt to be non est when most 
needed or laid low with *'fe-var, sar," which 
interpreted often spells arrack, opium or bhang. 
'* It's the old game of family-coach with these 
natives, perpetual dropping in and dropping out. 
The only way to ensure one is to tolerate d^gang,*' 
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But no sooner did the dandy pull up, than a 
hearty voice greeted the occupant. 

" Delighted to see you, old man. Youll soon 
pull round here — delightful air! And the new 
doctor at the hospital's a very decent chap« 
although a Burgher — he'll physic you. He comes 
in to take a hand at crib. There's the hospital, 
which, by the way, I give a wide berth. I loathe 
these ghastly diseases of the East. Ah ! here he 
comes ! " Coming up the bridle-path was a spare 
sallow man, with a swinging gait and a pair of 
intensely intelligent eyes — a typical Burgher. 

" Good-day, doctor. Allow me to introduce 
you to my friend Forster — Dr. Maartens, Mr. 
Forster." 

The two shook hands, and all three entered 
into conversation, but notwithstanding the would- 
be geniality, there was a certain restraint, as there 
always is betwixt Europeans and the descendants 
of the Dutch. Well, Forster made speedy re- 
covery, thanks tp change of air, good living and 
being well looked after. 

" But no sooner on your legs than you want to 
be off, you're a nice chap, got another adver- 
tisement in the Ceylon Times, I see," said Berkeley. 

Forster laughed. 

'' Not that I want to be off, you know that. 
But I wasn't born with the proverbial silver 
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a burden on the Mater. I know the struggle 
she had to get that ;^300 premium. I want to 
return it — soon as possible. But—" and a sigh 
escaped his lips, *' I Aave had bad luck! But for 
you *' 

'' Pshaw ! Never look back, always ahead. But 
not at the hospital, stuck there to obstruct a 
glorious view. By the way, you're going over to 
inspect the fever-box " 

" Yes, this afternoon. That doctor's a clever 
chap and Til not forget his attention to me. 
Here's the post." 

Berkeley took the letters. Three for himself, 
none for his guest. So it went on day after day. 
Once or twice he did get a bite in answer to his 
advertisement, but nothing came of it. "Just 
my luck," he kept on repeating. " Berkeley, 
dear boy, Tm getting tired of it," he said that 
morning. 

** It isn't too lively up here," was the reply. 

" No, no, I don't mean that. Tired of this bad 
luck — ^tired of life, in fact." 

'^ Liver I We'll do gymnastics on our tats. 
There's a wonderful temple you've not explored 
But do the fever-box first I'll not be ready till 6. 
Will call for you and save you the trouble of 
coming back. Now for the shrub, and the reckon- 
ing ! " and off went Berkeley whistling. 

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to the hospital where he was received by Dr. 
Maartens, who took him round. 

Everything was neat ^and trim and reflected 
great credit on the officer in charge. Forster was 
congratulating him when his attention was caught 
by a queer sort of object asquat but bolt upright 
in a corner, his long, lean, brown arms upraised 
over his head, his eyes fixed in a seemingly sight- 
less gaze on his finger-tips ; his body emaciated 
and his flowing hair burnt orange-red, tangled, 
dusty and matlike, the only sign of animation 
being in the lips which moved perpetually to a 
droning monotone. 

"Queer lot that, doctor.^" remarked Forster 
pointing with his riding-cane. 

" A fakir — and an obstinate brute, to boot. No 
end of trouble these chaps cause. Not for the life 
of him will he submit to an operation. That 
man's suffering agonies, yet he goes on droning, 
not a morsel of food having passed his lips, nor for 
an instant have his eyes closed in sleep— droning 
— always droning." 

•'What's it all about?" 

The doctor shrugged his shoulders. "God 
knows. Don't go too near. He's isolated. Even 
the natives give these fellows a wide berth, 
although they do half reverence them." 

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** What do you bet I don't make him move his 
optics ? *' he asked. 

" Half my next year's Government pay/* was 
the answer. " Stay, for God s sake " 

But Forster was already by the /akzr's side 
suggesting that he should turn down his '' optics " 
and look him straight in the face. Presently the 
upturned gaze relaxed and lowering the great dark 
eyes fastened themselves on the Englishman's. 
AH the life, the soul, the intelligence was in those 
eyes searching Forster through and through, or 
as the latter afterwards put it, " turning him in- 
side out, by George ! " The lips ceased droning. 
Everything was concentrated in that gaze. It 
seemed scarcely human in its power. 

Forster in the first moments felt **queerish," 
but pulling himself together held his ground, and 
met those wonderfully penetrating orbs with the 
determination of an Englishman. The lean, 
brown arms were still uplifted, the poise of the 
head was the same, only the eyes had turned, and 
shone now with a clairvoyant light — ^a light that 
penetrated Forster's very soul. He was trans- 
fixed by that gaze. Then, at last, those parched 
lips spoke, " Where the shadow of the footprint 
falls, there your treasure lies'' 

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sufficient composure to say, ''Tell me more-" 
But the great black eyes rolled back in their 
sockets and resumed the upward gaze. The 
droning recommenced. No power on earth, 
apparently, could elicit more. Forster drew a 
long breath. 

*' By the powers, doctor, did you hear ? " 

Yes, Doctor Maartens had heard, and thought 
it expedient to move away. Like all natives of 
the East, he was superstitious and timid. 

" My treasure, by Jove ! What would Berke- 
ley say to that ? Ah ! speak of— Just think- 
ing of you, old man. I've had an experience. 
Come in." 

" Not I. You know my aversion ; come out 
What's your experience ? You can relate it as 
we amble along," said Berkeley. 

And Foster did. But all the encouragement 
he got was : 

" Now, don't be a fool, old chap, and don't for 
heaven's sake go near these beastly, filthy fakirs. 
You've been out in the East long enough to know 
what tAey are ! " 

All the same, Forster was haunted by that 
voice, those words : 

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Although Forster was convalescent and desirous 
of being up and doing, ill-luck pursued him : he 
had got into a groove of it. He had been the 
guest of his friend Berkeley six weeks, and 
though Dick was just as keen on his staying 
" until something turned up," Forster's spirit 
winced under the fact of his inability to offer 
any sort of return. His genial companionship 
was on the decline too, naturally, with this load 
of anxiety. 

" One for you, old man, and good luck to you," 
said his host, sorting the letters at 6 a.m. over 
their chota hazira. Forster's hand was out- 
stretched eagerly, and his eye devoured the 
contents of the note in an instant : 

'^ Call at my office^ Nuraltya, between lo a.m. 

and 4 p.m. Tuesday — expenses paid. — Joskins 
* » 
junr. 

** Joskins junior ! That's the crank ! " ex- 
claimed Berkeley. ^^ Nobody can square him. 
One of the wealthiest planters in Ceylon, but — 
impossible! You won't waste your time over 
him will you 'i " 

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"Tut, tut! There's always the coach to fall 
back upon,"* put in Dick, half jokingly and re* 
ferring to the "stony-broke" gentlemen who 
adopt up-country coach-driving as a livelihood 
out in Ceylon. 

Forster was thinking of his '* mater,'' oi her hopes, 
her ambition, her faith in her only boy. If neces- 
sary he would encounter a jungle full of tigers — 
if there were tigers in Ceylon. Yes, by George, 
he'd go. Accordingly, Tuesday, 3.30 p.m., found 
him at the office in Nuraliya, and at 3.35 p.m., 
the door opening, revealed the substantial vision 
of a huge man, red as a tomato, with ginger 
whiskers, carroty hair, and small blue eyes that 
pierced like gimlets. 

" So you want a berth like the rest of 'em ? " 
was his greeting. Forster inclined his head. 
" Can't you sit down, man } Stiff in the joints ? 
Then you won't do for me. Oh, you can, can 
you.> Well?" 

Forster coughed. 

" Well? Can't you speak ? That's your in- 
firmity, is it ? Don't want any dumb cattle here. 
Not without its advantage at times — plenty of 
chattering apes about. But — damn it, man, who's 
to report? Oh, you'll write, you think? No, 
you won't. That won't do for me. Bits of boys 
coming and making their conditions to me. I'll 
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you hear, or are you deaf as well ? By the Lord, 
was ever man so plagued ! Deaf, dumb, incapable 

— Punkah I D ^n that boy, he's asleep again.'* 

The speaker was well nigh exhausted after this 
voluble display of rhetoric, during which he had 
grown redder and redder, and the little steel-blue 
eyes fiercer and fiercer. This was the first oppor- 
tunity of getting a word in in reply. Forster 
seized it. 

'' No, I'm neither deaf nor dumb, nor am I stiff 
in the joints. I'm all round sound and square — 
when people are square with me. If that's all 
you've got to say to me I'll wish you * Good day.' " 

'^^y— Jupiter I young 'un, there's grit in you. 
No whining or skulking. What have you been 

doing out here in this Testimonials? 

Pshaw ! Rubbish ! What's it to me — Joskins 
junior — what any fool has to say about you } 
Come to Guniawalla on the 1 2th ; salary R500 
a month — R600 if you give satisfaction. A 
month, mind, plain English — none of your per 
mensem, as one young prig I kicked out called it. 
Now go, and good day to you." 

Forster met the outstretched hand, and in it 
was a bundle of paper notes left in his own, whose 
sum total, by the way, doubled the amount of his 
expenses. 

He returned in high spirits, and reported his 
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Now when the 1 2th arrived, Forster found him- 
self at Hatton railway station. The porters smiled 
when he said, ''Guniawalla Estate'' They 
knewy. y., as he was called. The gharrywalloA 
supplemented his smile with a request that he 
might *' bring the Makatmaya back next week " — 
he knewy. J. also. It was a long drive, but very 
refreshing after the hot, dusty railway journey, 
Adam's Peak loomed like a presiding genius, and 
cast huge shadows athwart the lovely landscape 
as yet undestroyed by the little tea-shrub. But 
when at length the gharry pulled up at a bridle- 
path there was neither tat nor rickshaw, so 
Forster had to put the best foot first and 
mount. 

" Good luck, sar," with a very broad grin from 
the gharry driver, pocketing his fare and an extra 
santosum. 

Forster was equal to the mount. He enjoyed 
it ; the fresh air was new life to him, as it always 
is in Ceylon. The entire hill was carpeted with 
sunlight — the setting sun, whose heat being modi- 
fied made it pleasant and exhilarating. The zig- 
zag path opened out fresh vistas of beautiful 
landscape, although the hill itself was thickly 
planted with the tea-shrub, which is not a thing 
of beauty. 

Farther up, a turn brought him to an open 
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this space lay shade. A shadow seemed to rest 
upon it. Forster relieved himself of his smoked 
glasses — they were not required. Sunlit still was 
all the land around, but here was shade, a shadow 
—cast by what ? 

He turned his regards around to answer. 
There was Adam's Peak still with the sunlight 
full upon the mountain, which only brought out 
that strange mark called by the Sinhalese 
Buddha's Footprint in stronger coiitrast, while 
here on the ground where he stood was shadow. 
The closer he observed the more assured was he 
that that shadow took the form of the " Foot- 
print" Simultaneously the words of the fakir 
flashed into his mind : 

" Where the shadow of the Footprint falls j there 
your treasure liesJ' 

III 
Letter addressed to R. Berkeley, Esq. 

GUNIAWALLA, y»«^ llth. 

Dear Old Chap, — Been here just a week. 
Can't stand much more of it Said I'd go this 
morning ; answer, a growl. Bad luck ! Bad luck ! 
Can you put me up on my way to Colombo ? 
— Yours, Harry Forster. 

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" Poor devil ! *' was Berkeley's comment. Then 
he wrote a telegram : " Come at once." 

Now it happened, chanced some might say— ^ 
but I don't believe in chance— well, it happened 
that betwixt the writing of the above note and 
receipt of the " wire " something occurred. All 
through the heat of the day Forster had been 
attending to his duties, with a heart of lead, as 
many of us have often to do. 

" Nothing for it but to throw myself on good old 
Dick ! " he kept on repeating to himself. " Tm 
an unlucky dog ; but — there's always the coach. 
Better fellows than I have to come to it, and — ^the 
mater needn't know." Then he leaned back in 
his chair in the tea factory. So delightful the 
shade after hours under the blazing sun ! So 
heavenly, beyond the eye and hearing ofJ.J. / 
" Last time I shall 'tiff' with him," he was think- 
ing, " Why are such monsters bom ? Why are 
such iniquities allowed to live, and thrive, and 
prosper ? My God ! this life's a riddle ? " With 
this he laid his head on the desk thinking, think- 
ing what he should, what on earth he coulii do. 
But his thoughts were interrupted by a strange 
noise. 

''Hullo! a cheetah in trouble in the jungle. 
What a weird, plaintive cry ! Quite a human ring 
in it A female mourning its cub, evidently. If 
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risen and was following the direction of the weird 
cry. It brought him to a well in that part where 
the shadow always rested. It was there now. 

*' By Jove, it's in the well. Hi ! hullo there ! " 
he shouted, making all the noise he could. A cry, 
half moan, half groan came from the bottom of 
the well. The water was shallow, but the well 
was deep, very deep. Looking down Forster 
cpuld distinguish a huge white substance that 
moved. 

Weeds and maidenhair fern grew in profusion 
on the side of the well and amongst them he 
fancied he saw a solar topee such as was worn by 

" My God ! " ejaculated Forster. "/ /. / " and 
a thought seized him, ''should he let him re- 
main ? " A few minutes, a few seconds perhaps, 
and the world would be rid of 

Nobody would be the wiser. It was an unused 
well. Nobody came there. On that land where 
the shadow fell nothing would grow. It was 
hallowed or accursed, the coolies said. Nobody 
would ever know. These thoughts coursed his 
mind like lightning, gripped him for the nonce. 
Next moment the whistle was at his lips— the 
whistle he used to summon the coolies. He blew 
lustily. Once, twice, thrice — the danger signal, 
which meant a santosum at the end of it A dozen 
coolies appeared instanter. 

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*' Fetch a rope, a chain from the factory. The 
first back shall have R20/* cried Forster, bending 
over the well. 

Both chain and rope were fetched in a twinkling 
and lowered down the well. 

*' Fasten round the body. We'll have you out, 
never fear," shouted Forster. Then to the 
coolies, " Hold on, hoist, for all you're worth." 
A dozen brown hands seized the rope and chain. 
Nevertheless, Forster had to bear the brunt ; the 
Sinhalese is a poor specimen of mankind. Pre- 
sently the bulky form of Joskins Junior arose 
above the water, and as it continued to rise, one 
leg had the appearance of being broken. " Poor 
old chap ! " murmured Forster, the sweat pouring 
down his brow, his fair hair darkening and 
matting with it, his shirt wringing wet 

" Hold on, for God's sake ! " he shouted, for 
the effort was such that he felt his strength might 
not meet it. If it should give way I God ! a 
human life was at stake. This thought braced 
him. The weight of a body normally eighteen 
stone was that of a rhinoceros now. With the 
reward in view the coolies kept their hold. The 
fact of their daily sustenance depending on it, 
would not have sufficed. The coolie is like a 
child, a sugar plum given now is more to be 
valued than any future store. Therefore, they 
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hoisted with all the strength and muscle nature 
had given them, the Englishman's equalling the 
whole half dozen. But there was a limit to his. 
He was just conscious of this fact when another 
good haul brought the burden to the top and 
deposited it on terra firma, inert and insen- 
sible. A dandy was fetched, and the Tincon- 
scious body of Joskins Junior laid thereon, and 
carried up to the bungalow. While a** coolie was 
despatched for the nearest doctor, Forster set 
about restoring animation. The doctor being 
in came at once and set the fractured limb. 

*' A timely and heroic action, Mr. Forster, say 
what you will. Yes, he is conscious now, and 
going on all right. That immersion in the cold 
water was his salvation. A sudden attack of 
heat apoplexy, which with his temperament and 
constitution might have proved serious. You 
came in the nick of time, for had he lost con- 
sciousness, he might have been drowned even in 
that shallow depth of water. He is indebted for 
his life to you. But — you'll not think of leaving 
him now, as I hear you purpose doing to-morrow.^" 

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A slight twinkle came into the doctor's eye. " I 
know ; but if you could manage another week, 
say. Its an action of humanity. Put it to yourself 
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Forster heaved a sigh; the doctor smiled 
sympathetically. 

'' ni try to send some one up to look after 
him — rU try. But, meanwhile/' with entreaty in 
the tone, 

'* Right you are." Forster braced himself to 
reply. ** TU stay, and — wire Berkeley." 

"Thanks, thanks," and the doctor shook 
Forster cordially by the hand. ** I'll come up 
to-morrow. A fine estate this. How distinct 
the Footprint is to-day. Quite a phenomenon 
isn't it? that shadow.^ There's a superstition 
about it amongst the local natives. The shrubs 
would never thrive on that spot " — 

" They will now. I don't see why they didn't 
before," interrupted Forster. 

** May be you have broken the spell. They say 
some white man was to do it. Well, you deserve 
good luck. Let's hope you'll have it. Good-bye." 

The following telegram was then sent off to 
Berkeley : 

*• Fates dispose. Can't leave yet. Will write. 

" Forster." 

If ever Forster had a difficult time as well as 
a disagreeable one, it was now when he acted 
nurse to Joskins Junior ; even the native coolies 
commiserated him. All would have deserted, but 
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A little forest of arms was outstretched into 
the window of the sick chamber soon after the 
doctor left. 

'•What do they want, the rascals, their pay? 
They've had it," growled the invalid, attempting 
to lay hold of his stick and provoking pain in the 
newly set limb which evoked a savage howl. 

" Pray be careful Anything you want I will 
do,*' said Forster. 

"Then, fling this stick at their heads — the 
villains ! *' 

" All right : don't distress yourself. I'll send 
them away." 

More easily said than done. 

"Be off, you rascals. You'd rob a dying 
man," chimed in y.y., his face growing purple 
with passion. But again, the hands and arms 
appeared through the window, and voices 
clamoured for the santosum which Forster 
hadn't in his possession to give. He went to the 
door, and explained — "to-morrow, perhaps." 
But " to-morrow " would not do. They wanted 
it now, and were obdurate, utterly unheedful too 
of the master's shouts and threats, knowing he 
couldn't get after them. Ultimately they turned 
away sullenly. Not another stroke of work would 
they do until the promised santosum was forth- 
coming. This the vow uppermost in each mind, 
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of the coolies following suit, all banded together 
on strike, men, women and children. And just 
when labour and attention were most needed ! 

" What are those rascals doing ? " was J. J's 
persistent inquiry, so that Forster was obliged to 
tell him, as gently as possible, out of consideration 
for his condition. Nevertheless, had he spoken 
in a voice of thunder, punctuated with thunder- 
bolts, the result could not have been worse. 

" What ! Wkat I Twenty rupees each ! They 
shan't have it, the villains ! " 

Fortunately the doctor entering put a stop to 
more ebullition by administering a quieting dose, 
while Forster effected a temporary conciliation by 
giving each coolie five rupees out of his own 
pocket, the consequence being— coolies non est for 
a couple of days and the tavern profiting. No 
one could the doctor find to take Forster's place. 
Forster was compelled to stay on. Night and 
day he had to be in attendance, and when at the 
end of the second week he said he really must be 
off, the suggestion produced a relapse. 

" He wants to kill me, doctor, leaving me to 
die like a hound I Hurrh ! " and the sick man 
groaned for pity — or with rage. 

•'It's hard on you, I know, Mr. Forster, but — 
humanity. Who is there to take your place ? 
Nobody I " The doctor might have said, " Who 
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who, although heartily commiserating his friend, 
replied, " You are right to remain a while longer, 
but rely on a welcome when you can come. — 
Yours, Dick." 

One day, from out a volley of moans and groans 
Joskins Junior spoke : 

" Forster, are you there ? Humph ! Not de- 
serted me yet, though you mean to, hey ? I want 
you to write a note : 

" ' Messrs. Sharp and Clipper, Colombo : Come 
at once. — Joskins Junior.' 

'' No ! not a wire. Didn't I say a note ? 

" ' Come at once. — Joskins Junior.' " 

Forster did as he was requested. 

*' Short and to the point. That will do. Now 
give it to that black devil and draw the blinds, 
and let more light come in. What are those 
rascals doing ? Hurrh ! To-morrow — ^to-morrow, 
I'll be after them! I — ^want to sleep now." 
Saying which he turned over and was soon 
asleep. 

For the first time for three weeks Forster got 
a couple of hours' release. Most of that night and 
of next day the invalid slept, and Forster was free 
to wander and inspect and enjoy the air. The 
shadows were lengthening when, as he hurried 
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gentlemen, one of whom he recognised immedi- 
ately as the doctor, the other was Mr. Clipper, of 
the legal firm of Sharp and Clipper, Colombo. 
The three walked up together ; then, Forster pre- 
ceding, they entered the sick room. The patient 
was wide awake and seemed wonderfully com- 
posed. Only a little of his "temperament" 
showed itself on the doctor's asking him how he 
felt 

*'Feel? Never better in my life. Stay, I 
want you, though — both of you. You (to Forster) 
may go." 

Forster accordingly strolled out on to the 
verandah. The setting sun cast long weird 
shadows, and when he turned he found himself in 
full view of the Shadow of the Footprint — 
Buddha's Footprint — on Adam's Peak, blacker, 
more distinct than ever this evening. 

" Whew ! It'll take a heavier foot than that to 
stamp out my work," he said, for the little nursery 
of tea-shrubs was thriving now. Then sud- 
denly his thoughts reverted to the fakir in the 
hospital that day and the words said to him : 

" Where the shadow of the Footprint falls there 
your treasure lies ! " 

Forster laughed. 

" The fellow wasn't far out — only in the per- 
sonality. That crop will help to fill the coffers of 
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seems." Then he sighed. "Where shall I be 
this time next week ? With Dick, dear old chap ; 
a true friend — in need." 

'•Mr. Forster, will you come» please? Mr. 
Joskins asks for you." 

It was Mr. Clipper who spoke. Forster obeyed, 
and entering, was beckoned by the doctor to the 
bed. At a glance the truth was revealed to him 
—Joskins Junior was dying. 

" My God ! " he ejaculated under his breath, 
for the suddenness was a shock to him, and withal 
a painful shock, for had he not been the dying 
man's constant attendant night and day? Ay, 
and there is a tie throughout humanity, that 
'' one touch of nature " that stirs our fine emotions 
when the parting comes, no matter what the con- 
ditions may have been. 

Joskins Junior raised his eyes, tried to raise his 
hand, his voice, but failed, looked Forster full in 
the face, then closed his eyes and died. 

" Heart failure. Nothing on earth could save 
him," said the doctor. '' I knew it as soon as I 
saw him this evening." 

• • • • 

Copy of the last Will and Testament of Josiah 

Joskins Junior, of GuniawaUa Estate, 

Ceylon. 

I, Josiah Joskins, of Guniawalla Estate, and of 

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estate and the whole of my property and personal 
belongings to Henry Forster, who has not told me 
one lie since he came to me three months ago. 
(Signed) Josiah Joskins. 
In presence of Wilfred Maartens, M.D., 
and Richard Clipper, solicitor. 

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CHAPTER IX 

Gipsying in the moonlight — A perfect dreamland : 
with curious inhabitants, though ! — They fall in with 
a fakir — Two prophecies : one fulfilled — A rogue- 
elephant abroad — Government reward of j£s 
offered — Cynthia's resolve — A midnight call on 
Mohammedans — A minah present and a haiiri 
compliment. 

THERE was little sleep that night at the 
rest-house (Amda/ama), seeing that it was 
a case of move on at daybreak in order 
to avoid the heat. Consequently by noon, 
after an excellent tiffin cooked under a huge 
mahogany tree, all were inclined for a stesia. 

Although the floor of the cart was not downy 
— no amount of rugs could make it that — the 
travellers enjoyed some hours of refreshing sleep. 
A cup of tea on awaking made them fit to continue 
the journey at sunset. 

Of a truth this night travelling was enjoyable ! 
It made them renounce day journeying alto- 
gether, for besides the heat was the glare. Insects 
there were at all times, albeit Cynthia showered 
Keating's powder with reckless extravagance, 
seeing that it costs 50 cents a small tin out there. 
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to stare, particularly at the white Nona with 
" clothes " on her hands. 

But in a day or two the travellers got beyond 
the villages, and the few pedestrians they met 
were of a very low type, their brains too stagnant 
even for curiosity. One queer specimen was 
deserving of remark. Cynthia labelled it "a 
peregrinatory bundle of bones, leather-bound," 
and insisted upon stopping to ''interview." // 
was ^, fakir. 

The services of the Indian cook were requisi- 
tioned, he being the only one of the party con- 
versant with Hindi,Qx Hindoostani, as it is wrongly 
called. 

In this wise they learnt this '* bundle of bones, 
leather-bound," this fakir, to be more polite — ^had 
pilgrimaged the length and breadth of India, like- 
wise of Burmah and Thibet 

Years of ascetic life and rigorous training had 
developed occult powers which he generously 
declared all possess. 

Would the Sahib like to witness some mani- 
festation of these powers? He would. Very 
good. 

Thit fakir forthwith commenced to unpack the 
burden on his back, the principal item being a 
bamboo framework or sca£folding. This he held 
with his right hand, while he mounted step by 
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haps of eleven feet — he paused, with arms ex- 
tended, to effect a balance. For some reason or 
other the framework remained perfectly steady 
and perpendicular, while ^^ fakir stretched him- 
self out like a spider on its web. At intervals on 
the bamboos were huge nails, rusty, but sharp at 
the point These nails distinctly penetrated the 
man s mahogany-coloured flesh when he stretched 
himself out on the framework. Thus he remained, 
a hideous wound made by each nail, from which 
the purple blood flowed — remained thus for the 
space often minutes or so ; excepting for the blood, 
a lifeless figure of clay. Then, muttering some 
strange gibberish, animation returned, and making 
movements so that the nails were extricated from 
the wounds, the fakir with his toes kicked away 
the scaffolding and remained himself alone unsup^ 
ported in mid-air. Yes, there this weird creature 
remained, his lean, chocolate-coloured limbs appar- 
ently stiff and cataleptic, his eyes fixed upwards 
and glazed. 

'' It's a fact," said Cynthia in low tones of 
wonder. "At home they would say we were 
hypnotised." 

Presently the limbs became more Ufe-like, 
mobile. The fakir drew a long, deep breath, 
then sprang to the ground. Other feats this queer 
being accomplished, but all savoured of the same 
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cognised laws of nature. They had an uncanny 
flavour,and conveyed an indescribably disagreeable 
impression, or rather sensation. 

"Abnormal creature!" ejaculated Cynthia; 
'* he's a nightmare ! Can he see into the future ? " 

Whereupon the cook put the question, translat- 
ing this reply, given while the fakir stared into 
Cynthia's eyes with orbs like two coppery-red 
suns: 

" This lady has travelled much and will travel 
much more. Her friends are of high caste : they 
understand her best. She has many enemies. 
Her best deeds are fated to make her worst 
enemies. She will live to old age and die in 
plenty. A life of adventures, but more of sadness 
than of joy." 

Then turning to Cynthia's husband : 

"Sir, your troubles will be all over in three years." 
(Just within the time specified Cynthia was left a 
widow.) A few rupees, a bag of rice, and this 
gruesome fakir went on his way. Then pande- 
monium, when creatures of the jungle before 
retiring to rest assemble and hold parliament. 
Parrots and parakeets, coming in flocks and 
screaming on the wing ; monkeys, chattering and 
quarrelling; cheetahs, jackals, boars, buffaloes, 
elephants, roaring, howling, trumpeting ; the king 
of the jungle — the elephant*s voice above them all. 
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the newspapers of a reward offered by Govern- 
ment for the capture, dead or alive, of a *' rogue 
elephant/' which was committing no end of 
mischief and wanton destruction in the village — 
a peril to villagers and to property. 

" What if we gained the reward ! " said Cynthia, 
eyeing the gun, always loaded ready for use. * ' The 
vulnerable part, the back of the ear ; don't forget, 
should we encounter the big "black sheep.*' Worst 
of it is my heart always softens to naughtiness — 
it's so nice ! Hark I that must be he ! " 

The whole earth seemed to vibrate; but this 
was the finale. Thunder-like reverberations died 
away in the distant jungle, then all was quiet. 
Peace, perfect peace. And oh! the loveliness, 
the glory of the night ! All Nature was at rest 
But no ! As they walked — for walking was pre- 
ferable, far, to jogging and jolting in the cart these 
cool, moonlight nights — as they walked they con- 
stantly kicked itinerant somethings of various sizes 
— tortoises, from the size of a penny-piece to that of 
a dinner-plate, out for a constitutional. During 
the heat of the day they rest in the bed of streams. 
The tiny young ones are really beautiful : their 
shells are so transparent and delicate. Cynthia 
wanted a nursery of them. But, alas! young 
things grow old alike throughout Nature, and 
when reminded of this sad fact she recollected a 
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old thing ! how patiently he had drawn the cart- 
load of white mice in their game of " gipsying " ! 
That was a game, this reality. And yet it scarcely 
seemed so. The moonlight and the landscape were 
so romantic, so ideal. The day brought so many 
worries — ^the monkeys worst of all. Just as they 
were about to fall into a delightful slumber a 
long hairy arm would be thrust in, and seizing 
Cynthia's plaited hair tug away at it vigorously, 
or a fight would take place on the cadjan roof 
for possession of something looted by one bolder 
than the rest. In this way Cynthia's "green 
goggles" went, and she had the satisfaction of 
seeing them adorn the nasal organ of a hideous 
monster high up in a mahogany-tree. They were 
a perfect pest, these monkeys — re-incarnations of 
all the sinful attributes and actions of imperfect 
humanity, the Theosophists might say. 

But after another day, or rather night's, travel- 
ling they observed traces of cultivation, and 
presently a trim little bungalow, with blue-painted 
lintels and window sills, came into view. Mahom- 
medans, of course ; for are not the followers of 
Islam the cleanest and most decent-living people 
in the East ? Pity 'tis, 'tis true. 

" Let's make as much noise as possible and 
wake them up. I'm in just the mood for a moon- 
light call," said Cynthia, commencing to sing and 
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for what looked like a bundle on the verandah 
moved ; another bundle moved. Bundle No. i 
had a voice, for it spoke ; bundle No. 2 ditto, for 
it answered. Both bundles rose and came forward. 

"Good evening," said Cynthia in her most 
winsome tones. 

" Salaam Mahaimaya : Nona Salaam.'' 

Both, still bundles (Cynthia was glad of that), 
greeted and bowed low. 

"May we — er — call upon you? Never mind 
the bungalow, the verandah will do," continued 
Cynthia, making for a Singapore chair. 

" Nona Salaam I " came another greeting close 
behind. Cynthia looked, but saw no one. Mean- 
while the Mohammedans were offering cocoanut 
water, whisky and soda, tonic water, and oranges, 
and at the same time satisfying their curiosity as to 
the identity of their visitors. They had heard that a 
gentleman in the Government Service had bought 
land in that district for planting. It was good soil 
— they had proved it — and must prove profitable. 

" Nona Salaam.*' Again Cynthia turned, but 
could see no one. ** Some one behind the purdah," 
thought she. **Er— may, mtg^At I see your — 
ladies ? " she asked in her sweetest of voices. 

The two men looked at one another, and an 
awkward silence ensued. " Your wives, I mean," 
added Cynthia, which, instead of mending, ap- 
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" Nana Salaam^'' again from behind. 

'' I thought, as they were so kind in greeting me, 
they must be awake, and — might like to see 
me. 

" Ah, the minah I *' exclaimed one of the men, 
proceding to take down a cage in which was one 
of these birds, quite wide awake and very much 
inclined to be communicative* 

" Then it was this who greeted ? Really ! What 
a wonderful bird ! Does it speak English ? " As 
if in answer the bird promptly replied : 

" Hard up, lady — Unlucky devil — Poor chap ! " 
as distinctly as she could say it herself. 

Yes, indeed, minahs are wonderful birds. Their 
attachment is so great, moreover, that to them 
literally there is " no place like home." They must, 
therefore, be domiciled when mere fledglings, 
otherwise they would find their way home be it 
ever so far away. 

On parting, a young minah in a trim little cage 
was handed as a present to Cynthia, which evoked 
this response. 

'^ I think you Mohammedans charming people, 
although you wouldn't admit me, beii^ a woman, 
to your heaven!" To which the younger and 
handsomer made reply : 

" Oh, but we have hauris f " Not so bad for a 
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Puggarees to be pinned up — Mischievous monkeys 
— Cook, the consoler — A webby- white ghost 
visible in the moonlight — A prize for the Psychical 
Research Society — Human supremacy : and con- 
ceit — Life not worth a moment's purchase in the 
Paradise of Adam. 

ABOUT sunset, jackals and porcupines, 
peacocks, wild cats and cheetahs would 
. emerge from the jungle and take a look 
at the caravan, but they appeared more 
frightened far than the human occupants. The 
monkeys continued their mischievous tricks, mak- 
ing determined efforts to relieve the travellers of 
their puggarees^ which were too safely secured, 
however. It isn't pleasant all the same to have 
one's head nearly pulled off, so \Sx^ pMggarees had 
to be pinned up. Whatever they succeeded in 
purloining they fought for, and the battle royal 
often as not took place on the roof of the cart, to 
its detriment sometimes, inasmuch as a brown 
limb would protrude ; afterwards the shrieking in 
getting it extricated was ear-splitting. Though 
the country now abounded with animal-life, not a 
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as ever a landmark and a guide. Frequently that 
peculiar ''hiss" heralded the approach of the 
cobra, who, with head erect, would gaze at the 
travellers as though asking, "Who are you? 
What business have you here ? " Tic-polongas 
in plenty there were too. It seemed incredible 
that this was the same world as our London with 
its streets and its shops, and its throng of hustling 
humanity. And yet, not as now was it here 
ages ago. Then this part of Lanka was thickly 
populated by the aboriginal Vedda, not many of 
whom remain, although had they penetrated the 
jungle they might have encountered a few. 
They have not the audacity of monkeys, these 
Veddo ; shyness is a product of evolution only 
developed in the human. 

There is a bird in Ceylon the natives call '' the 
devil," as they believe it to be the precursor of 
evil, bad luck, or death. It is a huge owl, and 
has a weird and mournful cry. 

" That bird always come after this ' caravan,' " 
said the cook consolingly. It was a fact though. 
It haunted them, " like an evil genius," Cynthia 
said. One night as they were jogging along, 
near midnight, they beheld a ghost. What else 
could that shadowy, opal-white form be that moved, 
actually moved, in the moonlight 1 It had been 
one of the many dreams of Cynthia's girlhood 
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''faked up" modern ''materialisation/' but a 
genuine old-fashioned webby-white transparent 
ghost. Here surely it was ! 

" Gracious heavens I A ghost 1 " she exclaimed 
as the diaphanous mass evolved itself before their 
very eyes. Would it come nearer? Even the 
little bulls could see it ; no clairvoyance was this. 
A veritable ghost in the act of shaping itself for 
its midnight walks abroad. The bulls stopped 
and jibbed at it Nothing would induce them to 
go on while // evolved It required no eye- 
strain to behold a huge mass forming, a mass 
whiter than the moonlight, and ghasdier. All 
were sound asleep in the cart but themselves on 
foot, and the bulls who refused to move, appar- 
rently stricken with terror. What should they 
do ? Waken the cook ? 

Now this was easier said than done, as all are 
aware who know the native. However, it was 
accomplished Rubbing his sleepy eyes and 
looking ahead he saw It — ^the ghost. Cynthia 
was prepared for a howl and a hasty retreat. 

But, nothing of the kind. 

" Devil's Trumpet," said he complacently. 
" Big Devil that, have such big trumpet See, 
Lady, opening now. Only at night in moonlight 
that flower open. Devil blow plenty nice smell 
through that trumpet Lady smell it ? " Cynthia 
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filled the air. So it was a flower this ghostly 
object, a midnight blossom, which when fully 
open takes the form of a monster trumpet, called 
by the natives in consequence — for everything 
huge and mighty is accredited to the diavolo — 
the Devil's Trumpet. Its fragrance is not only 
languorously sweet but contains narcotic pro- 
perties which speedily produce drowsiness. Cyn- 
thia was just beginning to experience this effect 
when she received a severe blow on the head 
which at another time might have stunned. 

Now it aroused her. It was a gargantuan cen- 
tipede, resembling a bar of gold some eleven 
inches in length, with a hundred slender branches 
by way of limbs and emerald green eyes. A 
beautiful work of art rather than of nature, it 
looked. What a necklet for some slender white 
throat! Cynthia was thinking as it lay there in 
the road. But when its lobster-like claws opene 
and closed, and the fine feathery sting went 
awagging, she envied not the society beauty who 
would wear it ! Her own escape had been narrow 
enough. 

Now the consciousness of human supremacy is 
very gratifying, though it may be based on human 
conceit. As a matter of fact, human life in some 
quarters of God's earth is not worth a moment's 
purchase. A sting from one of the least of these 
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tarantula may take both conceit and breath out 
of a giant in less time than it takes to tell. 

Nevertheless, Man is Lord of Creation, and 
is never more proudly conscious of the fact than 
when encompassed by creatures that could quench 
his spark of life in a few minutes, as in the Para- 
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A scene from Macbeth — How Cynthia took her 
matutinal tub — Devastation ; desolation — 
Driving a pair of miniature bulls noi in the native 
way — They pay a visit to an ancient rock temple 
— A Buddhist m^nk and the modem madam over 
the top of a palm-leaf fan — << Such treasure ! 
Such waste 1" — ^An '* awful example I'' — Was this 
the "rogue"? 

IT was only the mud verandah where they 
sat and supped some three nights later, but 
the moon shone radiantly upon them, and 
with gun and revolvers in readiness, a mon- 
goose, and fires burning briskly all around to keep 
away snakes, and wholesome viands cooked to a 
turn — what could human beings want more ? 

The voices of the little encampment sounded 
strangely in the midnight jungle. The natives 
moving about looked like figures in a shadow 
pantomime, while Cynthia's appearance might 
have suggested one of Macbeth's witches and 
her husband's Mephisto. It was well on in the 
morn when they sought their couches. Never- 
theless the sun had just risen when they took 
their bath. 

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pouring water from a calabash over one's head. 
This is the native and most healthy way of bath- 
ing, however. If Europeans would but adopt it, 
we should not hear so much of that " touch of 
the liver " so general in the tropics. After this 
and a cup of tea and '' string appas " they 
felt "fit." The daylight though revealed one 
disagreeable fact — the estate had been allowed 
to go to rack and ruin ! Notwithstanding the 
fact of the monthly remittances to cover salary of 
the superintendent, coolies' pay, renovations in 
the way of fencing after attacks of invading boars 
and buffaloes, " nursery " planting, &c. &c., 
nothing had been done apparently for months. 
Jungle, nought but jungle, the few plants there 
were being choked by it. Where was the superin- 
tendent ? No one knew. The two coolies were 
dispatched to bring a full force of male agricul- 
tural labourers, and would not be likely to return 
before evening. What to do meanwhile } There 
was the cart, but who was to drive } 

"Come along. We'll drive — ^somehow," said 
Cynthia." " The bulls are in the stream. Cook 
will get them out." 

Cook did, and furthermore volunteered to assist 
in harnessing, that is, getting the rope through the 
beasts' noses. Hindoos are far more obliging 
than Sinhalese. With a store of light provisions 
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climate here was much cooler than Colombo, the 
air was fresh and invigorating. The scenery, at 
intervals between the jungle, appeared to Cynthia 
to be made up of bits from every country in 
Europe, only that in Ceylon the trees are of huger 
proportions and never leafless. One peculiarity 
of this island is that the cobra or its outline per- 
meates all nature. One sees it twining round the 
plantains, on the bark of trees, as a parasite climb- 
ing the trunk, on stones, rocks, everywhere. 

Our travellers little knew what they were under- 
taking in attempting to drive a pair of miniature 
bulls. Presumably they — ^the bulls — missed the 
customary means of goading, biting their tails 
and probing the awful sores on their haunches ; go 
they would not, or if they did it was at their own 
sweet will. 

It was well on in the afternoon when they 
pulled up at the Rock Temple for inspection. 

In the towering cliff of massive rock was a 
footway of uneven steps, evidently the work of 
man ages upon ages ago, judging from the worn 
condition. The afternoon sun beat fiercely on the 
rock, giving back terrific heat. It was a mount. 

But the view alone was worth it — so Cynthia 
thought. The broad, blue Indian Ocean, in which 
the Maldive Islands looked like green-backed 
turtles : the whole extent of Ceylon, that pearl 
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Peak and Adam's Footprint* always and for 
ever in view. 

The sole sign of vegetation at top of the rock 
was the Ficus Religiosa, or Sacred Bo-Tree. 
There it stood, centuries old, sheltering the shrine, 
erstwhile Hindii, Buddhist now. Perhaps one 
might more correctly say both — Hindii-Buddhist 
— for within, the Vihara is a queer pantheon of 
gods, goddesses and demons, in the midst of which 
Siddharta in the three postures gazes with sorrow- 
laden eyes. The panelling of alternate ivory and 
silver is encrusted with the grime and cobwebs of 
centuries. 

" Such treasure ! Such waste ! " sighed Cynthia. 
The monk, their guide, however, could not under- 
stand such lamentation any more than he could 
the cut of her tailor-made coat and skirt, which, by 
the way, he eyed not disapprovingly from over the 
top of his palm leaf, always provided against the 
alluring glance of woman. The altars, laden with 
the waxen blossoms of orange, areca, and myrtle, 
helped to make the heavy air still more stifling, 
while insects were there in billions. One huge 
furry spider spread half across the face of a mon- 
ster wooden Buddha. In a community of gem- 
studded gods in gold, silver, and ivory was a black 
one, carved in ebony. This was Krishna, and 

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surrounding him were the milkmaids, semi-draped, 
bold-looking young women. 

Cynthia heaved a sigh of relief on returning to 
fresh air. 

"Well," said she, "if there be anything in 
* storing up merit ' I reckon I've secured a fair 
amount this morning, for never before did I en- 
counter my two ' holiest horrors,' dirt and spiders^ 
as in that temple ! " 

The return journey was a problem in gymnas- 
tics for all concerned. The only explanation 
being that one of the demons, or a company, had 
come out for a holiday and obsessed the little 
bulls. 

Upon arrival, Cynthia immediately sought rest, 
uttering but one word — '* Tea." 

As answer there came an awful thud on the 
roof above, speedily followed by a cloud of dust, 
with glimpse of the sky beyond, and much 
squeaking and squealing, fluttering and flapping. 
Again a thud, and down came a heavy weight 
upon Cynthia's limbs. Not by nature given to 
screaming, Cynthia did now — with all the power 
of her lungs. A huge black object with wings in 
a frantic state of flutter, the size and weight of 
an infant, lay in her lap. The light was too dim 
to discern what it was. 

Cynthia, meanwhile struggling to escape, cried, 

Send for the cook, and a light ! " 

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Both forthcoming, the former proceeded to in- 
spect with his kitchen lamp — the usual lighted 
wick afloat in an eau-de-Cologne bottle. A smile 
illumined his dark features when he said : 

" Flying fox, sar." 

By this time the uninvited visitor was quiet, in 
fact, abnormally still. 

" Poor thing, it has fainted ! " said Cynthia re- 
covering herself and turning on a spray of eau-de- 
Cologne from another bottle — always at hand. 

The Cook's broad smile broadened still more. 

" No faint, Lady. Flying fox been at toddy. 
Toddy drawing season. Too much drunk." 

** What t " Cynthia, inclined almost to fanatic 
principles re the "drink question," shrieked. 

" Lady hear monkeys in jungle make much 
noise in toddy-drawing season; all get much 
drunk, then quarrel, iight. No constable come 
take 'way monkey. Very bad time this, lady." 

Incredible as this may seem, it was a fact. 
This, then, accounted for much of the pandemonium 
going on until the small hours of the morning — 
Toddy l"^ 

That night in the moonlight the coolies returned 
with some forty odd others. Poor emaciated 
creatures, there appeared little stamina in them 
for the hard work of clearing the jungle. But, 

* This Toddy is like a mixture of champagne and ginger 
beer, and is very intoxicating. 

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like our British workman, they know how to take 
work in homceopathic doses. It was useless to 
attempt to sleep until the inhabitants of the jungle 
quieted down. And this was not before the hour 
preceding dawn. Cynthia was then composing 
herself for sleep, when another disturbance oc- 
curred : a rustling against the mud wall inside the 
bungalow, the camp beds being as usual in the 
centre. Carefully raising the mosquito-net with 
one hand, the other on a loaded revolver, Cynthia 
peered out A small lamp burning sufficed to 
reveal a strange object — a long dark proboscis 
swinging pendulum-fashion, behind which, and in 
the framework of the open window, two very 
bright though small eyes shone like glittering 
diamonds. 

** An elephant ! Can it be the ' Rogue ' ?" was 
Cynthia's immediate thought. No, she would not 
shoot. What if she missed aim ? Death, certain 
death. Besides, had she not recollections of youth 
and " Zoo days," and Jumbo, dear Jumbo ! 

A tin of Huntley and Palmer's biscuits was 
within re<ach. She threw one. It was caught in 
the trunk, conveyed to the mouth, and the trunk 
stretched out for more. Another was thrown, and 
another, until none were left There were the 
morning's appas^ but these were beyond reach. 
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Meanwhile the trunk was stretched far as it 
would go» and a little, very little, voice said, 
"Wee! wee!" 

Get those appas she must Perhaps their lives 
depended on it At this moment her husband 
awoke. 

" What are you doing, sitting up like that ? 
My God I what's that ? " 

*' Hush ! be quiet ! Give me those appas. It's 
all right" 

'• Right ! It's the Rogue. The gun " 

"No," said Cynthia, "No. I entreat you 
not Give me those appas. Now, see I " And 
one after another was thrown, caught, and eaten 
by the visitor, until all were gone. 

Then, gracefully swinging his trunk a moment 
or two he drew it out and took his departure. 

Was this indeed the Rogue ? At the thought 
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Cynthia's first ** at home " in the jungle — A shock 
to woman's vanity — A good night's rest disturbed 
— An alarm — Wild buffaloes break in — All up 
and armed — Exciting spectacle in the moonlight — 
Bungalow and occupants in deadly danger — A 
majestic presence — "An elephant, by Jove!" — 
« Dear old rogue ! " 

A T 6 A.M. the firing of the gun was the signal 
/\ for the coolies to assemble. They obeyed, 
y ^ with laggard step and sullen countenance. 
Not an interesting group by any stretch of 
the imagination. Where was the superintendent ? 
Still non est. Nobody knew; nobody ever does in 
Ceylon. The coolies commenced hacking away with 
the mamoties. Not so very difficult to get thus 
far, but to keep them at it ! As soon as the white 
backs turned, down went the mamoties. Without 
supervision nothing would have been done. The 
narcotic and poisonous fumes emitted by the 
undergrowth caused such vertigo Cynthia was 
compelled to return to the bungalow and while 
away the dreary day with the aid of magazines 
they had fortunately brought with them. After a 
couple of hours or so, on raising her eyes she beheld 
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straggling procession. This was, at all events, a 
break in the lonesome monotony. 

" What do you want ? " Perhaps it was the 
imperfect Sinhalese, which failed to elicit more by 
way of reply than a fixed stare. Cynthia sum- 
moned the cook, her unfailing resource — when 
sober. 

''Palyan/'' said he (''be off"). 

"No; don't send them away. Ask them what 
they want," said Cynthia. 

*' Come to see English Lady,*' was the trans- 
lated answer. "Not seen English Lady never 
before." 

" Oh ! Then let them inspect to their hearts' 
content." 

The cook grinned, and passed on the invitation. 
Cynthia little knew the price of it, though ! The 
natives are so literal. They take both the inch 
and the ell — and the yard, and more. The women 
came up, one by one, always afraid of the devil 
behind if they walk side by side. They came in 
time, all of them, and gazed from the top of her 
(Cynthia's) tepee to the sole of her leather shoe, 
then backwards, or rather, upwards. What 
appeared to fascinate them most were the twelve- 
buttoned doe-skin gloves. Their big black eyes 
were hypnotised by them. Cynthia set great 
store by these gloves. They fitted like skin, and 
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in the jungle was that otherwise her arms would 
have been tables dhSte for mosquitoes. 

" They're admiring my gloves/* she was think- 
ing. "After all, there is that 'touch of Nature 
that makes us all akin/ even in the jungle/' she went 
on, philosophising and humouring her feminine 
vanity at the same time as she stroked her white 
doe-skins. Still the dozen or more pairs of 
black orbs remained fixed upon them. It became 
monotonous, that gaze, after awhile — a veritable 
" eat- em-up " sort of gaze. 

" Ahem ! " This to break the monotony. With- 
out result, however. " Ahem ! Cook } " 

'* I coming, lady." 

" Er — ask them what they think of me ? " 

Now Cynthia was not a vain woman, not vainer, 
that is, than most ; but she never imagined 
they'd say aught less than a queen, with those 
gloves on I 

The Cook did as desired. The women looked 
at one another and spoke a few words very low, 
glancing at Cynthia furtively, and again rivetting 
that deep, fixed stare on the gloves. The Cook 
grinned, but was silent 

"What do they say?" asked Cynthia. It 
occurred to her the cook, being a young man and 
a bachelor, might be shy to translate a gush of 
admiration. And yet she was curious, very 
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" Come, speak out, man, " she continued, 
encouragingly. 

" Sinhalese women say 'Lady crazy,' " he blurted 
out 

" Crazy ! And why, pray ? " 

" Sinhalese women say Lady wear clothes on 
hands. Lady must be crazy. Sinhalese women 
Yraid, and ask to go/' 

Cynthia laughed, not too amiably. 

" Oh yes, they may go — certainly." 

Thereupon a babel of tongues, as the women 
grouped around the cook. 

" What now ? Tell them to be off— a/ once.'' 
It is not pleasant to be thought crazy, and to be 
told so, particularly when you think you're being 
regarded as a Queen. 

" Sinhalese women say they want rice-money," 
the cook continued translating. 

*• Give them rice ; and there " — throwing a 
handful of coppers, '* And tell them, not to come 
c^ain^ 

This was Cynthia's first At Home in Jungle- 
land ; she intended it to be the last. 

That night the moon rose late, and it was much 
quieter, so they resolved to improve the oppor- 
tunity by having a good six hours' sleep. About 
I A.M., however, they were awoke by a strange 
commotion. Buffaloes had broken in. Luckily 
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promptly. A singular sight presented itself on 
opening the door: a herd of wild buffaloes 
careering about in the moonlight, and setting up 
savage and distracting bellowings. From a safe 
vantage it was a wonderful spectacle. Alas ! No 
vantage of safety was there, however. Should 
the herd dispose to turn in that direction the 
whole " encampment " might be demolished. 
Guns and revolvers were immediately in requisi- 
tion. Wild roars rent the air as shot after shot 
was fired. Possibly now, more from fright than 
fury, the buffaloes bellowed and bounded, break- 
ing down the fence and everything that came in 
their way. The howling of the wounded was 
horrifying. But what else to do? Property, 
human lives were at stake. It demanded all 
their efforts, all the ammunition likewise to kteep 
the terrified and infuriated beasts at bay. There 
seemed no limit to them too. No matter how 
many fell, others filled the gaps. It was an eerie, 
witching spectacle in the moonlight. The still 
atmosphere soon began to reek with the odour of 
blood. But the battle went on. The intention of 
the frenzied creatures was evidently to storm the 
bungalow. Desperate endeavours they made, 
only kept back by the volley of shot, for every 
one of the party, five all told, continued firing for 
dear life. The odds were in favour of the buffa- 
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their heads wildly, half a dozen of them would 
band together to make an attack, each attack 
more determined, each animal more frantic than 
before. 

Perhaps it was the excitement that kept hope 
burning in the human breast More likely they 
realised not the peril, the terrible fate which surely 
must await them. No such fear, indeed, no such 
thought ever entered their heads. It was sport 
— ^glorious sport. Cynthia even was carried away 
by it. 

"Stay! What is that .>" For the first time she 
spoke, as through the smoke-charged atmosphere 
she beheld a large dark form moving majestically 
amongst the wildly careering animals, scattering 
and dispersing them. Colossal it looked as it 
wended its way, the very shots ricochetting as 
they struck the monster's back. 

" The field-glass — quick I " — the air being too 
thick with smoke to see distinctly. 

" An elephant, by Jove ! " Guns and revolvers 
were laid low. There was something grand, 
almost sacred, in the way that huge creature 
made a path for himself amongst the bellowing 
buffaloes. 

All held their breath as on he came, stepping 
over slain and expiring carcases — ^a veritable 
king of the jungle, regal, grand I All unconcerned 
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and wide, the buffaloes awe-stricken by the domi- 
nating presence, until it had the path to itself. 
Would it come their way, was now the thought 
in each human mind. Cynthia's feminine intui- 
tion answered, " No." Furthermore it told her 
this magnificent creature, this king of the jungle, 
was their protector, their friend. 

" Dear old thing! Dear old Rogue," she found 
herself murmuring ; '* he has come to protect the 
hand that fed him." There were tears in her 
eyes as she strained them to watch him, this 
elephant, as he passed on in the moonlight — on, 
into the heart of the jungle, and was seen no 
more. The invading army of buffaloes was 
vanquished. Then Cynthia ought to have fainted, 
but she didn't, nor even had hysterics for the first 
time in her life. No, she had a whisky and soda 
instead, and afterwards went to sleep again, when 
all was safe and quiet, murmuring, ''Dear old 
Rogue ! He came and saved the life of the hand 
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" A scene worthy of a Dante I " — ^The jungle ablaze 
— ^The monster pursued by flames and smoke — 
A soul-thrilling situation — How the big boa^ 
constrictor emerged — Better than sport 

A LAS ! a piteous scene was revealed at 
/\ dawn ! None of the coolies turned up, 
/ \ moreover. The two days' pay would 
keep them a week, why work ? 
The third day, however, some of them put in 
an appearance. The forest land had to be 
burnt ; no manual labour could effect that clear- 
ance. Coolies were consequendy stationed at 
certain distances with blazing torches of rolled 
cocoanut leaves. At a given signal — the firing of 
a gun, they were to set fire to the dry and 
tangled branches. A swish and a roar and a 
magnificent spectacle was presented. Gigantic 
tongues of flames darted out from showers of 
sparks, with masses of purple smoke alternately 
belching forth and ascending in sunlit circles to 
the skies, amid a roar, a cracking and a stupen- 
dous glow. "A scene worthy of a Dante!" 
breathed Cynthia. 

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rolling clouds of smoke and the living tongues of 
flame there emerged a boa-constrictor I Now 
arched to the height of a giant, now gliding 
along on its belly, the marks on its beautiful skin 
glittered in the fierce light of fire and of sun. All 
looked on — fascinated by the sight For a second 
or two it would be hidden or be seen very indis- 
tinctly through the smoke. But anon its gemlike 
eyes would flash out, and its writhing, wriggling 
form reappear in a frantic endeavour to escape 
from the scorching, devouring flames. An excit- 
ing, an awful chase for life I It seemed there was 
purpose in those relentless flames. Like fiends 
they pursued^ sometimes overtaking this monster 
of the forest. Not a word was spoken as the 
flight and pursuit went on. The jewel-like eyes 
scintillated frenziedly as the boa-constrictor sped 
on, the merciless flames pursuing. The heat given 
out by the blazing forest was tremendous. Many 
other creatures of the jungle endeavouring to 
escape likewise came out. But they were speedily 
swallowed up, consumed, and seen no more. 
Only the boa-constrictor survived. Amidst the 
cracking and the roar the "hiss-hiss" of the 
cobra was distinctly audible, besides at times the 
muflled moan of the huge boa-constrictor in its 
flight for life. Dismal was that moan ! It had the 
death-bell tone. Once, when the fire overtaking 
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reared to well nigh its full length, facing the 
glorious midday sun. Then hurling itself at a 
tree, twined around the trunk, and uprooted it in 
an instant Fuel for the fire, more fuel, which 
only made the blaze the greater. Ah, but it — 
the uprooted tree stayed its progress though! 
There was strategy in this supplying of fuel — the 
wisdom of the serpent The rapacious flames 
were satisfied — for a few seconds. In these few 
seconds depended the issue of events. The boa- 
constrictor, cunning, wise, took advantage of this 
opportunity. A few seconds only. But that 
sufficed. Danger was left behind. With mighty 
leaps and bounds, at a pace pen cannot compete 
with, this huge creature coursed over and under 
the undergrowth, through the branches, many ot 
which were broken and flung aside, its great coils 
diminishing, the flash of the glittering eyes be- 
coming rarer and rarer, until the monster was 
lost in the distant jungle. Not a trace of him 
now, nor ever again was seen. 

"Why didn't you shoot him and get his 
skin ? " has been the first and frequent question 
asked by Europeans at home. 

No. There are times when the keenest sports- 
man hesitates. This was one of them. The 
grandeur of the scene, together with the despera- 
tion of the situation verged on the sacred. 
Cynthia would as soon have shot her darling 
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A queer creature : Was it a blae-fiBu:ed gibbon ? — 
Human heritage : woe ? — Cynthia envies the mis- 
chievous, merry monkey — A sanguinary stream — 
How they lost one of the little bulls — A gargantuan 
maw — "Hardup!" What should theydo? — Moham- 
medan kindness — *< There's no place like home." 

IT was trying, wearisome work superintending 
the coolies. Monotonous also for Cynthia, 
alone on the verandah, particularly when the 
magazines were exhausted. * * H ave it done by 
contract," she suggested for the nineteenth time, 
when, next morning, not a coolie put in an appear- 
ance. It seemed likely to be a case of Hobson's 
choice. 

"Cheer up. The matutinal tub awaits. Come!" 

What would the ladies of King's House have 

said if they had seen Cynthia in pyjamas showering 

the water from a calabash over her curly flowing 

locks in the middle of that crystal clear stream } 

"Cheer, boys, cheer; no more of idle sorrow," 
she sang between whiles. There was no one 
to see, no Mrs. Grundy (a pity that), for the 
rainbow-coloured jacket was very becoming to 
delicate, transparent skin. European ladies 
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dence in Ceylon owing to anaemia. The water 
was cool and delightfully refreshing. But as 
she raised the replenished calabash and with it 
her regards she espied — an object. What was 
it ? A gibbon ? a blue-faced gibbon come to 
join in her song, for a certain species of this 
monkey does sing ? No ; this was too tall for a 
singing gibbon : they are small creatures. What 
was it? Dark-brown in colour, innocent of 
clothing, a head covered with a tangled shock of 
black hair, partially covering the face also, from 
out which two bright but frightened-looking 
eyes peered and for an instant met her own. ** A 
Vedda! by all that's wonderful!" A flash of 
flat feet and he was gone ! Back to his home in 
the jungle, never to emerge again, terrified 
may be by the vision of an Englishwoman in 
pyjamas! The lasting impression left on Cynthia's 
mind was the sad melancholy of the countenance 
beneath the temporary fear. Upon mentioning 
this to an ethnologist afterwards, she was told this 
melancholy is the chief characteristic of the 
aborigines of Ceylon. They cannot laugh nor 
smile, never having had occasion for either. And 
yet, how jolly are the monkeys! Is this our 
human heritage — woe ? 

*' If I am to be reincarnated," philosophised 
Cynthia, " let me be a mischievous monkey ; not 
a singing gibbon, but a " 

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* What's the meaning of this ? " Her solilo- 
quies were interrupted by the stream's clear 
water becoming ruddier and ruddier. At a few 
hundred yards' distance the little bulls were like- 
wise taking their morning tub. Now as Cynthia 
traced the stream's change of colour away yonder, 
she saw one of the bulls sink, sink beneath, while 
the water became still ruddier. Then arose what 
looked like a big coral reef, only that it had jaws 
that opened and closed, while red blood poured 
from an awful maw. With a shriek she was out 
of the stream and calling — Help ! But alas ! too 
late. One little bull had fallen a victim to that 
gargantuan maw, one of its hind legs being entirely 
bitten off, while the body sank into a watery grave. 

Of all their experiences this was the worst. 
The crystal streamlet was turned into a streamlet 
of blood. In a moment a halter was procured 
and the other bull rescued and drawn out. No 
more tubbing in that stream ! Never again ! the 
idea was too horrible. 

" It might have been the Lady," said the Cook, 
whose notion of consoling was to pile on agony. 

" It's quite bad enough. Cook, for with all his 
little caprices he was one of us," was the reply. 

They were only "little caprices" now, poor 
little bull ! That awful crocodile ! 

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return — ^a solemn one — ^they found robbery on a 
wholesale scale had been committed. Not a tin 
of any sort of provisions was left ! Yet, not a 
trace of any of the marauders. Where could they 
have got to ? Where had they come from ? Ah, 
this was the land where slight of limb as well as 
sleight of hand is an inheritance. Looks were 
exchanged — in silence. 

" Hard up ! " said the minah — opportunely. 

This evoked roars of laughter. 1 1 was so apropos. 

** Hard-up, indeed ! " echoed Cynthia. 

" What shall we do ? " 

*' Go home .^ " Cynthia, up to now, had never 
been known to show the white feather ! 

'* Can't, with only one bull," was the reply. 

*' Snipe," suggested Cynthia — for with all her 
horror she was hungry — pointing upwards. 

Bang, bang, bang! Snipe in plenty. Then 
there was bread fruit, and/a^, and yams . . • 

'' Oh, well fake up a breakfast fit for a queen. 
By the way, I wonder how ye native likes our 
Paysandu tongue, Bologna sausage, mock turtle 
soup, foie gras — Oh— ooh — oh! Never mind! 
here cometh Cook with breakfast — houp li 1 " 

This, some half hour later. Cynthia, rising from 
the inverted chattie, had need of all the good 
spirits astrologers ascribe to her as a native of 
Jupiter. When she looked for knives and forks 
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was visible — ^all had gone in the burglarious raid. 
It might have been a "scratch" repast; it was not 
without its touch of humour and merriment all 
the same. And, as Cynthia's philosophy had it, 
'' Did it not betoken a climax to the bad luck ? " 
There is, in nature, a universal ebb and flow : 
when things reach their worst — ^wasn't this the 
worst, to be stranded minus provisions, minus 
means of obtaining them in an unknown, unin- 
habited spot in the jungle } The situation was 
original at any rate. Wouldn't it afford a splendid 
opening chapter to a thrilling romance — a penny 
novelette ? 

The elopement of a wildly romantic young 
couple — ^an earl, of course, and — no, not a poor 
but pretty governess, earls have better taste now- 
a-days — a Gaiety girl ; or, better still, a multi- 
millionairess disguised as a daring chaffeuse^ dash- 
ing out of sight of Society, keen on exchanging all 
its shams for the '* simple life " of the jungle. So 
Cynthia's imagination run on, keeping all amused. 
Suddenly she stopped. 

•' S— sh ! Dinna ye hear >— Wheels I " 

All stood at attention — Cook included. 

Wheels sure enough— out on the road. 

To the fore, with flags ! It might be Jacobis 
returning ! Pyjamas were hoisted and flourished 
frantically, with the result that the cart was seen 
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Lopping along for a while it then pulled up 
and the occupants, two men, Moslems, judging 
from their conical straw hats and clean shaven 
heads, were seen to alight Gathering their 
kambayas around them to keep free of the briars, 
and exposing a length of limb in a charmingly 
natural manner, on they came, picking their way 
through the undergrowth of jungle. When near 
enough to recognise with the naked eye — for the 
field-glass was part of the plunder — 

'' The Mohammedans ! " was the dual exclama- 
tion. 

A minute later, *' Salaam Mahatmaya : Nona 
Salaam,'* was the greeting, touching their fore- 
heads with their finger tips. 

Cynthia was in no mood for les convenances. 
She plunged into a recital of the circumstances of 
the situation, their pitiable plight, instanter. 

Wanting provisions? Their (the Moham- 
medans) cart was well stored, for they were 
journeying far. 

All was at the Makatmaycis disposal. 

Thesuperintendent — washe nothere.^ theyasked. 

The superintendent took himself off the night of 
arrival and had not returned, they explained. 
At this the Mohammedans exchanged looks and 
smiled. Cynthia knew that smile. 

** Do you know anything of him ? " she asked. 

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man, Jacobis, had not been on the estate for 
months, no nearer in fact than the Rest House, 
where wages, coolie hire, &c., awaited him on the 
third day of each month. With this he had pur- 
chased a small property near his native village, 
where, with two women whom he had taken to 
wife he was living contentedly, at his master's 
expense. The story of his heroic encounter with 
wild boars had been evolved from his own imagi- 
nation. 

The leg wound, however, was reality, having 
been acquired in training his own bull. The 
wound had healed, the Mohammedans had been 
informed ; but upon hearing the Mahatmaya was 
coming means had been resorted to re-open 
and irritate the wound afresh, in order to 
exempt him from walking and work, in addition 
to exciting sympathy and gaining a reward for his 
heroism and sufferings; all of which had been 
crowned with glorious success. 

Why had they, the Mohammedans, not told 
this before ? 

They thought this was the object of the 
master's visit, to inspect and make other arrange- 
ments ; likewise that the man Jacobis had already 
been discharged, the fact of their not seeing him 
the night of the moonlight call helping to confirm 
this idea, and that another superintendent had 
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" The rascal ! " ejaculated Cynthia, " Don't you 
remember how he remained in the cart on that 
occasion, our moonlight call, his leg more than 
usually painful, as he declared ? Oh dear ! virtue 
is indeed its own reward in this wicked world, for 
' divil a bit is there any other.' " 

The Mohammedans were full of sympathy and 
willing to give any and all assistance in their 
power. It was hard but — Kismet I " 

" Yes, and Kismet^ your coming this way," 
answered Cynthia. This pleased them. They 
salaamed^ they beamed. ''If you could spare us 
one of your bulls now," she went on, improving 
the opportunity as tactful woman best knows 
how. Another gracious saiaam from each. A 
bull should be sent at sundown. Meanwhile, 
would the lady permit her cook to go to the cart 
and select what might be required in the way of 
provisions for the rest of the day and the forth- 
coming journey ? What Christian could do 
more? 

The Mohammedans' word was kept. By 6 p.m. 
the caravan was equipped. By 8 p.m., when the 
tars were shining brilliantly, they commenced 
their homeward journey. 

"So much for our gipsying in the jungle!" 
said Cynthia. " After all, there's no place like 
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A strange experience of an opium den — ^How the 
different raoes are affected — " Chinaman glory in 
tears" — A Tamil tom-tom beater runs amudc — 
The greatest surprise of all 

THE night was in keeping with the occa- 
sion — dark, notwithstanding the fact of 
millions of stars that shone with wondrous 
brilliancy from out that purple-black dome. 
It was a drive of some hour and a half in a country- 
hackery (being the least conspicuous) along the 
dusty, hot high road. At about 1 1.30 the hackery- 
wallah pulled up at an ordinary caddy, whence, 
although shut up at this late hour, issued a 
pungent aroma of chilis, tempered by others 
less invigorating. The cculdy was a detail, or, 
more correctly, a day-time adjunct of this cadjan 
and wattle erection. As a matter of fact it was 
an opium den. A screen of plaited cocoanut- 
leaves, which by day was raised and supported 
on a couple of poles, now hid the entrance. 
A gentle tap, however, immediately elicited a 
response, the occupants of the hackery beii^ 
expected Nevertheless, the only preparations 
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at each edge of a tattle. This tattie being a trifle 
too narrow, revealed a glimpse on either side of an 
inner apartment. When Cynthia took her seat 
she found she had a support for her back in the 
trunk of a cocoanut-palm, which towered through 
the roof to the height of about eighty feet. But 
behind the tattie the midnight drama was about 
to commence, in that ill-lit, badly ventilated 
apology for a room. Already a dozen or more 
** natives " of different nationalities and castes 
were assembled, caste being on these occasions 
sunk in one common brotherhood. This company 
was continually being supplemented, and each 
new-comer seemed to gravitate to his own place, 
be it a seat on a low " string bed " covered with 
dingy drapings, or the mere cow-dunged floor. 
The garish glare of wicks afloat in cocoanut-oil 
showed up a very fair-sized apartment, bare, with 
no attempt at decoration or comfort. A couple 
of attendants — Sinhalese — moved about, each 
carrying a copper plate or dish, the one contain- 
ing smouldering embers, the other pipes, cups of 
black coffee, little mounds of leaden-coloured 
sticky-looking stuff, tobacco, and a long needle. 
No sooner did a new-comer enter than the 
attendants approached him with these offerings. 
If a pipe were taken a small quantity of tobacco 
was put in in the usual way, then with the needle 
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of three diflFerent sorts — opium, mixed with bhangs 
or with gungah, or hasheesh. This on the needle 
was heated over the red-hot embers, then blown 
upon, and a ntantram, or charm, muttered over it 
This done, the opium, with bhangy gungah, or 
hasheesh, by means of the needle was probed into 
a little hole in the pipe's bowl ; another man- 
tram, whilst steadily and fixedly gazing into the 
contents of the pipe, then placing the stem in 
the mouth, a few ** draws " (the number vary- 
ing according to the temperament), and the 
smoker passes into oblivion of all material sur- 
roundings. The pipe appeared the most popular. 
Those who chose the coffee (in which, of course, 
were the same ingredients) manifested restless- 
ness, and in some cases half a dozen cups were 
drunk ere peace possessed the drinker. Some 
there were who, ignoring both pipe and cup, took 
the opium with the tip of the little finger and 
swallowed it thus. This seemed the most expe- 
ditious. The "den" by midnight was packed. 
The cow-dunged floor was carpeted with brown 
beings of all shapes, sizes, and shades — all in 
demutoilette, while the " string beds " and Singa- 
pore lounges were alike crowded. Those who 
wore anything around the throat — an Appoo (head- 
servant), for instance, brave in a fine linen shirt of 
his master's — ^took the precaution to loosen it, as 
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divested themselves of it, although at any other 
time not for a consideration could they have been 
induced to do so. That head-comb marks Vellaia 
caste. The features of one man when the turban 
was laid aside appeared to be familiar to Cynthia ; 
more and more so as she strained her eyes to see 
until convinced. Then : "Our Muttu I " she mur- 
mured beneath her breath, for even then she 
could scarcely credit the evidence of her visual 
senses. It was a new Muttu they had recently 
got, diyaung mzxiwitk his turban, bald and quite old 
without — the new Muttu nevertheless. One must 
be prepared for surprises in the East — Ceylon 
is a land of them. It was interesting to observe 
the different effects on the different nationalities, 
for be it remembered there are thirty-six different 
peoples in India alone. A Sinhalese of Vellaia 
caste, albeit combless now, a good-looking man, 
well-groomed, and with large dreamy eyes and 
splendid teeth, notwithstanding their dazzling 
whiteness was stained by "betel" chewing — in 
less time than it takes to tell, he was "off." Still 
as a corpse, except for an occasional twitching of 
the muscles and slight uplifting of an eyelid when 
nothing but the white was visible. A figure in 
stained marble or in bronze could not, but for 
these little convulsive movements which soon 
abated, a statue could not have been more serene. 
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either his brow ached or was heated, presumably, 
by the way his hand pressed it. He tossed about 
on the floor, muttering incoherently to himself. 
Evidently fearing that he should disturb with his 
one-sided argument, the attendant came and gave 
him a poke with his big toe, a most useful member 
of the human body to an Oriental. This having no 
lasting effect, with his own dirty little finger the 
attendant administered another dose of the sticky 
compound, then, with a kick, turned and left him 
— pacified now. 

A Chinaman soon dropped his pipe, and, hug- 
ging his knees, commenced weeping, genuine 
tears filling his almond-shaped celestial eyes; 
these the attendant sympathetically wiped away 
with the shedder's long blue-cotton sleeve. Ap- 
parently this Chinaman's was ^^ the luxury of 
grief," for he went on weeping, always with a 
bland, broad grin on his countenance. 

''Chinaman alway do so," the proprietor 
obligingly explained. "Chinaman glory in 
tears." 

All was strangely silent now. Strangely weird, 
too, were the shadows cast by the gestures of the 
occupants of that inner apartment. The narcotics, 
perhaps, were in the air, for the scene seemed so 
visionary, so unreal. Even the most prosaic 
might have found it difficult to preserve their 
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Suddenly » however, a long, loud shriek dissipated 
the soporific silence. 

A tall and handsome Tamil of Berewayo^ or 
tom-tom beater caste, had risen, and was striking 
picturesque but by no means i^walarming attitudes. 
What a figure for a tragedy ! His immense black 
eyes flashed fire all round. One bronzed arm was 
uplifted. But not before the bony fingers had 
taken a knife from the loin-cloth. The uncovered 
limbs made attempts to stand erect, many at- 
tempts, and failed. Then another effort and the 
man was up, swaying though, as he brandished the 
knife and continued declaiming. 

** Tamil -man run amuck. Lady have no fear," 
said the proprietor, reassuringly, and motioning to 
the attendants. Immediately a brazier containing 
smouldering embers, on which powdered narcotics 
were thrown, was held beneath the Tamil's 
nostrils. The threatening gestures subsided, the 
knife fell to the ground, the whole body became 
limp, while those black orbs gradually lost their 
fire, their anger. 

He sighed, and would probably have fallen had 
not the two attendants — for the Tamil was a big 
man and heavy for an Oriental of his caste — sup- 
ported and led him out into the cool air of early 
morning. 

Cynthia thought they had better follow suit. 
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galore from the obliging proprietor, who himself 
undertook the awakening of the hdckery-wallah — 
no insignificant undertaking. Cynthia thanked 
the stars shining brightly still above her when she 
found herself outside the " opium den." It had 
been a night of experience, but the mom brought 
the greatest surprise. Upon opening th^ Jalousies 
at 7.30 there was the Tamil, the run-amuck 
Tamil, atop of a ninety foot high cocoanut palm 
leisurely plucking the nuts, seemingly in no wise 
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The Portuguese Ceylonese: interesting people — 
Cynthia receives an invitation to a Sfram-sirom — 
Cynthia accepts — Poor Mrs. Grundy! — ^The Fcm^ 
tkmga, the Sirombello at their height — ^A scene of 
reveby by night — ^The monsoon bursts — ^A sodden, 
satin train. 

IT was on the platform of the Dehiwella railway 
station one evening that Cynthia first saw and 
heard a company of swarthy-complexioned — 
not olive nor cinnamon-brown like the Sinha- 
lese — ^musicians making merry with fiddles — violins 
would be a misnomer — guitars, castanets, tambour- 
ines, and other queer-shaped, oddly stringed in- 
struments. The effect was fascinating. 

''Who are they? Not lethargic Sinhalese, 
surely?" 

"Oh, no; descendants of the Portuguese — 
merry fellows and born musicians — all relegated 
to the mechanic class here now,'' was the answer. 
" Interesting," said Cynthia, recollecting that 
prior to the Dutch, Ceylon had been in possession 
of the Portuguese. " I wonder if they still dance 
the strombello, the fandango, and the bolera? 
rU ask " ; and in less time than it takes to tell the 
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The swarthy faces, with passion-lit eyes, soft- 
ened with smiles. Ves, they could dance the 
fandango, &c., &c.| and by way of establishing 
that fact the musicians not only struck up, but the 
entire company commenced to execute, with ever- 
increasing allegro step, the opening figure of the 
fandango. 

The Colombo train came in just then, bring^ing 
its contingent of British who reside in pretty 
bungalows here by the sea. These British mani- 
fested their superiority in their accustomed way 
— ^with a hard stare. Nevertheless the fiddling 
went on, with the occasional clash of cymbals, 
rattan and jingle of the tambourine, twanging of 
guitars, and click-clack of castanets, in addition 
to the graceful gyrations of the dancers. 

•' Bravo ! " 

Now much of Cynthia's happy life had been 
spent among Austria's Old Nobility. Perhaps from 
them she had acquired a certain '^ manner." The 
proud nobility of Austria are exclusive in the 
extreme — ^little changed from the age of feudalism, 
one might say. All the same, the noble of Austria 
may and does meet the mechanic, the peasant, 
with a freedom the unbending and often snobbish 
British would not dream of. There are two 
reasons for this : one, the Austrian noble of ancient 
lineage ^Xidpure descent can afford it ; the other, 
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ape, never encroach. Had these mechanics, Mrs. 
Grundy, been of your and her nationality, Cynthia 
might have held her nez retrousse in the ain As 
it was she clapped her hands — 6 J gloves, if you 
please — and exclaimed, ** Bravo ! " 

** Would the English Lady like to witness a 
Stromr-strom ? " This question was asked when 
dance and music ceased. If so, a Strom'Strom 
extraordinary was to be held in a bungalow at 
Slave Island on Friday. They would feel 
honoured if the lady and gentleman would attend. 
A bow worthy of a toreador or of a brigand chief 
was the graceful finish to this little speech. 

"At what hour?" 

Nine o'clock. 

Half-past nine on Friday night found them 
seated in their Stanhope en route to Slave Island. 
The atmosphere was dense with heat, the long- 
expected monsoon seemed never to come. Already 
upon their arrival they found a large company 
assembled. The ladies wore much velvet and 
lace, their gowns cut d la Europien. But it was 
Lisbon, not London, or rather a scene from some 
outlying town near the mountains en fite — ^a bit 
of the Pyrenees dropped down from the skies, as 
Cynthia averred. Whatever it was, it wasn't 
Sinhalese. There were symbols and pictures 
about betokening Christianity, for all these good 
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ing, the ladies unfurling their fans, big and black 
and gold. Faces beneath mantillas and blossoms 
of frangipanni beamed a welcome. All rose to 
curtsey. Such ease, such grace ; were they indeed 
but mechanics ? Yea, verily, for did not one now 
stepping forward to escort the visitors to seats after- 
wards make Cynthia a pair of shoes for which she 
paid five rupees ? To a student of ethnology 
these people are very interesting. Zola attributes 
everydiing to heredity. If not everything, there 
is much in it. 

Generations under tropical climatic influences 
may, musf, adapt some traits ; moreover, there is 
the mixture of blood, that musi out Notwith- 
standing, these people are a people to themselves 
in Ceylon. The Portuguese proper might not. 
quite recognise them now as their own, any more 
perhaps than would the Scotch those sandy-haired 
gamins with ** black " faces who clamour for cents 
from their pure-blood brethren — ^poor little outcast, 
half-caste souls, nobody's children ! 

But the Strom-stram. The strombello now 
was at its height to the clash of cymbals and 
frenzy of fiddles. A wild whirligig waxing faster 
and faster until it ceased — ^suddenly ceased. Then 
a gavotte was danced very gracefully by a 
blooming young woman with red blossoms in her 
black hair and a swain in a suit deserving of a 
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the unmistakable air of the coquette and a 
witching smile which she wisely bestowed on her 
partner — her betrothed, once in a while only. 

The funny man— there's always the funny man 
at a party — was Punchinella His upper storey 
may best be likened unto a plum pudding, a very 
rich one at that ; the middle and lower effected a 
compromise betwixt Court dress and a Golliwog. 
Every gesture was a joke, every glance a comedy, 
his whole personality radiated hilarity, while the 
clap-trap of his lengthy sabots on the cemented 
floor was musical accompaniment and setting to 
his screaming comicality. 

It was excessively hot, but nobody appeared to 
mind that. They drank cup after cup of steaming 
hot coffee, mostly " black," smoked cigarettes and 
ate sweetmeats fried in oil. 

Perhaps the prettiest of all was the minuet, 
danced by a quartette, men and girls alike wear- 
ing long wide sashes of soft Indian silk, red, 
orange and green, the girls as sari, the men as 
cummerbund. These they waved and handled 
very gracefully to the rhythm of the motion, 
which motion was poetry in itself. Languorous, 
dreamy was the accompaniment, the dancers seen 
only through the mists of rising clouds of incense 
lending to the visionary effect. Almost indeed 
mesmeric was the effect, the music so low, the 
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Silence, moreover, except for that soft, slow 
music, soothing, hypnotic; and a vision, veiled 
and sensuous of colouring subdued, and grace and 
beauty^ held some charm, some spell. 

But — what was that ? All on a sudden a fierce 
wild shriek that seemed to rend the night, the 
heavens from end to end ; then a roar, rever- 
berant, a crash and a ^wish — ^the mighty m<Misoon 
had burst t 

Every one started. Every one rose. For- 
tunately the dance was ended. And now the 
entire bungalow was alight with fitful, forked, 
intermittent glare*— the glare of flashing fork 
lightning. Then again the entire dwelling 
shook with the roar of thunder, seemingly of a 
volley of cannonade, and again and again the 
whirlwind swish — sw-is-sh of the drenching rain. 

The mighty monsoon had burst — at last 

The news went round in the brief, very brief 
intervals, for at other times the noise was pande- 
monium, no human voice was audible. It was 
another world. All in a moment, all found them- 
selves habitants of another world. Doors, 
windows, had perforce to be closed, otherwise 
they would have been banged off their hinges. 
In spite of this, gusts of fresh air forced them- 
selves within, chilling the perspiring occupants of 
the room to the very marrow. And yet, how 
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with damp ; in half an hour it would be mildew. 
Cynthia wondered how they should get home. 
The phaeton had been left drawn up under a big 
banyan tree. How fared it with the mare and the 
Muttu ? Such force would surely be spent — ^for 
a time at any rate. In this assurance they drank 
the steaming hot coffee, gladly now, and waited. 

Closely the company sat side by side, in twos 
mostly, the noise so tremendous without, this 
close proximity was compulsory — to be heard — 
Punchinello earnestly gazing into the timid eyes 
of a pretty little lace-maker ; by way of reassuring 
her, he doffed the comic Punchinello to assume 
the pensive Romeo. All in twos they sat about, 
silent, save for the language of the eyes. At last 
a cessation — temporary it might be. They had 
better avail themselves of the chance. The Muttu 
presumably was of the same opinion, for the 
crunch of wheels outside, labouring along and 
making deep ruts, announced the Stanhope 
phaeton. 

Bows and smiles, and the company arose. 

'* I thank you for a very pleasant evening," 
said Cynthia, extending her hand to the gay and 
festive shoemaker, looking like the climate now, 
clammy and limp. Clammier, limper, though, 
was the MuttUy while the well of the phaeton was 
a well! Cynthia stepped in with white satin 
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something like brown paper swaddings about 
her feet. 

The monsoon burst again ere they reached 
home. How they managed ever to reach home 
remains a mystery to this day. Beneath an 
avalanche from top of the phaeton-hood they did 
emerge however, Cynthia dragging a heavy 
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A Ta$nbu (Moorman hawker) calls — Cynthia rejoices 
when he tells her hell bring her a good cook — Cook 
comes : queer in aspect, but a treasure ! — Revela* 
tions of a peculiar order in the kitchen — A pedant 
compelled to return to earth as a humble Tamil 
cook — Dictionaries — A bibliomaniac in dictionaries. 

CYNTHIA was sad. The cook — an 
Indian from Tutticorih — who had been 
with them throughout their gipsying 
in the jungle had given notice to leave. 
Regretfully, he declared, as he had a very 
kind master and mistress — gratitude that is 
somewhat rare from the servants in Ceylon, for 
the native Sinhalese are not by nature responsive 
to kindness, while the Hindoo immigrants are 
for the most part the discarded *' black sheep" 
and ne'erdoweels of India. This one, however, had 
proved himself both honest and willing : and now, 
when circumstances compelled his leaving to join 
his brother in cultivating a cocoanut garden their 
savings had recently purchased, he seemed and 
was truly regretful. Moreover, he was grateful. 
This is why Cynthia was sad. Where should 
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breakers breaking on the coral reefs on the 
coast of beautiful Mount Lpavinia, answered 
"Where?" 

Cynthia, stretched on a cane lounge on the 
verandah, was scribbling in pencil her latest woe 
to her friend in Austria — the two dogs, Punch 
and Sprite, beneath. Presently a growl from 
Punch, a growl developing into a bark, in which 
Sprite joined. 

" Only a beggar I " thought Cynthia, going on 
with her scribbling, knowing full well the beggar 
would make for the kitchen quarters. 

** Lady liking buy books, newspaper ? " came 
a voice — the voice of an itinerant Tambte (Moor- 
man hawker). The choice in literature is cer- 
tainly not extensive in Colombo. Londoners 
would say indeed it was limited. Cynthia pur- 
chased a stale copy of a sixpenny journal for a 
rupee, after which, observing that the Tambte 
was an intelligent man and well groomed, as 
Mohammedans invariably are, she broached the 
question uppermost in her mind. Did the 
Tambte happen to know of a Tamil cook ? 

The Tambie did — an honest, excellent man. 

'' Bring him, and I'll give you a santosum^' said 
Cynthia relieved — jubilant. 

'' Later on that same day the Tambie returned 
with the man. Grey-haired, elderly — "all the 
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taking all round mental notes, for she had been 
long ''out" now. 

A pair of remarkably intelligent eyes, restless 
rather, lean, in fact a mere backbone of a man. 
" Brains predominate " was the mental summing 
up. Good. 

*' Can you make good soup ? " 

" Yes Lady, very good soup." 

"Cook fish properly? Make good curry .^ an 
entrie ? a souffli t " &c &c. 

*' Yes, Lady, very good " to all, to which he 
had the Tambie's endorsement, *' This man good 
cook — Lady, very." 

" You'll do. Go to the kitchen and begin to 
prepare the dinner at once. This is your lug* 
gage, I presume 'i " pointing to a box left outside 
the verandah. 

" Yes, Lady, my luggage. I go 't once." 

" And tell Cook — the other cook — ^he may go 
now — ^when he is ready. Dinner at eight, mind." 

" Salaam, Lady." 

Cynthia heaved a sigh of relief, and passed 
three rupees on to the Tambie — his santosum. 

Before driving to the Secretariat that evening, 
Cynthia thought it well to look in at the kitchen 
— this outrage on the customs of the country had 
long been her habit Ceylonese kitchens are not 
remarkable for their illumination. It was a full 
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new cook — it was divested now of the white 
jacket, consequently was less distinguishable in 
the gloom. At the end of the long stove he sat ; 
to be correct, he was asquat on top of it, turban- 
less, with only a loin-cloth as covering to his brown 
withered body. At first Cynthia mistook him for 
a decayed branch, for fuel set up there. But that 
there was a human being present, she was assured 
by the droning, monotonous and minor, that was 
going on. 

** The Vedas^' Cynthia paused to listen. No, 
not the Vedas not Sanscrit at all. What was 
it.?" 

" Epi-cur-ism : the science of lux-u-rious living, 
Epi-glo-tis: a car-til-age which pre-vents food 
from enter — " 

" Cook ? " The call had to be repeated. 

Then, with a leap like unto a fore elder of the 
jungle, the *' withered branch," wearing a wild 
shock of hair at top, sprang to the ground, getting 
within a coat, cloth and turban in less time than 
it takes to tell. 

••Lady calling?" 

'* Yes, I came to see if all were right for dinner. 
Ahem ! What are you reading ? " Walker^s 
Dic-tian-ary I 'Very instructive. But — dinner 
at eight, mind." 

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his mistress. ** How lucky I asked that Tatnbie I 
No more quarrelling over the Ayah I Our 
worries are over." With a flick of the whip oft 
started Mascotte for the Fort 

Dinner that night was a dream. 

''If I see that Tambie^ TU double the san- 
tosum,*' said Cynthia while taking their cofiee in 
the moonlight on the verandah. 

" Better wait," was the reply. 

Next day the Tambte did reappear, emerging 
from the kitchen, his mouth full. He salaamed, 
** Lady wanting book, newspaper ? " 

'' No ; but I wish to thank you for bringing 
the cook — here's another rupee for you. He's a 
treasure." 

Some few days later, on taking the bazaar 
account, there was a deficit, some seventy-five 
cents deficit. The contents of the tray containing 
the market purchases for the day being gone 
through again and again carefully, the summing 
up remained the same. 

" Seventy-five cents short, Cook." 

Cook turned his pockets inside out. His face 
was innocence itself, suspicion was out of the ques- 
tion. It was hot and irritating work this study in 
arithmetic, the thermometer at lOO in the dining- 
room. 

"Boy! Punkah! Wake up," cried Cynthia, 
when t\\^ punkah ceased swaying. 

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" Dear me ! Well, perhaps you'll remember 
by and by : if you haven't lost it" 

" I not lost, Lady," still looking about and feel- 
ing in his pockets, the picture of innocence. " I 
very sorry. Lady, very. I make 'pology — humble 
'pology." Then sotto voce^ " To 'pologise, to make 
'xcuse for." Aloud : "I most particular man, 
honest, account correct, Lady find *lway. Lady 
counting wrong, not ? " 

"Certainly not. There is seventy-five cents 
wanting, and — it must not occur again." In 
answer a murmur, '' Occur, to happen, to come 
about" 

Cynthia stared : she could not help overhear- 
ing, '' What an extraordinary man ! " she was 
thinking — "so original!" But aloud she said, 
" That will do. Remember next time ; as I told 
you when engaging, I am very particular. Now 
go. And — ^tell th^ punkah boy he must not go to 
sleep. I have some literary work to do." 

" Lit-er-ary work do " came like an echo, but 
two black eyes blazed from out that withered 
nut-like face. " Lit-er-ary work do " was repotted 
as after a salaam the little shrivelled old Tamil 
tottered away. 

On the return that evening from a long, long 
drive, the dinner-gong was a long time sounding. 
No explanation being given by the Appoo, Cynthia 
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stove was what looked like a withered branch. 
It now assumed a still more weird, not to say 
uncanny appearance, in the flickering light of 
wick afloat in cocoanut oil. The fires, all three 
of them, were out. A low monotonous dron- 
ing was the only sign of life. '*A witches' 
kitchen with a vengeance," was the thought in 
Cynthia's mind. The fitful, sickly glare fell full 
on a pair of wild dark eyes, restless, yet full of 
intelligence and abnormally lustrous, eyes like 
flash-lights flashing from a tangled jungle of 
grey-black hair; one long scraggy arm held a 
book in hand, if hand it could be called, it 
resembled most a claw, while a quivering, 
cracked voice muttered in monotone what 
sounded something like French. 

" Cook ! " Cynthia was wanting her dinner ; 
time was of account. ** Cook I " 

Down descended the "withered branch," 
scrambling into clothes. Then, in full dress and 
dignity, made a salaam and reply : 

" Lady, I attend" {sotto voce), ** Attend, to fix 
the mind on, to heed, to hearken to" — "Lady 
wanting? Lady de-sire}'^ {sotto voce), "Desire, 
to wish for, to want." 

" Dinner— of course ! " Cynthia was in no 
mood for speculating, trifling : she was one- 
idea'd at present. " It's half-past eight and — 
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Muggage'" — "and the fires are all out and the 
saucepans stone cold, and — put that book down, 
give it to me. What on earth do you want with 
Nuttall's Dictionary ? " — flinging the same into a 
corner amongst a heap of refuse already evolved 
to organic life, microbes in millions. " Now, go 
on with the dinner and let it be ready in twenty 
minutes. Set to at once." Cynthia took a turn 
in the moonlight ere she returned to the front 
verandah — ^truth to tell to cool her anger, which 
is easily excited in the tropics, not to mention the 
fact of famishing. 

" It's all right. Dinner will be ready in a few 
minutes," she said pleasantly on her return. 
'* Something occurred — went wrong. It's all 
right.'* 

Now, singular to say, there occurred an all 
round rise in bazaar prices at this time — meat, 
poultry, rice, everything went up. 

'* Bazaar fluc-tu-ate. Lady ; " (soiio voce)/* Fluc- 
tu-ate, to rise and fall : at present rise, therefore 
Lady paying more," explained the Cook logically 
enough. 

'* But this is preposterous ! " 
" Pre-pos-ter-ous, out of all propor-tion." 
" Don't repeat my words. Attend." 
" Lady, I hearken, I 'tend — ^give heed to." 
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*' Minus, without" 

"And yet, here you are again without. It's 
disgraceful ! Preposterous ! " 

" Pre-pos-ter-ous, out of all pro-portion — 

er " The thin, cracked voice of the old 

man stopped short, then went on : 

''Salaam, Lady, that coat dirty, dhobie take 
wash." 

" Have you no other ? Surely with the wages 
I gave you only yesterday, and the box of— of 
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'xcuse for present, please 'xcuse." 

" And meanwhile " — Cynthia had a bright idea 
— '* meanwhile, forgetful of your caste, neglectful 
of all — all amour prapre " 

'* Am-our prO'pre, self-respect, vanity——" 

Cynthia shrieked. In a state of pant she fled 
through the bungalow to the front verandah. 

It was some time after, when she had regained 
coolness and composure, she recollected Cook 
had told her his late wife had been a native of 
Pondicherry and had spoken French. 

Next day after breakfast, when the kitchen 
had been purified with Jeyes' Disinfectant — 
another queer custom of this eccentric English- 
woman — and Cook had been seen to pass through 
the compound — ^still coatless — Cynthia went on a 
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" box of clothes,*' as the natives call it, was un- 
locked — open, in fact. All it required was a kick. 
Over it went, contents falling out Books, 
nought but books. Soiled, worn, well-thumbed, 
falling-to-pieces books most of them : one or two, 
however, clean, comparatively clean, well nigh 
new. Cynthia with her foot brought the lot 
towards the kitchen door and the light Then 
one by one she picked them up and read on the 
title-page : " Walker's Dictionary,*' " Webster's 
Dictionary," ''Johnson's Dictionary," ''Nuttall's 
Dictionary," with here and there between a 
foreign name, and some in languages she knew 
not of. English, French, Portuguese, Dutch, 
Tamil, Sinhalese, Sanscrit, Pali, Hindi— oh, it 
was bewildering the number of dictionaries, 
and some in foreign and strange vernacular ! 
Cook was — what ? A bibliomaniac in dictionaries. 
Yes, that's what he was. Useless, his services 
had soon to be dispensed with. But, looking 
back, Cynthia often wonders if his were the soul 
of some pedant — some prig, condemned for that 
self-same priggishness to inhabit the body of a 
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Cynthia is introduced to « Catseye " — Ck'n-CAm 
lost — A strange experience and prediction — 
«< When blood shall flow "—The prophecy of the 
wonder and the sign — A gorgeous sunset. 

THE Appoo came to his mistress one after- 
noon with a tale that made her eyes open 
wide. 

Cynthia had no doubt now that that 
old saying, ** Wonders never cease," originated in 
the East She lived in a whirl of " wonders/' 

'' How do you know that ? " she inquired 

" Catseye saying that, lady," was the Appoo' s 
answer. 

"And who is Catseye? And what is his 
authority ? " 

" Catseye fakir-man, lady. Fakir-man knowing 
many things : everything {^xx-m^n knowing. How 
many teeth in my Lady mouth fakir-man knowing : 
how many hairs on my Lady's head—-* 

" Tush ! nonsense ! Well, keep a sharp look- 
out. It's preposterous the number of things that 
have been stolen of late. Most of all I valued 
that turkey. I wouldn't have parted with him for 
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Cynthia was indeed troubled about the loss of 
her pet Chin-Chin. She had reared him herself. 
A splendid specimen of that prince of poultry he 
became. Moreover, Chin-Chin had become one 
of her bodyguard. He would follow her about 
the garden, had made friends with the mare — even 
Punch permitting of his escort — ^and was ever by 
her side when either at the piano or writing on the 
verandah. 

One morning his mistress missed his matutinal 
call — a chuckle just outside her window. Since 
that morning no more was seen or known of 
Chin-Chin. A reward had been offered, but 
nothing came of it. Cynthia lost all hope of 
Chin-Chin's recovery or return. 

Now, when the Appoo left her that afternoon his 
mistress sat and pondered. 

"Catseye! What a weird, alluring sort of 
name ! The name of a fakir, too ! " 

A vision at once had arisen before her mind's 
eye of that ** bag of bones," that " peregrinatory 
bag of bones," as she had designated him, who 
had performed such marvellous feats and made 
such startling predictions. 

Catseye! An uncanny name, but suggestive. 
How much she should like to behold the owner ! 
Alas for this heritage of Grandmother Eve ! 

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"Catseye saying that, Lady, must be — w," 
stoutly maintained the Appoo, with the gravity of 
a wooden deity. *' Catseye seeing all way, every- 
thing, every way. Catseye wonderful Fakir-man." 

" Hm. Well, you know, Appoo, it's all non- 
sense, as I said before ; but — I should rather like 
to see this man. Where is he on view } " asked 
Cynthia, with a condescending smile, a smile 
peculiarly and essentially European. 

The Appoo smiled too. What a different 
smile ! There are volumes in an Oriental smile. 

'' Yes, I should really like to see this Fakir. 
He might tell me something about Chin-Chin. If 
he did I would give him a santosum'* 

''Catseye taking no saniosum, lady,'' put in the 
A/poo. 

" Indeed ! He mml be a wonderful man ! 
Well, then, I'd give a santosum to any one who 
would tell me where to find — Catseye," continued 
Cynthia. 

Another smile flit over the Appoo* s countenance 
— his dreamy eye glistened. 

** My Lady like seeing Catseye ; I show my Lady 
way. Catseye staying beside water — always be- 
side water. Beside water Catseye staying now. 
Lady coming see Catseye?" 

Then ensued a brief dialogue, from which 
Cynthia gathered that the Fakir had taken up his 
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^' Tell the Muttu to have the phaeton ready at 
four o'clock. I shall want you to go too." 

That hour found Cynthia bound for the Kelaiyni 
River. She knew the way well, having already 
paid a visit to the celebrated Temple of Kelaiyni. 
It was a long drive from her home in the Cinna- 
mon Gardens though — Mutwal being left far be- 
hind. The clock in the Fort Tower had struck 
six when the phaeton approached a pile of stones 
bearing a resemblance to ancient Druidical re- 
mains. The Appoo spoke to the Muttu and the 
Muttu pulled up. 

The Appoo sprang from his seat on the box, 
and addressing his mistress, requested her to 
alight. 

It was already approaching sunset. The air 
was still and hazy, and silence was over all. The 
river looked like a sheet of silver — a mirror in 
which one saw the reflections of beautiful feathery 
bamboos and graceful, plume-like palms. Not a 
breath stirred the towering cocoanuts that divide 
the river from the mighty ocean. Not a breath 
nor a sound. The air was heavy laden with heat 
and sunshine and cinnamon scent. Already in 
the sky cities, the haunts of fairies, troops of 
archangels, gorgeous heralds and trumpeters, with 
chariots of fire and regiments of horsemen, were 
forming, as though the battle of Armageddon 
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allegories one may read in the glorious sky of 
Ceylon ! 

And beneath it all Cynthia, under the guidance 
of the Appoo, wended her way through the long 
prickly ** love grass ** in the direction of that pile 
of stones by the Kelaiyni riverside. 

At a sign from the Appoo she halted. The 
Appoo uttered a cry — thrice. In answer, what 
looked like a dark-coloured reptile wriggled out 
from the erection of stones. Half-way down the 
body, however, was a cloth — ^a loin-cloth. Fur- 
thermore, Cynthia remarked that although when 
on the ground creeping it had the sinuous action 
of the snake, when the head was raised and the 
body erect the dignity of humanity was there. A 
brief colloquy took place between this strange 
being and the Appoo, after which the latter, 
turning, said : 

'' Lady, please come speaking with Fakir-man 
before sun go down." 

Not without some thumping of the heart, 
Cynthia came forward and confronted the Fakir — 
that most curious of creatures human, if human he 
could be called. And yet Catseye was held in 
reverence : regarded as half holy, though known 
to be foul. Two great black eyes blazed out of a 
face wizened, fleshless, burnt almost black. Hair 
in long matted curls naturally black but burnt red 
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lattei* was filthy. Supernatural was the brilliance 
as well as the power and intelligence of those 
eyes. All the man's vitality was concentrated 
therein. Such was Catseye — the nomad, the 
mendicant, revered and feared alike throughout 
the length and breadth of India and Ceylon — 
Catseye, the Fakir. All hailed his coming much 
as an astronomer hails the advent of a comet 
It was portentous some— many believed. Cats- 
eye was to them an oracle. Catseye was both a 
sign and a wonder. 

Of a truth, as Cynthia confronted this remark- 
able being, above all those eyes she was struck 
with amazement. Was this a creature of ordinary 
human birth? with human proclivities; human 
liabilities? human limitations ? To the last she was 
inclined to demur. The potentialities hidden away 
in those eyes might be illimitable, she was think- 
ing. Therein appeared to be a faculty, a clair- 
voyance that could penetrate her inmost thought, 
search her very soul. Never had Cynthia beheld 
such eyes! Now they were upon her. A 
moment only. Then the Fakir spoke, the 
Appoo translating. A rapid risumi of Cynthia's 
life was given, commencing with the days and 
home of her childhood. Every detail was 
correct. 

Continuing, the ^a^'r mentioned many an in- 
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referred to the loss of her pet Ckin-'Cktn. Chin- 
Chin had been stolen. A vivid description of the 
thief was then given, recognised easily by Cynthia. 
Then the Fakir added. " The Lady will see the 
turkey again — once more — alive. But it will be 
when blood will flow. When blood shall flow." 
These words were repeated, after which, turning 
his great black eyes on the setting sun, Catseye 
bowed his red-matted head and hastily departed, 
back into the hole in the pyramid of stones. 
Another moment and the mighty Indian Ocean 
was transformed into an ocean of gold. The sun 
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Cynthia attends a Doladima — ^A picturesque scene 
in a cocoanut garden by the sea — ^The 365 usages 
of the ubiquitous cocoanut — A KaiUuUya chanting 
10 1 3 manlras — Fulfihnent of a prediction — 
Cynthia's dismay. 

IT was an accepted fact with the natives now 
that this singular English lady loved learning. 
Cynthia, in order to gratify this remarkable 
taste, always made it worth her servants' while 
to inform her when anything of interest was 
coming off — or on. Hence the Appoo one day : 

'^ Lady liking see Doladima ? Good Doladima^ 
morrow, Wellawatta way. Poya night Lady 
liking go see ? " 

Certainly " Lady " would. 
Accordingly at 1 1 o'clock next night Cynthia 
found herself being driven towards Wellawatta. 
It was the first night of a new moon — a poya 
night, as the Sinhalese say — ^, night of shadows, 
ghost-like shadows, chilly too for the climate, so 
that the natives who were about were wrapt up in 
sheets, which of itself contributed to the super- 
naturalness of the scene. 

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In this particular case a thanksgiving for the re 
storation to health of a Vellala caste woman, the 
owner of a nice little cocoanut garden. The 
ceremony was to be held as usual in the cocoanut 
wood by the sea shore. The cocoanut is the friend, 
the fetish, and the universal provider of the Sin- 
halese. In it are contained all the needs of 
humanity, they affirm, besides as many uses as 
there are days in the year. Already troops of 
people, men, women, and children tramped the 
road, whilst others drove bull hackeries — ^all 
swathed in sheets. Shadowy wraiths they looked 
in the mild moonlight Their bare feet making 
no sound, on they went, men and boys always in 
front, processions of them, all bound for the same 
goal. " The devil follows, tracking one's foot- 
steps,'" is an old belief, as well as saying. This is 
why the men and boys go first in the Paradise of 
Adam, putting their women folk betwixt them- 
selves and his Satanic majesty — for safety's 
sake. 

A huge concourse had already assembled when 
Cynthia arrived. The scene that met her was 
a familiar one now, bearing a strong resem- 
blance to the one she had beheld before; only 
that women and children were here, and instead 
of the ScarleMongmed Kaliy Pattini, the Goddess 
of Chastity was most to the fore. Her effigy it 
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the Mai Bulat Tatawa. In front of this altar, 
with his face turned to the East, stood the Kata- 
diya, already chanting his mantras y whilst vis-a-vis 
instead of the poor wild woman said to be pos- 
sessed of a devil, as at the previous Devil Dance, 
was a buxom beaming well-dressed matron, the 
heroine of the occasion — ^she who had recently 
recovered from an illness ; she didn't look it as 
she sat there on a chair, chewing cardamoms — 
she who now was desirous of returning thanks to 
the devas and making offerings {dola — whence the 
word Doladima) to the demons. Much the same 
performance was gone through as before. The 
monotonous intoning of the Kattadiya's mantras^ 
the wild gyrations of the Devil Dancers, the 
lugubrious strumming of the tom-toms, with alter- 
nate shrieking of reeds and savage howling of 
the Netun Karaweyo. The scene, a picturesque 
one in the pale moonlight, was rendered more un- 
earthly by being beheld behind the rising clouds 
of incense. The gorgeous colouring was thus 
subdued ; nevertheless, through all this veil of 
incense and narcotics the flash of the ruby, the 
glisten of the sapphire, and the soft lustre of 
pearls which adorned the convalescent heroine 
were strikingly apparent. 

Night wore on. Cynthia was not sorry when 
informed that owing to no evil demons opposing 
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About 2.30 A.M. music, chaunting, dancing, 
everything ceased — ^suddenly ceased. Silence 
reigned — silence so sudden and unexpected the 
uninitiated felt more than ever conscious of the 
weird scene and witching hour. The only sound 
abroad was the cadence of the wavelets on the 
shore. A few minutes' absolute silence, then a 
gun was fired. 

** Is it over ? " asked Cynthia under her breath* 

** Not yet, Lady. Kattadiya make now sacrificei 
then all bad devil 'way go." 

No sooner said than a peculiar chuckle fell on 
the awe-inspiring silence. 

Cynthia started, straining her eyes to make 
out a huge black substance now in the arms of 
the Kattadiya. The Appoo stared into his mis- 
tress's face. " Lady ! " he said. 

**I know! It is Chin-Chin ! OYiV Simul- 
taneously with that cry of the English lady a long 
sharp blade severed the head of the sacrificed 
bird — Chin-Chin, Cynthia's pet. 

**Once again the Lady will see him — when 
blood shall flow." 

Cynthia, pale, trembling, remembered the 
Fakir's prediction as she rose to go. 

" Blood had flown " — Chin-Chin's own. 

Poor Chin-Chin ! He was the sacrifice — ^stolen 
for the purpose, no doubt. 

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A " master-mason " appears on the scene — Cynthia 
begins to understand some of the " customs of the 
country": not all — Her siesta disturbed — Crowds 
in the compound —A chase in the lake — A time- 
piece stolen — A summons to the Police Court — 
Then to the Supreme — How law is << dispensed" 
in Paradise — Cynthia's unsophisticated amazement. 

ONE evening a Moorman presented him- 
self on the verandah. He came, he 
said, from the landlord in order, with 
the gracious permission of the Mahat- 
ntaya^ to inspect the bungalow preparatory to 
repairs, which, by the way, were sadly needed. 
The Appoo was forthwith told off to escort 
the man — a " master-mason " — round . After- 
wards, with a salaam^ the man withdrew, saying 
the work should be commenced next day. True to 
his word, the " master-mason " appeared at dawn, 
saying the workmen would follow. But the whole 
day passed with no sign of a workman. The 
" mason " remained, however, making friends with 
the servants and the dog Punchy and having his 
curry and rice while waiting — waiting in vain. 
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the fact was told it was the ''custom of the 
country." Oh dear ! how that expression haunted 
her ! She could not get acclimatised to it ! She 
spoke to him — the *' master-mason " — herself, with 
the result that next morning — Friday — a pail of 
chunam (white- wash) met her vision on opening 
the jalousies at daybreak. Even Cynthia had 
hopes now. Alas ! she was growing very sceptical 
in the East, and yet what a golden, glorious land 
it was ! What an Eden ! By noon, however, 
when she went to take her siesta, her repose was 
disturbed by a hubbub in the compound and a 
rush of "natives" passing the window. Punch 
was up and alert in an instant, all on the quiver 
for excitement, yet, as ever, regardful for the 
safety of his mistress. 

The compound and back verandah were crowded 
with people — men, mostly, and the loafers of the 
neighbourhood. What was it all about .>^ It was 
difficult to distinguish the bungalow servants in 
the multitude ; but presently a neat Vellala caste 
Sinhalese, whom Cynthia recognised as the Appoo 
of the bungalow opposite, came forward and 
said: 

" Moorman thief — stole lady's watch — Muttu 
catch him in the lake." 

This explained all eyes being fixed on the lake, 
which the back compound bordered. And there, 
sure enough, in the water was a chase going on. 

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The Oriental glories in sport. Their big, languid 
eyes glowed as they watched the chase. Punch 
also was caught by the excitement. Cynthia was 
dazed for the moment; then remembering her 
watch, chain, &c., were under lock and key, her 
gaze went wandering round the room until she 
missed a timepiece — that was the watch. Still 
the crowd increased. Voices, clamour — for bets 
were on. Meanwhile the swimming-chase con* 
tinued, until the swimmers looked like big 
waterfowl skimming over the lake — the Moorman 
(the pseudo '^ master-mason ") and the Muttu 
(horsekeeper). Useless utterly to demand their 
departure. The mob were in possession, not- 
withstanding the fact of a little Malay constable 
being presently added to the crowd ; he enjoyed 
the sport as much as any of them. It was 
exciting. That hot mid-day sun streaming down 
on the golden water — the chase — ^the crowd, 
heterogeneous yet so picturesque — ^the gorgeous 
blossoms of the pomegranate, flambeau, passion, 
and shoo-flowers — the very atmosphere glinting 
all colours through the sunlit haze I At last a 
cry went up — ^the man was caught. A scuffle 
went on in the water ; then the victorious Muttu^ 
securing his prey, turned and swam back to shore. 
"Heigh — ho!" from the crowd in chorus, all 
craning their necks to get a better view. The 
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of the bungalow opposite explained to Cynthia 
that, being in one of the bedrooms of his master s 
house, he had seen the Moorman stealthily make 
his way into the lady's drawing-room from the 
front verandah. Judging from his manner the 
Moorman's intentions were evil, he — the Appaa — 
came out, crossed the road, entered the lady's 
bungalow, and caught the Moorman in the act of 
pilfering the timepiece, which he endeavoured to 
secrete but failed. Nevertheless, the timepiece 
was retained. 

A struggle had ensued. The Moorman, releas- 
ing himself, fled through the bungalow, and there 
being no other means of escape, leapt into the 
lake. The Muttu, grooming the mare outside the 
stables, pursued. These two — the " master- 
mason " and the Muttu — had been friends all the 
week ; but that's a detail in the Paradise of Adam 
— ^a " custom of the country." No sooner was all 
explained to Cynthia than the swimmers both 
returned, the Muttu holding on to the Moorman, 
who was apparently in an exhausted condition. 
When the constable commenced to belabour him 
with his bdton Cynthia interceded. His — the 
Moorman's — cries were pitiable. At this junc- 
ture another came on the scene — a sergeant of 
police. The Moorman had been caught in 
flagrante delicto. Nolens volenSy Cynthia must 
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Many questions were put by the sergeant, a few 
of them being answered by Cynthia, and jotted 
down in a note-book, while the delinquent lay, 
a limp lump, on the ground* The timepiece had 
been dropped in the middle of the lake, and a 
dozen or more natives were tucking up their 
kambayas preparatory to a plunge in order to 
find it. 

All necessary information being given, the 
sergeant of police, with a request that Cynthia 
should attend at the Constabulary before the day 
was over, made a motion to the constables and a 
" salaam " to the " European Lady " and retired. 
Then the crowd withdrew. The timepiece had 
been fished up out of the depths of the lake, 
broken, massed with mud, and taken posses- 
sion of by the sergeant of police before he 
left 

That evening, upon alighting from the phaeton, 
the first thing that met their eyes in the yard of 
the Constabulary was an iron-barred cage, in 
which sat the *' master-mason." Again his hands 
were uplifted entreatingly as they passed. The 
man looked so abject Cynthia was more than 
ready to forgive had the matter been in her 
power, which it was not. A full report was 
entered in the books, to which Cynthia s signature 
was attached, this formality being preliminary to 
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Colombo Police Court, due notice of which would 
be received. 

Within a fortnight that notice was received. 
One scorching morning found Cynthia in the 
witness-box in presence of the magistrate, a Scots- 
man, Her evidence given — ^and little enough 
there was of it — it resolved itself almost into the 
fact of identification of the pilfered article as her 
own property. The clerk of the court then rose and 
testified to there having been five previous con- 
victions against the accused. ''In that case/' said 
the magistrate, " it is beyond my jurisdiction — a 
case for the Crown and the Supreme Court," 
supplementing this statement with thanks for 
Cynthia's presence and evidence. 

Oh the heat, the stifling atmosphere, the crowd, 
the dust, the blinding glare of that Colombo 
Police Court ! Bow Street is an oasis to it ! 

It was the height of the hot season when all 
Europeans should be " on the hills." Such was 
their programme — Cynthia needed the change 
sadly. She was white as wax, and her buoyant 
spirits were flagging with her physical health. 
But the Crown having taken the case in hand, she 
must be in readiness to answer its demands. 

One week, two, three, rolled on : then one day 
she received the summons. Meanwhile, however, 
the Muttu had been misconducting himself to 
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and despatched. Somewhat awkward^ seeing 
that he was to be one of the two principal witnesses, 
but — the Crown Prosecutor would arrange that, 
that the Muttu should be forthcoming. 

When Cynthia arrived at the Supreme Court 
that torrid morning she found herself the cynosure 
of a thousand or more eyes, masculine orbs, all on 
the alert for the very unusual spectacle of a 
European Lady in Court. Barristers, lawyers, 
or advocates and proctors as they are called in 
Ceylon, minor officials and hangers on of the 
Court, witnesses connected with a murder case, 
loafers of all nationalities of the Orient, all shades 
of colour from chocolate to lemon, all sorts and 
conditions of clothing, with ''traps" equally as 
varied to suit the owner's taste and means. 
There stood Cynthia in the midst, an English 
lady alone, with a thousand eyes upon hen 

*' I would speak to the Crown Prosecutor," she 
said. **Tell him, please," to any whom it might 
concern, and with that air of good breeding and 
culture that impresses and carries weight wherever 
it be. 

Some one stepping forward requested "the 
Lady " to " come this way." In another minute or 
two she was in the presence of the Crown Prose- 
cutor, a compatriot. 

"Certainly 111 hurry the case on," said he 
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afiair. We've got the two principal witnesses — 
your neighbour's Appoo and the Muttu. Been 
discharged, has he ? " he went on. *' Hum I 
Never mind, we've got him. Vm only sorry you 
should have the trouble, annoyance and fatigue of 
coming to Court in this terrible heat But V\\ 
see the case comes on first, as soon as the Judge 
arrives. Ah, here he is ! " Just then a trim little 
victoria and pair drove up. 

This Court was certainly more airy and cleanly 
than the former. Cynthia was accommodated 
with a chair below the table at which the lawyers 
and barristers sat On either side were six 
jurymen seated in a stall, and beyond was a dais, 
in the centre of which sat the dispenser of justice 
in the person of the judge. The witness-box was 
at the left-hand side, and into this Cynthia went 
and was sworn. 

The little she had to say she said, identifying 
the wrecked timepiece which lay on the table as 
her own property. The hero of the tragedy was 
in full view of judge, barristers, jury, witnesses, all, 
from behind the bars of an iron cage, a constable 
on either side of him. 

The Appoo, entering the witness-box, gave his 
evidence unfalteringly and very conclusively. 

Only the Muttu's statement was required to 
settle the matter. A monster punkah kept up a 
continuous draught over the head of '' the Court," 

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but its refreshing effect did not reach Cynthia 
where she sat. The heat was almost overpower- 
ing. Well, a few minutes more and all would be 
over. The Crown Prosecutor looked in her 
direction reassuringly. 

Already some two hours and a half were spent, 
mostly in " red tape " preliminaries. It was now 
midday, when the heat is at its height. Cynthia 
prayed all might speedily be terminated. She was 
never nearer fainting in her life. 

The Muttu went into the witness-box and was 
sworn, according to Tamil rites. 

'' Did the Muttu chase and catch the accused in 
the Colombo Lake with this timepiece in his hand?" 
questioned the Crown Counsel. 

He did, was the reply. 

" Was that timepiece the property of the English 
lady, his mistress — his late mistress,'' correcting 
himself. 

He believed it was, was the answer. 

** Did he suppose the same to be stolen from the 
bungalow by the accused } " 

** No." This one word fell like a thunderbolt on 
everybody. The question was repeated in a some- 
what simpler form : 

*'Did hq think the Moorman had stolen the 
lady's timepiece ? " 

^' No ! " again, clear and emphatic. 

''Why, then, had he chased the Moorman ?" 

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on 

"They were having a swimming match, and 
bets were on," was the answer. 

The Crown Counsel scratched his ear with his 
quill and glanced at the Judge, who, however, re- 
mained immobile* 

" Was this the way they spent their time instead 
of getting on with their work ? " was the next 
question put, to which the reply : 

'* The Muttu had finished grooming the horse ; 
the Moorman had no work there.*' 

'* But that was the reason of his being there ? " 

" No." 

"What then?" 

" To get the money the Lady's husband owed 
him." 

** Oh I " from Cynthia. Just a corner of one of 
the Judge's eyes now glanced in her direction, and 
in that glance was a smile. 

" What was the accused doing with the Lady's 
timepiece found in his possession ? Tell the tale 
in your own way. 

"The Lady, ashamed of the whole week 
having passed without paying off something of 
the debt, had called the Moorman into the 
bungalow, and while she went into her room to 
get some money he — the Moorman — took up the 
timepiece to see the time, the jalousies being 
closed to shut out the midday heat made it too 
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it in hand» than he was seized by an Appoo, who 
accused him of theft. So amazed and bewildered 
was the poor Moorman that, forgetting the fact 
of the timepiece being still in his hand, he fled 
and plunged into the lake, where it had been 
arranged the swimming-match should come off. 
The Muttu, seeing the dive, and having finished 
grooming the horse, plunged in likewise, and the 
match was started, which resulted in his — the 
Mutttis victory." 

With an air of pride and triumph he told this 
story, and if ever truth were spoken, apparently 
it was now. Cynthia could scarcely contain her- 
self. It was a relief when she was summoned to 
the witness-box again. 

•* Did her husband or did she owe, or ever owe, 
the accused money?" asked the Crown Prose- 
cutor. 

" No ; never." 

** Had he ever been employed by them ? " 

Again " Never." 

" Was there any truth in the witness's state- 
ment "i '* 

'• Not one word." 

The Appoo recalled, repeated what he had 
previously said. Then the Muttu again, who 
just as strenuously adhered to his asseveration. 
It was not a question of theft. It was one of 
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taken up and retained in the Moorman's hand, he 
affirmed. A feasible tale enough. Meanwhile the 
afternoon dragged on. An adjournment had to 
be made for ** tiffin/' Alas ! there was no tiffin 
for Cynthia. All she could do was to sit there in 
that overpowering heat, faint, worried, amazed, 
bewildered, the battery for all eyes, wondering 
and waiting until the Court should reassemble. 

A long list of questions the Crown Counsel had 
conjured up to put to the Muttu and "comer" 
him. But an Oriental is not so easily " cornered." 
Spite of all he " stuck to his guns.'^ // was no 
case of theft. He was told to "go down." The 
Appoo was recalled and gave it as his opinion — ^his 
conviction — it was a case of would-be theft. All 
the evidence was gone through, sifted and 
searched, the judge taking copious notes. Then 
for a time silence filled the Court, save for the 
scratching of quills and the creaking of the 
punkah. Hour after hour passed by. Cynthia 
raised her eyes pleadingly to the Crown Counsel, 
who himself was beginning to look fagged. 
Another day of it Cynthia felt she could not go 
through. She had not broken her fast, moreover, 
since early morning ; then it was merely chota 
hazira (early tea). The time was approaching 
when the Court would rise. The Judge looked 
up from his scribbling and himself addressed the 
accused. 

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" Had he seen the Muttu since that day of the 
chase in the lake, that memorable swimming- 
match?" His Honour was an Irishman and a 
wit seemingly. 

••Yes." 

*• More than once ? " 

"Yes." 

"On friendly terms?" 

"Yes." 

•• In the House of Detention ? " 

"Yes." 

•'Now," continued the Judge, "this timepiece 
was stolen from the Lady's bungalow not by you 
— by whom ? " 

•• The Muttur 

Even his Lordship's lip now twitched. 

•• The Muttu in the box again." 

" You are accused by this Moorman of the 
theft of this Lady's timepiece. What have you 
to say ? " asked the Judge. 

The witness grew livid : a lurid light gleamed 
in his eye. The Usher of the Court had perforce 
to intervene, for there sprang up a hurricane of 
angry words blowing fast and furious betwixt the 
witness-box and the prisoner — not " at the bar," 
but in the cage: a blizzard of Tamil rhetoric 
that demanded all the authority of the Court to 
suppress. Then the witness, in injured tones, 
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He come to Lady's bungalow try to rob all the 
week. No Master Mason that — big thief — stole 
the Lady*s clock when Lady went into her room 
with dog." 

The learned Judge, with a glance at Cynthia, 
to the witness, 

''So you have talked to the accused since you 
were discharged from the lady's service ? " 

" Yes, sar, much talk." 

" And together you concocted this little story ? " 

*' Yes, sar. That man d big thief." 

The Muttu was too enraged to have any thought 
save that of revenge on the Moorman for having 
played him false. 

" That Moorman — big thief — ^he come ^" 

But the remainder was suppressed by the Usher 
of the Court. 

** It's certainly a clever fabrication ; the jury 
must agree,*' commented the Crown Prosecutor, 
twirling his quill and looking relieved. The jury 
did agree. And his Lordship passed sentence 
of '' eighteen months' rigorous imprisonment, with 
subsequent two years' police supervision." So 
the case ended. 

The prisoner, between two jailers, marshalled 
to his cell, having to pass Cynthia, improved the 
opportunity by shaking his handcuffed fist in her 
face. No more cringing now. 

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experience of a Law Court in Ceylon, was given 
when, sinking on the cushions of the phaeton, 
well nigh in a state of collapse, an arm was 
stretched forth, while a voice whined : 

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Justice in Ceylon — The " miUs " that grind both 
" slowly " and ** exceeding small " — " Where every 
prospect pleases,^ &c — Peter Robinson's parasol 
and its achievements — ^Worthy oi opera-^Mmjft. 

CYNTHIA'S first experience of a Court 
of Justice in Ceylon — indeed anywhere — 
caused her to think- fatal condition in 
woman I Moreover, it caused her to ask 
questions. Reckless of consequences as her Grand- 
mother Eve, Cynthia's thirst for knowledge goaded 
her on. Men maintain that once this train is fired 
in the feminine mind, they are in hapless security of 
an express ticket to the bottomless pit Cynthia 
had not, however, enlisted in the corps of "Shriek- 
ing Sisters," nor was she ever likely to. Cynthia 
was possessed of a mind that demanded food, as 
did her more material part. Likewise was she 
endowed with a heart that ofttimes ached at the 
injustice of man — not " mere man," mankind in 
the full, broad sense — and sometimes rose in 
rebellion and hatred of the cruelties perpetrated 
on the weak around her. On the verandah where, 
amid the profusion of tropical loveliness, the little 
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passion flowers, and tiny tortoises took their walks 
abroad, and Punch and Sprite lay stretched on 
guard against cobras and ticpolongas — ^here, 
sheltered from the scorching sun, Cynthia loved 
to sit and muse and dream. Europeans thought 
she must be lonely. Europeans were mistaken. 
Cynthia was never lonely. The gamut of her 
musings was wide — unlimited. The more she 
thought, the more there was to think, and the 
wider the gamut grew. From the heights em- 
pyrean to — ^well, perhaps the bottomless pit — 
everything has interest if one did but take the 
trouble to look for it — ^search it out And even 
in what might seem to outsiders their monotonous 
life something was always occurring worth this 
" thinking out" When she sent a lengthy narra- 
tion of her Law Court experience to that honoured 
old friend of her youth, London's late esteemed 
Judge, the reply she received was : " May not the 
Rose of Sharon blossom in the wilderness ? But 
briars abound. Take heed lest they choke the 
sweetness of the Rose." But Cynthia had no 
desire to emulate certain habitudes of the Courts 
of Law — her retired life was proof of this. Only 
from early childhood she had hankered after the 
" why and wherefore," besides inclining rather to 
the active than to the passive : never •' Do it for me," 
but " rU do it" being her refrain. Thus it was 
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be no easy one. It was interesting, nevertheless. 
This propensity for problems was only indulged 
when other material duties were done. No one 
could accuse Cynthia of neglect of household 
duties, nor of lack of taste and that finish that only 
a woman's hand can impart, and which, when 
wanting, no amount of expensive luxuries can 
atone for. This is essentially woman's rSU in the 
drama of life, and she who does not act up to it 
is no woman at all — in the true sense. Problems 
come after. 

A new problem had been bom from Cynthia's 
late experience. This was it Why did not her 
countrymen on taking possession of the Island of 
Ceylon take their own law with them ? The old 
Roman Dutch law still prevails in this British 
First Crown Colony. According to this antique 
specimen of the balance of justice, a wife can at 
the caprice or insanity of her husband be not 
only left totally unprovided for on his decease, but 
furthermore, deprived of her own, a wife being 
regarded as a mere chattel of her lord and master, 
which, tiring of, may be exchanged, nolens volens, 
when that lord and master chooses to transfer his 
affections elsewhere. Marriage under such con- 
ditions sanctioned by the law of Ceylon is either 
a farce or a tragedy in which the virtuous heroine 
— the wife — maybe the victim. Withal the Union 
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Isle " ! A case in point came within Cynthia's own 
experience. A gentlewoman by birth, education, 
and social environment (in England), wife of a 
Civil Servant in the Government of Ceylon, was 
not only deprived of all portion of her husband's 
property at his decease but was defrauded of her 
own exclusively — a fact exemplifying a state of 
things no other civilised country would counte- 
nance. The sequel to this sad story was this. 
The widow of that Government servant in Ceylon, 
finding herself destitute, had providentially found 
friends — friends of foreigners in a foreign land, 
friends likewise of the royal rulers of her own 
Old England. 

"A Constitutional Government," said the latter, 
compassionating and regretfully. "We can do 
nothing. It is the law, moreover ; no one can 
interfere." After many months of waiting, during 
which the widowed gentlewoman might have 
starved, would indeed have starved, were it not 
for those friends in need, friends of a true "high 
nobility," after weary waiting and months of 
anxiety a pension was granted. Tennyson might 
have said : 

The mills of " Government " grind slowly^ 
'* And'' they grind exceeding " small'' 

*' It was written," though, as the Moslem would 
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starve. Cynthia devoted many a leisure hour to 
thinking this problem out. Moreover, she wrote 
the whole narration of this cruel case of /^justice 
to her friend — the honoured London Judge. His 
lordship's reply, a voluminous one going into 
details of the case, she never received. A "custom 
of the country ** — akin to native legerdemain. " It 
was written" also that Cynthia should have 
another experience in a Court of Justice in Ceylon 
— ^a Police Court only this time, but deserving of 
narration, if only for the element of humour there- 
in. This is how it happened. 

A horse from a batch of ** Walers" had recently 
been purchased. Now this •* Waler" had to be 
trained to both saddle and harness, as well as to 
become accustomed to those native outdoor 
" customs of the country " which are as perplexing 
(when not appalling) to the equine new-comer as 
were the European social customs to Cynthia. 
For this purpose Clio, as the animal was christ* 
ened, had to be escorted by the Mutiu every 
morning at daybreak from the home at Dehiwella 
to Colombo, a distance of about six miles. It 
was usual for horse and man to be back by noon. 
One day, however, noon came and with it neither. 
At I o'clock, when Cynthia sat down to tiffin, 
she inquired again, with the same answer^ 
"Not come, Lady." At 2 o'clock, becoming 
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yourself— get a hackeiy---something may have 
happened/' 

The Appoo maintained that steady, stubborn 
gaze of the Sinhalese which, read arightly, means 
non-compliance. Cynthia had been long enough 
" out " to know it well. 

" Go at once, and you shall have a couple of ru- 
pees. Here's seventy-five cents for the hackery." 

The steady gaze relaxed, there was the wraith 
of a smile about the mouth, moreover. 

The Appoo went. Afternoon tea-time brought 
him back — alone. 

•* Well ? " said his mistress questioningly. 

•• That horse, Lady, tied to tree. Sinhalese man 
saying not untie until Lady pay ten rupee." 

" What 1 " 

"That horse, Lady's horse, tied to tree," &c., 
&c., going over the same to simplify to European 
density. 

"Andthei»/««ai?" 

" Muttu there, too, Lady ; Muttu not tied to 
tree; Muttu staying with horse; Muttu not coming 
back." 

'* What does it mean ? " ejaculated Cynthia. 

" Sinhalese man wanting ten rupee, Lady." 

" Oh yes, I understand that well enough." 

** But why f How dare he keep the horse } " 

" Sinhalese man got^ Lady : Sinhalese man 
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Sinhalese logic is simplicity itself, but — one- 
sided. A happy thought struck Cynthia. 

" Why didn't y(m release the horse ? '• 

'' Sinhalese man not letting, Lady. Sinhalese 
man wanting ten rupee first — Lady give ? " 

'* No, rU be— shot if I do ! V\\ go myself." 

" Very hot, Lady, out-door. No other horse 
got take carriage, no gharry *bout this part. Lady 
— European Lady not going go ? " 

" I am ; and you must go too." 

Now the highway from Colombo to Mount 
Lavinia is one long, hot, dusty road. Picturesque 
decidedly, with the handsome white bungalows 
in large gardens on the one side and the native 
boutiques (shops) on the other, with every sort of 
human being, descript and nondescript, between. 
The Sinhalese — indeed, the Oriental has no 
notion of privacy — he and she, take their baths, 
dress, do their hair or have it done by the barber 
in full view of everybody. One sees the queerest 
sights in Ceylon. 

But Cynthia that scorching afternoon was on 
other business bent. Men — sellers of chatties^ 
fish and what not — ^might pause to inquire of the 
Appoo the reason for a European lady being about 
at that hour and on foot ; women might come to 
the doorways of their cadjan huts and chatter ; 
boys and girls might pester her for cents, ''no 
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increase the tone of their perpetual drone; 
Cynthia wended her way — the Appoo following. 
Her loose yet becoming tea-gown held up from 
the dust, on she went, her parasol the only pro- 
tection from the tropical sun. 

Presently carriages, the carriages of Europeans, 
varying from victorias to buggies and dog-carts, 
commenced to scatter the motley yet picturesque 
throng of natives that always fills the road. 
Banks, offices had closed. Europeans were 
either going home or were out for their evening 
drive. How they looked at Cynthia! Some — 
and these the best bred, those really high in the 
social scale — raised their hats ; others stared, and 
if they had their wives and daughters with them, 
the latter made some sneering remark which, how- 
ever, the husband, to his credit be it said, did not 
encourage, but flicking the horse hastened on. 
Such incidents forced Cynthia to wonder if, when 
Bishop Heber wrote those lines — 

Where every prospect pleases ^ 
And only man is vile, 

they were intended to imply to the " heathen " 
native alone. May be 'twas the pretty tea-gown 
that excited envy or derision — which ? But what 
more suitable when the thermometer stands at 
I id'' than a loose muslin robe ? Cynthia had 
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acted accordingly, let Mrs.'Gnindy of the Colony 
deride as she might — or envy / 

Wellawatte was passed ; Bambalapitiya nearly, 
when the Appoo, approaching, pointed to a group 
assembled under the shade of a mango tree. 

There was the horse, there the Muttu, and 
squatting around the animal were some three or 
four of the lowest caste, most ruffianly looking 
natives it had ever been Cynthia's misfortune to 
behold. 

''Muttu'' said Cynthia, drawing nearer, "re- 
lease the horse and bring it home/* 

The Muttu came a step forward — reluctantly. 

" Come — quick/' continued Cynthia firmly. 

But the group of rapscallions were up at this, 
their hands on the animal's halter, their voices in 
chorus addressing Cynthia, " Sinhalese men saying 
wanting ten rupee. Lady," interpreted the Appoo, 
standing at a distance, as became his high caste. 
Cynthia was sharp enough to detect glances being 
exchanged all round. Freemasonry always exists 
among the natives in spite of caste — until their 
individual interests clash. 

''Muttu, take the horse — I insist" 

But the Muttu made no advance. He either 
would not or he dared not Useless to transfer 
the order to the Appoo. Cynthia came forward 
herself. Soon as her fingers touched the knot 
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at the success herself. The ruffians, infuriated, 
surrounded her, talking vociferously, and making 
endeavours to bar her way. With her sunshade, 
however, she kept them at bay. Afterwards she 
said her " good demon must have been at hand 
and helped,'* for whilst one hand was occupied 
with Mr. Peter Robinson's parasol, the other, 
securing the halter, led the horse away. A sorry 
situation for an English lady, but Cynthia was 
blessed with that priceless bump of humour — 
bom with it. It helped her over many a stile. 
It helped her now. Spite of heat, fatigue, fear 
(if fear she had) of these low caste native ruffians, 
Cynthia held on — literally as well as figuratively 
held her own, leading the animal until, once 
out in the open road, she insisted again on the 
MiUtu taking her place. This he did now — 
willingly, his mistress having proven herself, if not 
the stronger, at any rate the superior power. 
'' Nothing succeeds like success " is true as it is 
trite with human nature, black as well as white. 
Thus the procession proceeded homeward. After 
dinner the Muttu was summoned to the verandah 
to tell his story of what Cynthia designated this 
^' novel system of equine brigandage." It was 
this. While leading the animal quietly along the 
public highroad, some three or four men, suddenly 
emerging from a side garden, seized the halter 
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to a mango tree, where they secured it. Upon 
the Muttu remonstrating, the men — strangers to 
the Muttu (of course) demanded ten rupees ere 
the animal should be released or restored. Useless 
to argue, to reason, or to resist. Ten rupees or 
the horse remained captive. 

Funny, downright funny was this. 

*• Worthy of French opera bouffe^' as Cynthia 
said. ** But — the flag of sober, serious, just old 
England waves o'er this fair isle." Herein lay 
the anomaly. 

*' But," bringing herself back to the gravity of 
the question, ''was there no constable about?" 
she inquired. 

" No," said the Muttu^ " no constable 'bout." 

•• H'm. You may go, Muttu."' 

That evening passed merrily, as indeed their 
evenings always did. Cynthia made sketches of 
natives being kept at bay with Mr. Peter Robin- 
son's parasol by way of illustration to her graphic 
encounter with " ye native brigand." The sequel 
to the adventure occurred a morning or two later, 
when they were eating their appcts again on the 
verandah. A yellow Malay in blue approaching, 
handed an envelope, likewise blue. The contents, 
also blue — ^a summons to appear at the Colombo 
Police Court : ** Whereas the said So-and-So did 
permit of his property — a horse and a man — a 
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on and thereby do injury to the property of So- 
and-So at Bambalapitiya." 

"What audacity! What i^^^dacity! Really 
life is, must be, comic opera in Ceylon." 

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In the District Court — Mr. Commissioner Mulliga- 
tawny — Cynthia's hero-worship of genius — ^A custom 
of police sergeants of the country — ^What Sir Anthony 
Oliphant said of a proposed law for perjury in Ceylon. 

THE eventful day of the Police Court sum- 
mons came, and found Cynthia and her 
husband before, say, Mn Commissioner 
Mulligatawny, who "eyed" Cynthia 
curiously while occupied in pulling his tawny 
brown moustache. 

This Court was hotter and more crowded than 
the one they had already been made acquainted 
with. They took their seats in the " well," while 
the plaintiff told his story in the witness-box. 
Now Ceylon is a land of surprises undoubtedly : 
Cynthia had digested that fact long ago. Never- 
theless, she opened wide her eyes at this neat little 
narrative the plaintiff told 

" There's a fortune in that man," she murmured 
below her breath, " a mine of wealth the up-to- 
date story- writer would transmute into thousands. 
He's a genius ! " 

Such a hero-worshipper was she by nature she 
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ruffian with wonder, with admiration. A genius 
indeed! Ere she had time to regain what 
might be termed her moral basis, a sergeant 
of police was called into the witness-box. Every 
word of the pretty fabrication this sergeant con- 
firmed. In fact this sergeant had actually been an 
eye-witness of the trespassing, also of the damage 
done. Now it was that Cynthia's aesthetic fancy 
gave place to her sounder judgment. Seen 
through this — the moral lens — those airy fabrica- 
tions, though ingenious, were false ; in a word, 
lies. What had appealed to her as imagination 
was invention, base to boot. 

Some questions put to this witness were 
answered, never directly, but in ^'a roundabout 
way " replied to, which passed, however, as satis- 
factory. Directness cannot be expected of the 
Oriental. 

Cynthia no longer admired. She wondered, 
though, still. Still more she wondered when 
witness after witness entering the box con- 
firmed what had previously been stated — a crowd 
of them, too numerous to individualise or to par- 
ticularise ; their evidence all in accord. 

For the defence, Cynthia called, told her story 
in a few words — a simple narration of facts. 

Then came the Muttu. It was his duty to take 
the horse to the trainer's every morning. This he 
did — he " always did his duty." 

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" By the high road ? " was the question asked. 

" Yes, by the high road." 

That morning, however, the McLhatmaya had 
told him to take a short cut, as the lady wanted to 
give the animal a trial that afternoon in the cocoa- 
nut garden. He obeyed the Mahatmaya — ^he 
** always did." He took " the short cut." 

** Over this man's property } " 

** Yes, over this man's property." 

" Was any damage done to the property ? " 

** Yes, damage w^s^ done — to young cocoanuts." 

The case was ended. Damages twenty rupees 
— with costs. 

N.B. — The Muttu had received his '"pay" that 
morning, together with an advance for "clothes 
good new for go to Court — gentleman's servant 
like." 

The Muttu was seen no more. 

The police sergeant would have a feast that 
night, a turkey may be, and ducks and chickens 
galore : a custom of the country. 

And this is justice — justice in Ceylon ! 

Cynthia was forcibly reminded of the answer of 
Sir Anthony Oliphant — when Chief Justice of 
Ceylon — on being asked why there is no law in 
condemnation of perjury in that colony : 

"Because," said Sir Anthony, "the perjured 
would perjure the perjurer, and the perjurer again 
the perjured, and so on ad infinitum I " 

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Something more in Cynthia's line — Another expe- 
dition — Catholic missionary influence apparent in 
Mutwal — A dreamful eve — Cynthia's story whilst 
driving to a Hindu temple — They interview a 
Brahmin priest, a wise man, and hermit sooth- 
sayer in a sanctuary at sunset. 

•'/^ OMETHING in your line!" 
^^^ It was indeed in Cynthia's line. A 
^ y chance of becoming acquainted with a 
real live Brahman. This Brahman, more- 
over, was exceptional in that he was not only pos- 
sessed of scholarly learning, but of the wisdom of 
the oracle. 

A recluse, entirely cut off from the world, this 
Brahman priest had consecrated his life to the 
windings and workings of the world of mind, may 
be of soul, at any rate of super sense. The temple 
wherein this ** wise man " dwelt was one of the 
most ancient in Ceylon — as old as the hill called 
Adam's Peak, whereon the footprint of the first 
man may be seen to this day on his exile from 
Eden. Away from the quarter of fashion, frivolity, 
folly ; away from the track of the gharry passen- 
gers who globe-trot to gape at and crack feeble 
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of an age bygone and forgotten — if it ever entered 
into their understanding. Go ? Of course they 
must go. 

Accordingly sunset — the first gleam of sunset — 
found them driving far out on the Mutwal side of 
Colombo. Passing through a fisher-community 
dwelling here, Cynthia could not fail to notice the 
cleanliness in comparison with others of the same 
caste. By way of explanation she was told that 
the people here are Catholics, converted originally 
by the Portuguese, who occupied the island pre- 
vious to the Dutch. 

The native descendants even now retain traits 
and traces of these, their first European conquerors 
and their missionising work. If the missionaries 
do no more than teach the " heathen " habits of 
cleanliness, their efforts should be commended. 
This is distinctly the cleanest and the best kept 
quarter of Colombo and its environs. Seen when 
the haze of heat is lifting to the evening breeze, 
the landscape is peaceful as it is pretty. Monster 
mahogany trees rustle their evergreen branches as 
on awakening from a narcotic slumber, while giant 
cocoanuts gracefully wave their green and golden 
plumes, and feathery bamboos shiver a silvery 
sheen, and the African palm expands, spreading out 
its fan-like foliage like a lady to spare her roseate 
blushes. The trees alone of Ceylon are worth 
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/ tnade me friends of mountains. 

Might he not — in this Paradise of Adam — have 
added "and found counsellors in trees"? And 
ever on their left as on they drove that heaven- 
like eve was the ocean, not sad, not savage, 
languorous, low and sweet, murmuring its love song 
to the land. A dreamful eve in which the poet 
would delight, the very atmosphere seemed peopled 
with beings light as air ; the scenery abounding 
with mythical creations of old-world lore. Cynthia 
had unearthed some of those old-time legends, 
when the world was not so wise as now, being 
herself rather a being of a bygone age than a 
product of the twentieth century. To while away 
the journey she told one those quaint old legends 
of Ceylon as they drove along. 

Ink A AND Nanda 

The Moon- World lay on its back and the Hare 
King (the Sinhalese say the hare in the moon, not 
the man) leapt out from his throne. 

" A blessing the monsoon's over," said he. "I 
was beginning to be bored to death. Heigho ! " 
and he yawned, — you see even a king can be 
bored. 

** Plenty of water for i^i^dhobies'^ continued his 
Majesty of the Moon. Old Sol, with his hot 
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** Now for a turn round this little Paradise of 
Adam ; more moonshine here than anywhere, sncA 
moonshine too, a paradise under our special pro- 
tectorate, a garden where I love to stretch and 
take my gambols. 

" How do, my Lord Elephant ? Good even to 
you, Messrs. Cheetah, Jaguar, Buffalo, Jackal, 
Mesdames Poll Parrot, Mongoose, Cobra — ^alL 
Out for a moonlit stroll? Well, show me the 
way, and Til allow my lantern to light this queer 
sort of world of yours." Even the elephant, lord 
of the jungle, looked insignificant in comparison 
with the Monarch of the Moon. Upon arrival at 
a village the first thing His Majesty saw was Inka 
drawing water from a well. 

" Ah-ha, a pretty girl, by Jove I " said he, for 
though a monarch he was still a man, and all men 
are alike the universe oven " But her eyes are 
red with weeping ; what can the matter be ? " 

The Hare King had not long to wait for an 
answer, for just then there came out from a cadjan 
hut a woman with a stick — ^a woman with a deceit- 
ful smile and an evil eye. 

"Inka?" cried she. **Inka! Wasting your 
time weeping as usual. Bring the water. Boil 
the chattie, get the supper — quick ! or may the 
Rakhsi (an evil daemon) gobble you up alive as 
it surely will." 

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to himself as he leapt into a mango tree, and made 
himself invisible among the branches. 

•* Hakkh I What's that black shadow in the 
moonlight ? " exclaimed the angry woman in 
terror, " The Rakhsi for sure, come to bring bad 
luck. I thought how it would be," she went on 
gathering her kambaya around her and hastening 
into the hut for protection. ** I knew something 
would happen when the house lizard no longer 
came. Inka? InkaV 

No answer coming to her call, and concluding 
her stepdaughter was busy with the curry and rice, 
this wicked woman crept out and stealthily crept 
along until she came to the mango tree. Here 
she stopped, took a piece of moss from the trunk, 
then placed in a little hole beneath a string of 
coral beads and a silver bangle, covering them 
over again with the moss. 

" She'll never think of looking there, oh dear, 
no ! " and she chuckled. 

"Oh dear, no ! " repeated the Hare King up in 
the branches of the tree, and he chuckled too. 

" The Rakhsi! and with a cry she fled in terror. 

Now, the supper cooked and ready to dish, 
Inka went back to the hut. As she went the 
swish-swish of the " love grass " seemed to say 
to her : 

** Inka beware 1 Inka beware I 
If good fortune you want^ then trust to the hare'' 

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Strange to say a shadow lay across her path in 
the beautiful white moonlight — ^the shadow of a 
hare* But what a big one I what a beauty ! 

At the same time Inka, looking upwards, beheld 
the moon, for all the world like a silver throne 
out of which the monarch had stepped. 

'' No hare in the moon to-night," said she. Then 
she fell a-wondering where her lover — ^her Nanda 
— might be. Nanda was a fisher lad, and the waves 
broke on the coral reefs with a moan and a groan, 
and Inka's heart was sad, so very sad. 

'' rU bring you, Inka, a string of coral beads 
and a bangle next time I return," said he. That 
was weeks ago. Nanda lived over the Mutwal 
side — that was far away. He had not come. This 
was why poor Inka was sad. 

" I know what Til do," suddenly thought she. 
'' rU send a message by a big black crab to the 
Great Monarch of the Ocean, first cousin to the 
Hare King of the Moon. He, in his palace far 
out on the coral reefs yonder, will help me. Come 
along, crabbie," said she. All she had to do was 
to whisper the message and off crabbie went, glad 
enough ; swift and sure this sea-spider went into 
the broad ocean. When the wicked stepmother 
came to the door of the hut to hurry up Inka, she 
was terrified at the great white spectre that 
seemed rising out of the ocean. So alarmed was 
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suppefi which Naga, the fangless old cobra 
always on the lurk, immediately gobbled up. 

*'Help! save me I the HaAAsi/ she'll gobble m^ 
up too I " cried the terrified wicked old woman. 
At this the Hare King aloft chuckled so heartily 
the whole tree shook. Meanwhile the big black 
crab had reached the palace of the Ocean King 
on a coral reef. 

*' What do you want, you ugly, awkward crea- 
tiu'e?'' asked his gracious Majesty. The crab 
delivered the message, with many salaams, from 
Inka. 

** Humph 1 " replied his Oceanic Majesty, in 
such a gruff voice that people thought it thun- 
dered. " rU see to it. Be oflF." And the sea 
roared like a torrent and the wind blew like a 
hurricane. But it was only the Monarch breathing. 
The crab was glad, more glad to return even than 
he had been to go: 

'* Inka and Nanda," mused the Ocean King, 
** let's have a look at 'em." So saying, he breathed 
lightly on the ocean, and immediately the water 
became calm and clear as a mirror. A mirror 
indeed it was. In it was a picture of the shore 
with its fringe of cocoanut palms, with leaves 
waving like silvery feathers in the moonlight, with 
cadjan fisher huts with fires burning outside and 
women busy cooking the supper curries. Inka 
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*'A pretty girl, to be sure," remarked his 
Majesty of the Ocean. ** Pity her eyes are red 
with weeping. Never mind, Inka," he went on 
cheerily, so that the wavelets danced. " We'll look 
after Nanda." 

Then came out the stepmother with her shrill 
voice shrieking " Inka ? " 

** Ya — rrh 1 " said the Ocean King in a voice 
like the bursting of a water-spout. 

**The Rakhsi! Help! save me!" shrieked 
the terrified woman, again scuttling away as fast 
as she could go. 

Now at the same time as all this was going on 
Nanda, the fisher lad, out in his caiamaran on 
the ocean, was thinking of Inka, as indeed he 
always was. The sea was beautifully calm that 
night — never had Nanda seen it so calm ; he was 
thinking as he prepared to cast his net. But just 
when about to throw his net, a picture arose from 
the very depths of that beautiful calm sea, a pic- 
ture of Inka sorrowing, of the stepmother hiding 
the coral beads and the bangle in a hole of the 
mango tree, of the mango tree shaking and the 
stepmother in terror dropping the chattie, and 
Naga, old Naga the Cobra, coming and eating up 
the curry. Like a flash it passed before him. 
The scales fell from Nanda's eyes ; Nanda no 
more could be deceived. Inka, his Inka, was true. 

" Ho-ho } " said he, ** I see ! I see I " 

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Then something occurred. It sounded like the 
bursting of a thundercloud ; it was only the Ocean 
King's sneeze. Out of his element, his Majesty 
had caught cold. 

" Ir-rush-rhr-yash I " sneezed he. At any rate 
it so turned the whole tide that Nanda and his 
catafptaran were speedily brought to shore. In 
time, just in time to witness the Hare King bound 
back to his throne in the moon, old Naga the 
Cobra, not satisfied with the curry for supper, 
gobble up the wicked stepmother, and I nka await- 
ing her lover. 

And all this was brought about by the Hare 
King's stroll that evening in the Paradise of 
Adam. I nka and Nanda were wed. 

• . • • • 

By this time they had arrived at the temple. 
Back from the road it stands — ^a Hindu temple of 
unknown date, one of the most ancient in Ceylon. 
Descending from the phaeton and entering the 
courtyard, whose stone pavement reeked with 
damp and mildew, the Muttu^ being a Tamil of 
Southern India, was requisitioned as spokesman 
and interpreter to go and make known their 
desire to see and have an interview with the 
Brahman priest. The Muttu returned with the 
answer that the hour was passed — the sun had 
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monks in out-of-the-way monasteries in Europe 
said : '' H'm ! Go back, tell him an English 
Lady has come six thousand miles to see the 
leairned BraAman. A disciple herself, she reveres 
learning, and trusts the Brahman of his wisdom 
may be pleased to see her/* 

The Muttu returned with the answer that as 
yet the last ray of the setting sun was still linger- 
ing on the land from the ocean, the BraAman 
would comply with the lady's gracious request. 

In a minute or two he came out into the chill- 
striking courtyard where they awaited. A solemn 
stately salaam from a commanding figure of a 
man. A long white muslin scarf fell in graceful 
folds across his otherwise uncovered chest and 
down from his right shoulder to the waist, leaving 
his left shoulder bare. At the waist the scarf was 
wound round and round and confined, the same 
piece of muslin opened out doing duty as 
drapery for his lower limbs — yards and yards of 
muslin reaching to the sandals on his big brown 
feet. Withal an imposing figure, with a light on 
his broad intellectual brow. Those herculean 
shoulders might have marked the athlete, as the 
light on the brow denoted the thinker, the mystic, 
the dreamer. His dark eyes, downcast as became 
the monk, were raised once — ^a moment only. 
That moment sufficed to take stock, so to speak, 
of the European visitors. The Brahman spoke : 

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" Is the Lady anxious about anything ? " he 
inquired in Hindi. ** She appears so," he added. 
" Perhaps the Lady desires light, explanation, 
guidance, or advice? Something certainly has 
been troubling her of late." 

Now Cynthia remembered something kad been 
troubling her of late — ^something had been lost or 
stolen during their recent removal. One of the 
servants was the thief no doubt ; but which, 'twas 
impossible to say. The loss and its attendant 
annoyance recurred to her now. 

" If the Lady will give the date of her birth," 
c^ontinued the Brahman, ** light may be forth- 
coming." 

Cynthia complied by giving the date. 

And now with a style on a huge ola leaf the 
Brahman traced a circle. This circle was then 
filled in with figures numerical, together with 
signs of the zodiac and of the planets, similar to 
a figure of the heavens cast for a horoscope. 
Presently : 

*' The Lady is born under Jupiter," said this 
Wise Man, the Hermit- Priest 

Cynthia recollected she had been told this 
before by a barrister friend in London who had 
" cast her nativity " when a girl of fifteen. 

" Nobody can be ruined under Jupiter," con- 
tinued the Brahman. ** Enemies may try. The 
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beneficent beams of Jupiter, darkening for a time ; 
they will not prevail The Lady," continuing, after 
a brief space, ** the Lady has been troubled in 
mind over a loss. An article is missing. The 
article is of greater length than breadth, and of 
two colours, with a patch of gay colours or a 
picture like a flower-bed. That article was stolen, 
the Lady will never see it again. The thief — ^a 
man with a scar on his left cheek — ^has taken it 
far away. It is in the possession of another man 
now — ^sold. Useless to trouble over it ; it will 
never be restored." 

In every particular the description of the article 
was correct. The personality of the thief Cynthia 
recognised as that of a man called in to assist the 
coolies in removing a heavy load, an incident she 
had entirely forgotten, although the man with the 
scar she remembered distinctly now. So Ae was 
the thief, and the servants were exonerated from 
blame. Cynthia heaved a sigh of relief. 

Then, as the last glint of the sun*s rays faded 
in the western horizon, the Brahman again 
salaamed, and, gathering his muslin drapings 
about him, departed into the sanctuary of the 
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Mount Lavinia the Beautiful! — The advent of 
some of the ladies of the Hdrim of Aribi Pacha — 
Cynthia decides to entertain a la London society 
lady — Husbands without their wives, it's easier : 
and nicer — Under the mangoes revehy — Lemon 
squash — ^Cynthia next day visits the ladies of the 
Hdrim — Her embarrassment concerning a present 
— Must ask her husband — " Humph ! " 

MOUNT LAVINIA the Beautiful! In- 
debted indeed are the Europeans in 
Ceylon to your refreshing breezes from 
the wide, gleaming ocean ! 
Seated on the verandah of the palatial hotel — 
formerly the seaside residence of His Excellency 
— one realises not the fact of the equator's close 
proximity ; one only realises a dream — ^a dream of 
nature's loveliness unsurpassed on this wonderful, 
beautiful earth. 

"The Paradise of Adam," Cynthia was think- 
ing as she sat alone, save for her companion 
Punch, in a shady, secluded corner where mos- 
quitoes cease from troubling and the European 
is at rest. " The Paradise of Adam. What of 
Eve?" 

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moment a group of exceptionally strangely 
attired individuals — ^and one does see strange 
garbs in Ceylon — ^passed through the cocoanut 
wood down below. The courteous manageress 
coming that way just then, "Who are they?" 
asked Cynthia, waving her sunshade in that 
direction. 

** The ladies of the Harim of Ardbi Pacha and 
party," was the reply. 

"Indeed! How interesting!" Cynthia was 
up and looking after the group instanter — Punch 
likewise. 

Coincidences are very curious, inexplicable 
except one has a knowledge of the stars and 
their courses, which, however, does not explain — 
it only signifies after all. That evening Cynthia*s 
husband said, " I had an interview at the Secre- 
tariat to-day with some one who would interest 
you — Arabi Pacha's son. He tells me he has 
taken the bungalow down in the wood fori his 
wife, who is undergoing treatment for her eyes, 
and has to be near Colombo. He appears to be 
a very intelligent fellow. Shall I ask him up } " 

" By all means. You know how interested I 
am in — people who are interesting. How much 
I should like to visit the ladies of a harim, and 
see if all that the missionaries say about them is 
correct ! We can't ask them to dinner ; we don't 
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" They're MokammedanSy so they may not take 
their wives about with them," put in Cynthia s 
husband. 

*' Besides/* said Cynthia, " we shouldn't know 
how many to allot to each. Well, let's do as the 
up-to-date society lady does, invite the men and 
leave out the wives. It's so easy to satisfy men 
— cigars, whisky and soda— oh ! I'm forgetting 
again — they're not Christians. Well, say — 
lemon squash. We'll make the thing go, any- 
how." 

At five o'clock nqxt evening the visitors came : 
Muhamed Ibn Ahmed Ar4bi Bey, eldest son of 
Aribi Pacha, and Ali Fehmy Pacha, a dis- 
tinguished soldier, who for bravery had been 
rewarded with a wife of noble birth direct from 
the Kedivial Harim, the Palace of Ismdil Pacha. 
Save for the fez, little was there in the dress and 
appearance of these two gentlemen to distinguish 
them from Europeans. Gentlemen they were in 
every respect. There was a plaintive note in the 
voice of Ardbi Pacha's son, accentuated by the 
fact of his being totally blind in one eye. The 
brave Ali Fehmy Pacha took the tone of the 
major rather than minor, literally as well as meta- 
phorically, as he had done doubtless throughout 
the campaign terminating in the battle of Tel-El- 
Kebir (July 1882), when ArAbi, leader of the 
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oppression, had given up his sword to our General 
Lowe, 

"Politics had best be avoided," Cynthia had 
said prior to the visit. " Tm desperately patriot 
when away from my native land." It was difificult, 
though, to keep to this decree — ^politics would 
"crop up," would enter into the conversation. 
With such fairness, such clemency these Egyp- 
tians spoke, however, that, as Cynthia said, " there 
was little fear of fighting Tel-El-Kebir over again 
under the mangoes in our compound." The 
visit passed pleasantly, amicably, instructively. 

" Had the English but understood us and our 
purpose — our desires — ^your brave Lord Charles 
Beresford need not have bombarded our Alex- 
andria. Personally we love as we admire the 
English, and are proud to say we have many 
friends among them," said Ardbi Bey. 

" And we trust madame will do our ladies the 
honour of calling upon them. My wife, Lady 
Aideel, will be delighted," added the Pacha Ali 
Fehmy. 

" Indeed I will — to-morrow," said Cynthia. 
And she did. 

At four o'clock next afternoon Cynthia wended 
her way to the bungalow in the cocoanut wood. 
To be straightforward, Cynthia had taken extra 
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approached the verandah a couple of Sinhalese 
ayahs came forward as escort. '' Lady coming, 
please, this way," said they, treading the stone 
steps that led to the verandah. Once there 
Cynthia was first apprised of Mosleip seclusion. 
Instead of the verandah being open to light and 
air, except for the tattie sun screens as usual, this 
was draped and darkened. Nor were there the 
usual Singapore chairs and lounges — the ladies of 
the hdrim were not wont to take their ease and 
the air on the verandah apparently. At the 
entrance to the bungalow, which was also cur- 
tained, contrary to the " customs of the country," 
a maid whose ^^^/-blackened eyes shone out 
large and lustrous from the top of a yashmak came 
forward and took up the escort, the Sinhalese 
ayahs falling back. The room they entered was 
large and furnished d rEurap&en. As a matter 
of fact the bungalow had been let to the Egyptians 
" furnished," and remained as it was, except for 
a few trifling additions such as photographs, 
flower-vases, &c., that evidenced feminine occu- 
pation with a certain refinement. Here, sinking 
into a Singapore chair, Cynthia, overcome with 
the fatigue and heat of walking, waited. A 
minute only, then — oh, was it possible ? A tall, 
handsome, thoroughly European-looking lady in 
tailor-made skirt and white cambric blouse, 
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hand. *' Madame, this is kind of you to come 
to see us ! I am the wife of Ardbi Bey, and 
daughter (she meant daughter-in-law) of Aribi 
Pacha." Then her black eyes gleamed. 

" But oh, madame ! comme vous tire belle 1 
What a toilette! From Whiteley's — not? Ah, 
how de\ig\it-{\j\ to see Whiteley's ! One hears so 
much. And the figwv^—pardon^ madame^ may 
one ask how to keep the fat off? When the fat 
does arrive, kilos I our marie loves us no more ! 
But how then, madame, to keep the fat off? 
Comment ? " 

Cynthia's eyes opened wide, very wide. Then 
she laughed. 

** I thought," she said, " Mohammedans — liked 
fat. Christians always say so." 

" Ah, madame, mais ce n' est pas vrai. Pardon I 
Madame is English — not? I then must parler 
V Anglais. My gouvemante she was French. 
Such a pity — not? Ah! now comes Lady 
Aideen, and you have not told me of the fat, 
madame." 

'Ere Cynthia had time to turn she found 
herself in the embrace of a giantess— a giantess 
garbed in voluminous robes of soft black Indian 
silk. When released, her discomposure not 
altogether abated on being held out at arms' 
length for inspection, while a torrent of French 
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embrace, kissing first on one cheek, then the 
other, then being held out at arms* length again. 
Cynthia felt faint Not a breath of air seemed 
stirring in that much becurtained and bedarkened 
apartment. Cynthia well-nigh collapsed, while 
this effusive beauty of the hdrim went on — all in 
French, with, however, occasional lapses into a 
language — perhaps Arabic — which was as Sanscrit 
to Cynthia. She meant well, though, this erst- 
while captivating Circassian with the thick, long 
plait of brick-red hair falling down her broad, 
strong back, the Lady Aideen, wife of Ali Fehmi 
Pacha. 

Compliments, eulogies were being showered 
on her, did Cynthia but know it. All she did know 
was it was intended as a kindly greeting, conse- 
quently was accepted as such, albeit it was over- 
powering — with the thermometer at over a hundred 
Fahrenheit. 

'' Mafoi/'^ Cynthia echoed that ejaculation 
when the Lady Aideen desisted, panting. The 
maid with the yashmak and i&^(7/-darkened orbs 
approaching at this juncture with a tray, afforded 
Cynthia and her hostesses a brief respite — a very 
brief respite. 

"Tea, afternoon- tea, all English ladies like," 
observed Madame Ardbi. ** We like not tea : we 
take coffee. Madame will take sweetmeats? — 
cakes — not ? And the fat, madame ? " 

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" Thank you. Only a cup of tfea," said Cynthia, 
proceeding to stir the tea ; but the spoon stuck — 
stuck in a cup half full of sugar. Sweetened tea 
to Cynthia is poison — ^but that's a detail. 

" Ahem ! Are you ladies all Egyptians ? " she 
asked now> when she had the chance of a word. 

''Madame Aideen is Circassian, I Bedouin. 
My father was a Bedouin chief, and in my 
jeunesse we wandered — wandered far and always. 
Oh, it was a glorious life ! " 

" Glorious, it must have been !" echoed Cynthia. 

" And, madame — ^does she love the Desert ? — 
the great wide, glorious Sahara ? " 

Another surprise to Cynthia, who had been 
taught Mohammedan women were kept in a 
cage. 

"Ah, but madame would love our Desert," con- 
tinued the Bedouin, "—our glor-i-ous Sahara. 
Madame must come to Cairo some day — not ? * 
And, rising, she caught Cynthia's hands in both 
her own, going off again into fresh rhapsodies 
over the *' toilette of Monsieur White-ley." 

" So you go back home sometimes ? " said 
Cynthia, more interested in the Desert than in 
Westbourne Grove — far. 

" Yes ; your Government permits us to return, 
only our husbslrtds not. Helas i poor Father, he 
is old, and he longs for his native land I Yes, to 
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terrible to us who have to stay down in our 
cabins, as you say, and never come up." 

•' Why not ? " asked Cynthia. 

A shriek from both ladies. 

" M(m enfant ! les hommes ! They would see 
us — without veils ! Impossible ! " 

" Well," said Cynthia, " it seems to me you take 
care to show the prettiest part of your faces — the 
brow and eyes. My husband saw you the other 
day " Another double shriek. 

"And — madame, what did your husband re- 
mark.** He is very handsome, your husband — 
what did he remark of us ? " 

Cynthia told a fib. The ladies were delighted. 

" But madame has no children } " Madame 
Arabi presently asked, after a brief but brisk 
dialogue in French, which seemed to Cynthia a 
jumble of toilettes and handsome husbands. 

" No," said Cynthia, " I have not" 

'* Pauvre madame ! '' Again a bit of dialogue 
between the ladies ; then Madame Ar^bi, spokes- 
woman, again said : 

" Then madame shall have Zeinab. Ayah 
shall bring her now." Forthwith she clapped her 
little brown hands and gave the order for Zeinab 
to be brought. Zeinab appeared — a huge, fat 
baby in an ayah's arms. 

"Here is Zeinab — fine, is she not? Fat for 
the baby is good — not? Zeinab is fine, fat. 

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Madame shall have her : we have others. Zeinab 
is for madame a present. To-day madame can 
take Zeinab away." This was followed on swiftly 
by instructions to the ayah^ instructions for 
Zeinab's transfer and departure. 

" I — I — " faltered Cynthia, " I — ^must ask my 
husband first. We must obey, you know. It is 
very, very kind of you, but — I must ask permis- 
sion first," patting the fat cheek of the dark-eyed 
babe that eyed her knowingly, and, unlike Euro- 
peans of its age and experience, was disposed to 
permit of any familiarities without howling. 

" Mais ouif madame. Cest vrai I That is true. 
We must obey When we come to see madame, 
then will Zeinab come too." 

"Certainly. Certainly. Till then a^£m," said 
Cynthia, rising. 

'' Au revoir^ madame ; not adieu. But, madame, 
the fat? Do not forget to tell. Au revair.'* 
Again " Au revoir^^ when Cynthia was released 
from the second close embrace and could speak. 

•*0h, no : I will not forget." 

Cynthia drew a long breath when she emerged 
and found herself "in the open," where her 
husband awaited at a respectful distance in the 
Stanhope phaeton. 

** You're going to receive a present — ^a baby," 
said she. 

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Their visit to the mountain capital — Kandy — The 
Ptrthera on — Everybody there — ^A splendid show 
The ugliest works of creation — Essentially Oriental : 
bizarre, picturesque — ^An imposing /a6/!raM zsfinak 
— •* It almost reached the sublime." 

IT was nearing the season when the great 
annual festival of the Sinhalese, called the 
Perehera, is held at Kandy, the mountain- 
capital. Accommodation had already been 
booked at the Queen s Hotel weeks before, as 
"everybody" is supposed to flock thither to witness 
the great show. The evening train from Colombo 
brought plenty of passengers, many of whom were 
awaited by the courteous manager of the Queen's 
with wagonettes and divers other vehicles. Cynthia 
was fascinated by the first glimpse of Kandy — ^a 
bizarre combination of the antique and the modem 
— civilisation and barbarism, in a setting of 
Nature's loveliest in landscape and in colouring. 
But the centre of interest is the Temple of the 
Tooth. At this season of the Perehera sleepy 
little Kandy wakes up. The little capital of the 
soft surrounding hills was a bee-hive of activity 
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geneous throng ! Picturesque to a degree — even 
Europeans in their sun topees and puggarees^ the 
ladies in white, lending to the picture, although 
few of them knew the meaning of the Perehera^ or 
troubled themselves about it for that matter. They 
came — ^because it was " the thing " to come. The 
glow of sunset enhanced the colouring, endowing 
the scene with an unreality, a theatrical effect, 
which causes the newcomer to think it impossible 
to take life au serieux in Ceylon, particularly 
at holiday time. The invigorating air from 
the hills, moreover, has a champagne effect 
on one's system ; one is conscious of exhilara- 
tion after the lowering influence of oppressive 
Colombo. 

But the temple. // looms out stolidly : a 
memory in stone of ages, of histories, of people 
long bygone. Yes, stolidly it looms over the 
brilliant, bizarre scene — a memory, a memory in 
stone. It would be a huge effort of imagination 
to grasp all the subtle associations, sacred and 
secular, of that venerable pile, and say, the complex 
conveniences of the up-to-date Queen's Hotel at 
one and the same time. Cynthia was centuries 
behind the times when the wagonette drew up at 
the verandah. 

" I have given you the best room, immediately 
overlooking the temple, whence the Perehera 
starts and returns," said the polite manager. 

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To be " the chiel amang 'em takin' notes " has 
its advantages sometimes. 

After dinner a visit to the temple in the moon- 
light was decided upon. A mere ** stone's-throw " 
from the hotel, even the European could so far exert 
himself or herself to go on foot. 

Broad winding stone steps, always damp, mil- 
dewed, moss-grown, for the sun's rays never fall 
thereon, lead up to the towering temple — steps 
worn into hollows in the centre by the tramping 
of centuries upon centuries. At either end of each 
step was what Cynthia took for an effigy — a 
heathen god or goddess : it's always difficult to 
distinguish the sex of these deities — until, on trip- 
ping on her skirt, she stumbled against one of 
them, when — ^a yellowish-green eye was uplifted 
from the mask-like, putty face. If was a nun — 
one of a company from Burmah — Buddhist, of 
course- 
Many Burmese monks they encountered later 
on — likewise here for the Sacred Festival. But 
although Cynthia decided they were the ugliest 
works of creation, they did appear human — the 
nuns did not. 

The great distinction betwixt this temple and 
others of like age is the fact of its being the Shrine 
of Buddha's Tooth — the most sacred relic of 
Buddhism. Only on rare occasions and by special 
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To the infidel a hippopotamus's tooth would do 
as well But the casket in which the Relic is 
preserved is a wonderful work of art and value 
combined — ^a casket of purest gold inlaid with 
magnificent gems. Taken altogether though, the 
effect is amazing rather than pleasing, the gems 
are too big and too numerous. Nevertheless the 
fineness of the filigree gold work is truly artistic and 
beautiful 

Inspection of this most famous temple completed, 
the Perehera was about to commence. No better 
place to witness the start than from that height. 
Although the moon made the night almost light 
as day. torches and lamps and lights of every de- 
scription flared everywhere. As many human 
beings were clad in the skins of wild beasts of the 
jungle — tigers, leopards, cheetahs, monkeys, croco- 
diles, and buffaloes — it was difficult to define what 
was what, who was who. Elephants gorgeously 
howdahed and caparisoned lent dignity to the 
show : thirty-three elephants of the finest breed. 
On a level with the crimson and golden howdahs^ 
mountebanks strode on stilts, whilst the "jungle 
creatures" kept up their profession by making 
night hideous with roaring, howling, chattering, 
shrieking. 

A curious medley, in which the sublime and the 
ridiculous meet and merge, the former manifest in 
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gauntness, alms-bowl in one hand, palm-leaf in 
the other, the first to receive bounty of the charit- 
able, the latter to ward off the glance of woman : 
** Look not on the face of woman lest thou be 
beguiled," said Siddharta the Buddha. 

The procession was a mile in length, and took a 
couple of hours to complete the tour of the little 
town. Similar to the carnivals of Southern 
Europe, the Perehera has, though, a distinctive 
character of its own no Western nation can ever 
with impunity emulate : a distinction born of the 
East, the gorgeous, incongruous, grotesque, yet 
enchanting East. Three nights consecutively 
the Perehera is repeated ; the fourth brings the 
completing ceremony, called the Dividing of the 
Waters. This ceremony is held on the banks of 
the river Mahavillagango at Peradeniya, a distance 
of some six miles from Kandy. Few Europeans 
attend this termination of the festival, as it is held 
at daybreak on the Friday. All the night previous 
people, animals, paraphernalia, the same motley 
crowd, likewise the holy element, the "faithful," 
in fuller force even than on the previous occasions, 
pilgrimage from all parts of Ceylon — ^aye, and from 
afar : India, Thibet, Burmah, and Japan — to be 
present at this sacred rite. The river is broad and 
clear here, and spanned by a handsome satinwood 
bridge. Amply rewarded did Cynthia consider 
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Ceylon) on beholding that strangely fascinating 
assemblage congr^atingat the first faint streak of 
dawn on the bank of the Mahavillagango. As the 
hot sun rose, the gorgeous colours as seen through 
the morning mist were mellowed, as befitted the 
solemnity of the occasion. Priests and monks in 
yellow robes of every shade from saffron to cinna- 
mon were there mixing with mountebanks and 
*'monkies/* The loud reverberation of a gun 
announced the commencement of the ceremony. 
A singular commingling of crude ideas of Hin- 
duism with the gentler rites of Buddhism it 
appeared to Cynthia — ^fantastic, fascinating withaL 
Almost it seemed the " heavens " had opened and 
let loose other races, other beings, undreamt of in 
our human philosophy. 

And towering above all was lordly Adam s Peak. 
Yes, and in the light of the dawning day the Foot- 
print shone out — the first footprint of the first 
man, Adam, on his banishment to Lanka (Ceylon) 
in those first days of this world. At the given 
signal, the firing of the gun, a boat manned with 
monks bearing the Sacred Consecrated Thread 
put off from the crowded shore. As on the boat 
went plying the peaceful waters, Bana was recited 
by companies of priests on either side of the river 
— prayers and invocations. Once the river is 
crossed the Sacred Thread is secured on the 
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ascends, thrilling the early morning silence, vibrat- 
ing the hills and echoing again and again. 

The festival is over. The Perehera is com- 
pleted. By that division of the water by the 
Sacred Thread evil is severed from good, dross 
separated from gold, purification has taken place, 
and thus they enter on another year. 

As a tableau merely that scene on the beautiful 
river Mahavillagango in the pure and peaceful 
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CHAPTER XXVI 

Perideniya Botanical Gardens and a clairvoyante 
dream — A greeting from Ardln Pacha — Both 
Aribi and Cynthia are charmed — Cynthia learns to 
make " mocha " from the venerable Pacha — Funny 
little Nubians! — Ardbi Pacha's piteous longing, 
** only to return home I " 

IT was while here at the mountain capital that 
they availed themselves of making the ac- 
quaintance of Ardbi Pacha, the Egyptian 
rebel, as he has been erroneously called by 
those not conversant with his purpose and his aim. 
As head of the War Department of his native land, 
Ardbi, possessed of a personality born to attract and 
to lead, had been chosen as the defender of justice 
and the rights of his people — a man of "singularly 
uncommon honesty," as Lord Charles Beresford* 
his adversary in the campaign of 1882, honourably 
designated him. But this is no political treatise. 
All 'tis necessary to say is that Ardbi Pacha, 
having capitulated, was then an exile, a British 
captive in Ceylon. It had been arranged that 
Cynthia and her husband should drive in the 
early morning to Perideniya, to visit the Botanical 
Gardens there, prior to making a call on Ardbi 
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time residing in a comfortable bungalow situated 
at top of a hill midway between Kandy and 
Perideniya. Soon after daybreak, accordingly, 
they started in a victoria. The mountain air was 
fresh and invigorating, although once the sun is 
up the mountain capital soon becomes hot almost 
as Colombo, until the tropical sun goes down. 
Tickets to enter the gardens had been taken ; all 
they had to do was to enjoy that delightful drive 
in the freshness of the mom. 

Few people were about; those few, however — 
natives going to or returning from their bath — 
contributed to the picturesque scenery. It is 
marvellous the grace with which a native's dra- 
pery falls in folds. Careless, unpremeditated ; no 
sculpture could manifest more perfect artistic 
effect The gorgeous colours^ moreover, blend, 
always harmoniously, no matter how vivid, while 
the gait of the Oriental is dignity with ease 
combined. 

Cynthia, accustomed as she was to driving 
through one of the loveliest portions of Europe — 
Southern Austria — experienced a new sensation 
now : the spell, the fascination of the East, in- 
comparable to any other as it is indescribable. 
Silently they drove along, the giant trees casting 
a pleasant shade, until on turning a corner 
Cynthia started. 

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" What place is this ? I know it well ; I have 
surely been here before ! " she exclaimed, ex- 
citedly. 

" The entrance to the Botanical Gardens. We 
get out here," was her husband's reply. 

** The — entrance — to — the — Botanical — Gar- 
dens," repeated Cynthia alighting, yet keeping her 
regards fixed on those iron gates, with the ticket- 
taker's shed just within, at an angle of the road. 
" No, I have not been here before. And yet it 
is all so familiar. It was a dream I had, repeated 
again and again in my early girlhood. Now that 
dream that haunted my youth is realised. Every 
detail I have beheld before. All is familiar to me. 
I will show you where the paths lead. Come." 

They entered, giving up their tickets at the 
shed, and Cynthia trod those magnificent gardens, 
leading the way as though it were familiar to her 
— ^as indeed it was — in dream. 

Let psychical research explain this. Cynthia 
relates the fact only, at the same time recalling 
those lines of Rossetti : 

/ have been here before. 
But when or how I cannot tell: 
I know the grass beyond the door. 
The sweet, keen smell, 
The sighing sound, the lights around 
the shore. 

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Arabi Bey, or, to give him his full name, 
Muhamed Ibn Ahmed, Arabi Pacha* s eldest son, 
was to meet them at his father's house. As up 
they mounted to the bungalow by the zigzag foot- 
path hedged with roses — glorious roses from 
seeds of trees grown on the Bosphorus, roses 
large as a saucer, and laden with perfume that 
scented the air within a radius of, say, half a mile 
— as up they mounted Arabi Bey descended to 
meet them. 

'*My father is charmed to make your ac- 
quaintance," said he, shaking hands with the 
visitors. 

Upon entering the bungalow a commanding 
figure dressed d VEuropeen, except for a fez, rose 
and bowed low. Then a hand was uplifted in 
military salute. 

" How do you do ? We are so pleased to 
come to see you. I hope you are well ? " said 
Cynthia, coming forward and offering her hand. 

The grave, sad countenance relaxed in a smile. 
•' May I sit here — beside you ? " 

The smile expanded. Cynthia — ^that strange 
"writing woman," friend of Princes, Peasants, 
Prisoners of War — everybody, but — snobs, shams, 
and sycophants — took her seat on a cane chair 
beside Arabi Pacha on his prayer-carpet on a 
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interview with Arabt the Exile was his Faith in 
Providence, the Almighty. 

" What the Almighty decrees comes to pass/' 
said he, quoting the Koran. " What He desires 
not happens not All power is with Him." 

It was impressive, to say the least of it, to hear 
with what clemency, what resignation, and with 
what unshaken faith this defeated warrior spoke of 
his defeat The Kordn^ ever by his side, had been 
his guide, was still his guide, would always be his 
guide. 

'^ Remain constant in Faith, and you will merit 
commendation and gain eternal repose,'' was now 
as it ever had been his text And unlike some 
others, not of Moslem Faith, he acted on and up 
to it. 

"I felt in my heart our fate — the fate of all 
Egyptians — was in the hands of England," he 
said. '' It was for England to continue and to 
complete the work the Almighty had decreed I 
should begin — and England mil,'' he added 

But the fragrant aroma of coffee caused the 
conversation to take a different turn — real Mocha. 

" What delicious coffee ! " exclaimed Cynthia, 
to give the conversation a turn. Arabt Pacha 
smiled. ' 

" Now," went on the old man, quite cheerfully, 
" I will teach you to make coffee as we do. Then 
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menced handling the brass utensils on the tray 
brought in by an ebony-black Nubian, grinning 
from ear to ear. Excellent coffee it was. Cynthia 
had three cups, to Arabis apparent delight. 
Then, in the midst of lively social chat, in which 
Arabi Bey (the eldest son) and his brother — ^a 
remarkably fine, handsome young man — joined, 
the curtains were drawn, and in scampered three 
or four chocolate-coloured youngsters with close- 
cropped hair on shining pates. What little hair 
there was was " laid out in paths," so to speak, 
tiny, close-cut ringlets in rows across the head — a 
most peculiar effect. Their faces, although far from 
prepossessing, were full of animation, and just 
now expressive of great joy. Rushing up to the 
commanding figure on the divan, they threw their 
naked brown arms around his neck, pressed their 
flat noses against his cheek, and literally smothered 
him with caresses, chattering volubly all the while. 
Arabi, the leader, the commander of men, accepted 
these ebullitions of affection in the spirit of the 
intention. He bore those caresses with the spirit 
of happy resignation. Indeed, this big, brave 
warrior allowed those little half-castes to do what 
they liked with him. Then, giving them sugar 
and sweetmeats, they turned their attention else- 
where, scampering round the visitors " like can- 
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they?" asked Cynthia, throwing them lumps 
of sugar. 

" My brothers and sisters," was Arabi Beys 

reply. 

# # * * * 

Ahmed Arabiy the EgyptianJ^ 

One of the many gracious and kindly actions 
of His Majesty King Edward on accession to the 
throne was to cancel the captivity o{ Arabi Pacha 
and his brother exiles, and permit them to return 
home. 

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Cynthia's preference for the handsome Afghan — An 
officer's story in response — " AUah is great / Allah 
is good I " — A Moslem's inflexible faith. 

" •''"X F all the different nationalities I've seen 
I 1 in Ceylon I like the Afghan best," said 

\^^^ Cynthia one day to a friend, an Officer 

in the shire Regiment, at that 

time stationed in Colombo. 

" You don't know them as I do," was the reply. 
•* Although there are decent chaps among them — 
real religious, too, their fatiA*s simply marvellous 
— I don't allude to their gymnastics on "prayer- 
carpets" before the rising and setting sun, I 
mean their so/td belief, don't you know — it's 

marvellous! A chap in the shire told me 

a story about one — a true story. I'll tell it you, 
if you like ; but mind, I'm not much good at 
story-telling." 

" Well," said he, in answer to Cynthia's " Do — 
do," "here goes," flicking the end off his cigar, 
and refreshing his memory with whisky and soda. 
But as the narration was somewhat discursive, 
Cynthia, making mental notes, put it into more 
regular form afterwards. Here is the story. 

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Mahmoud, the Afghan 

"An earthly paradise were it not for the 
insects." 

" And the snakes, Mrs, Seymour," put in the 
Captain, drawing up a lounger to the side of his 
Colonels wife, an Englishwoman pretty still and 
young looking, notwithstanding the anxmic look 
one gets after a year or two's residence in tropical 
Ceylon. 

" And the snakes, certainly. You haven't for- 
gotten my affinity — and aversion combined. 
Captain ? Affinity, for were there a snake in a 
whole Korale, as they say here, it would give the 
preference to me," said Mrs. Seymour ruefully, 
fanning herself. 

" ' Not like to like but like in difference,' as 
Tennyson would say." Captain O'Ryan was a 
thorough-bred Irishman, and the most popular 
man in the Regiment — with the ladies ; a bache- 
lor too. A striking contrast to his Colonel, who, 
a typical Englishman, was slow of tongue though 
sure, and deficient in those subtle turns of speech 
merely suggestive of compliment, dear to the fair 
sex. 

" No : it's downright affinity, it must be, or I 
wouldn't attract them as I do." 

Mrs. Seymour had had a dinner party that 
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the spacious verandah of the Coloners fine 
bungalow facing the Officers' Mess House in 
Colombo : coffee and liqueurs being handed round 
by native Appoos in immaculate white. 

" Sure and you hypnotise them, thin," retorted 
the Captain, affecting the softest brogue and 
throwing expression into his lustrous Irish eyes, 

Mrs. Seymour shrugged her white shoulders — 
having been pretty and attractive to the opposite 
sex all her life compliments came to her lightly — 
and went. " How hot it is ! " she said. ** No 
coffee; bring me an iced lemon squash," to a 
servant 

" Mrs. Seymour, we must have your opinion. 
The Afghan's come with the things — lovely! 
Do come ! " 

A young girl had left a group at the other end 
of the verandah, and with an arch glance at 
the Captain, addressed the hostess. 

" Come, has he ? " Languidly Mrs. Seymour 
rested her hand on the arm of her Singapore 
chair and was about to rise when she was con- 
scious of feeling something soft and clammy cold 
beneath two or three fingers of that hand. She 
withdrew it hastily and uttered a cry. Captain 
O'Ryan ceased speaking to Miss D'almaine and 
turned his regards just in time to see a long black 
snake, or the latter portion of one, glide away in 
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" A snake ! I touched its head — ^ur-rh I "* Mrs. 
Seymour shuddered. " Why, terAy do they always 
come to me ? Ur-rh ! how I loathe them ! " 

" Lady not killing cobra, cobra bringing lady 
good luck," said an Appoo^ who himself would 
have been terrified out of his life at such perilous 
proximity: natives are awful cowards, particularly 
the Sinhalese. 

'' Come, dear Mrs. Seymour, and look at these 
embroidered muslins, they're too lovely ; just the 
things for the tableaux. Never mind the cobra, 
it's gone ; and cobras do bring good luck '' (with 
another glance at the Captain) " a clairvoyante 
in London told me so," said Meta D'almaine. 

The Colonel had now come up, observing the 
commotion, and drawing his wife's hand through 
his arm, said " Don't be alarmed It wasn't a 
cobra : only a rat-snake, from what I saw of it. 
It wouldn't harm you." 

Mrs. Seymour sighed, but it was a sigh of relief : 
she always felt safe when her husband was near. 
The Colonel carried'an atmosphere of protection 
and security about with him. Women felt this 
and liked and respected him for it, albeit he awed 
them. Many, too many, prefer a fool who can 
flirt. 

"Only a rat-snake.^ A rummy sort of rat- 
snake then." It was a lieutenant who talked — 
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ring round its body ? / did. By George ! I never 
saw one like it." 

Every one laughed: some one said, "Your 
geese are all swans, Hardy. '* Some one else 
said, *' Fireflies ; " some one else suggested " glow- 
worms," '* radium," and so forth. 

'* All the same I saw it," maintained the young 
lieutenant, who, undaunted by the banter, launched 
forth one of his own special and remarkable 
stories for the edification of any who would listen 
to it- 
Mean while a group surrounded a man of 
swarthy complexion in very picturesque costume 
of white nainsook with elaborately embroidered 
zouave in red velvet and gold, a cummerbund of 
crimson silk in which were carried poignards and 
pistols, sandals and turban, the latter with the 
conical centre marking the nationality and 
religion of Mahmoud the Afghan^ itinerant vendor 
of Oriental silks, stuffs and embroideries. Calmly, 
with a certain hauteur, he stood looking on while 
his coolie opened out the goods for inspection. 
The men of the party after a remark or two 
strolled away, leaving the ladies to make their 
purchases. 

Mahmoud the Afghan was a man of few words. 
He stood there, silent, except when asked a 
question — the price usually — by one of the ladies, 
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to disdain, or, as Meta D'almaine averred, " like 
Byron's Lara'' 

''My things all good, Lady. I ask one price — 
cheap price, for all good things. Lady." Then he 
would state the price, but was content, perfectly 
content, to accept one-half. Ultimately the pur- 
chases were completed. The ladies were de- 
lighted with their " bargains." The Afghan com- 
manded the coolie to cord the bundles, then with 
a grave salaam retired. 

Suddenly, ** Where is my bangle ? Gone ! " ex- 
claimed Mrs. Seymour. Immediately skirts were 
drawn aside, frills and furbelows shaken. Not a 
trace of the bangle was there. 

" I was wearing it, I know. You remember, 
Captain O'Ryan, when I was talking to you on 
that chair, I was twirling it. You must remem- 
ber." Mrs. Seymour spoke vehemently. She 
was in such earnest She prized that bangle 
more than any article she possessed. 

The Captain did remember. "To be sure," 
said he, ** I noticed it when — " he was going to say 
" the snake appeared," but with true Hibernian 
tact substituted, "when you rose to go to the 
Afghan." 

The Afghan 1 Ah 1 

" My bangle I my beloved bangle ! my betrothal 
gift ! I would not have lost it for worlds." 

" Lost what?'' The Colonel had been inside 
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the bungalow with three others at whist, so had 
to be told. 

** Never mind, Lucy," said he, with a tender 
strain in his usually stern voice. '* There are 
other bangles to be bought Don't distress your- 
self, dear." 

Men can't comprehend the element of senti- 
ment attached to inanimate things as women do. 
To himself he was saying, " That d — d Afghan !" 
The same thought was in every mind : the ad- 
jective only varying and adapting itself to the 
individual or the sex. 

Meta D'almaine, said " that awful Afghan ! " 
Where was her *' Lara " now } 

** Rogues, every one of 'em, these natives," was 
the unanimous decree. Mrs. Seymour of course 
had dropped the bangle whilst handling the goods ; 
the Afghan had detected it, and with Oriental 
agility, which is nothing ^ortoi legerdemain, had 
secreted and secured it. 

Of course ! There could be no two opinions 
about it. 

The Colonel should take out a summons against 
Mahmoud the Afghan next day. 

Next day Colonel Seymour did. 

II 
The Colombo Police Court was packed with 
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it seemed, for in complexion they ranged from 
chocolate brown to the waxen fairness of the 
Anglo-Saxon, Conspicuous among them was the 
tall and imposing figure of an Afghan, defendant 
in the action now about to be heard. His khol- 
blackened eyes had in them a wistful, far-away 
look as of one half dazed, half above and beyond 
things terrestrial, the gaze of a seer or a dreamer. 
His raiment, spotlessly clean, was set off by an 
elaborately embroidered zouave beneath which dag- 
gers, poignards and pistols, handsomely wrought, 
gleamed in the crimson silk cummerbund. His 
turban, one of those with the conical centre which 
nearly was the cause of a second Mutiny owing 
to the want of tact of some Europeans in adapt- 
ing the same for the headgear of their horse- 
keepers — ^his turban distinctive of his caste, religion 
and nationality, sat gracefully as well as jauntily 
on his flowing raven locks. A picturesque figure 
of a man was he. All eyes turned instinctively, 
centred and fixed themselves on him — Mahmoud 
the Afghan, the accused. Mahmoud the Afghan 
met them unmoved. 

Several European ladies were in Court — a very 
exceptional thing in Ceylon, where gossip and 
indolence make up the average European woman's 
existence. Many were here to-day, however, and 
still many more were the remarks of admiration 
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a fine man ! Who would say he was such a thief? 
Quite hard to believe, isn't it now ? " 

'' Confounded rascals and thieves all of them/' 
being the answer of the stronger sex. 

"You can't judge from appearances, Mrs. Sey- 
mour, especially these Orientals. They may 
* look like gods/ as you women put it, they act like 
— ahem ! all the same. These Afghans, too, have 
a habit of lopping you off without the slightest 
rhyme or reason,much less provocation. Homicidal 
mania it's called — comes over them at times, they 
must murder their best friend if nobody else is in 
the way. I knew a man " 

But the Lieutenant's forthcoming story, an 
interesting one no doubt, was " kilt intirely," as 
the Irishman would say, by, the opening of the 
Court 

The first witness called was Mrs. Seymour, the 
owner of the missing or stolen article, a gold 
bangle set with emeralds and diamonds, valued at 
;^i 50 sterling. Mrs. Seymour having been sworn, 
gave her evidence in a calm, yet gentle manner, 
not apparently altogether unreluctantly. Truth 
to tell, much as she prized the bangle, and 
mourned its loss, she would rather her husband 
had not taken out the summons. But Lucy 
Seymour was not a suffragette ; indeed she was 
old-fashioned in some ways, one of them being 
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seem to think only ihit plain wives, the " homely *' 
ones as the Americans call them, do this, but 
there, my lords of creation, you are mistaken, as 
you are in imagining those unattractive ones are 
more amiable : A plain woman has a grudge 
against the whole world, and takes it out in spite, 
and other little mean ways. 

But pretty Mrs. Seymour was answering the 
Magistrate's questions — ^a young Scotsman as 
much conversant with law as the quill he wielded. 
Every instant, though, her regards wandered in 
the direction of the accused. Those wistful eyes 
seemed to draw them. Within them there 
appeared to be hidden volumes. She was think- 
ing if only she might look long and steadily 
enough into that placid and profound countenance 
she would be told the truth, the mystery would 
be revealed. '* Mystery, pshaw ! " said some one 
when she called it such. Yes, more than ever as 
she stood in the witness-box now she had this 
feeling upon her. Those eyes were veritable 
wells. Truth was at the bottom. How to reach 
it? This, the question she was asking herself; 
the question she knew not how to answer. 

Meanwhile the Magistrate's queries came in 
quick succession. All the witness had to do was 
answer ** Yes " or " No." When she would elabo- 
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When Mrs. Seymour left the witness-box and 
was met by her husband, she looked pale, very 
pale. The Colonel half regretted having taken 
the action. The ordeal was too much for the wife 
whom he loved. He led her to the carriage, and 
sent for a glass of port wine. 

'' Julian, I know that man is innocent," she said 
when she had revived a bit. 

"Go home, dear — and rest," and stooping 
so that no one should see, the Colonel kissed his 
wife : Englishmen would rather face a volley 
than be seen kissing. Captain O'Ryan gave 
evidence to having seen the bangle on Mrs. 
Seymour's arm up to the time when she rose 
to go to the Afghan. All the other guests at 
the dinner party were there to testify to 
having seen it worn that evening, if need be. 
Circumstantial evidence all of it; nevertheless 
pointing directly at the Afghan. Who else 
could have stolen it ? Where else could it be ? 
The mind of every European present — now that 
Mrs. Seymour had left on the plea of not feeling 
well — ^the mind of every European present, the 
Magistrate included, was made up, as a matter of 
fact had been made up before the first witness 
had entered the box. The bangle had fallen from 
Mrs. Seymour's arm, been picked up by the 
Afghan, and dexterously secreted and purloined. 
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Oriental ? Clear as noonday. It needed but to 
be related to convict him. But law demands a 
little more than that, even in our First Crown 
Colony. It must be proven. This was the 
difficulty. 

All the man Mahmoud had to say in defence 
was a denial, absolute denial of ever having seen the 
bangle. And in his deep dark eyes there was no 
shifting, no prevarication, only calm steady per- 
sistency in denial. The Magistrate was, as a 
matter of fact, a little nonplussed. He occupied 
himself energetically in scribbling. Meanwhile, an 
undertone colloquy was going on among a little 
group of sallow and olive-skinned men in strange 
garb, made up of East and West, a compromise 
betwixt the two. The outcome of the confab 
was a paper handed up to the Magistrate, who, 
speaking to a man at his elbow, nodded assent 
in answer. Then the Clerk of the Court rising 
said it was his duty to state that numerous letters 
testifying to the good character — exceptionally 
good character — of the accused had been sent in 
— ^letters from merchants of good standing who 
declared they had known the man and had had 
dealings with htm for years. All bore testimony 
to his honesty. 

The face of every European present wore a 
smile : Many said " ITnt'' And all this while the 
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sun streamed in hotter and hotter. The gun from 
the fort boomed 4 o'clock. The Court rose, the 
case against Mahmoud the Afghan was adjourned, 
"to come on again on the 19th — ten days' time." 
The European ladies looked whiter than ever 
when they took their seats in their phaeton, dog- 
cart or buggy. They had had their novel experience 
of a Police Court — " in the Tropics, too, my dear," 
as they afterwards proudly explained, but — they 
didn't want it repeated. " Poor dear Mrs. Sey- 
mour, the heat was too much for her. She doesn't 
want him convicted either I I'm sure of it. She'd 
rather lose her bangle, though it was a love gift 
from the Colonel. Well, he is a handsome fellow 
— that Afghan, I mean. I wonder how he gets up 
his eyes like that ? I wish I knew. The secret 
would be a fortune to Mme. Xerxes of Bond Street 
Heigho ! how much do you think he'll get, Cap- 
tain ? What a boon to have something fresh to 
talk about! We were all getting so frightfully 
ilase.'' 

Yes, it was indeed a boon to have "something 
fresh to talk about." It was the talk of the Mess, 
of the Club, of the Tennis Racquet and Golf Links, 
of the Drive, and of King's House — tAe talk. 
The ladies even developed a little colour in their 
lips and cheeks over it, nalura/ colour. The men 
had bets on, of course. Every one seemed to 
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Seymour. She was silent and apparently rather 
sad. " But then — ^poor dear ! " vaguely remarked 
her " best friend." And the Colonel — but he was 
never a man of many words. Only a shrug of 
their white shoulders was bestowed on him. 



Ill 

It was Lucy Seymour's custom to be in the 
saddle before daybreak, when the air even of 
Colombo is fresh and invigorating. When the 
sun comes up with its rapidly increasing heat 
outdoor exercise for Europeans is practically 
impossible. Escorted by the Colonel, when his 
duties permitted, otherwise attended by a horse- 
keeper, for their establishment did not include an 
English groom, a Muttu^ who took short cuts on 
foot to meet his Durasani at intervals, she would 
ride out to Mount Lavinia by the road, returning 
by the sea-shore. Delightful indeed was the sea- 
breeze as over the damp sand she cantered, the 
mare a high-mettled Waler enjoying it as much 
as her mistress. Lucy Seymour's mind was an 
active one naturally, action rendered it more so. 
When troubled or perplexed about anything she 
sought solution or relief in her " mount." 

'' It sets the mental machinery agoing and in 
order," she would say to her husband. " I'm 
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cobwebs disperse and one sees and understands 
ever so much clearer. But I must get away from 
people — acquaintances I mean." 

This was why the Colonel's wife so far trans- 
gressed the decrees of Mrs. Grundy, presiding 
Genius of the European Community of Ceylon, 
as to have a will and a way of her own — ^and 
exercise both. Sometimes she would ride out far 
amongst the outlying villages in the moonlight. 
Thus it was she came to see and know more 
about the people — the natives, who, at first 
resenting because of their innate prejudice to 
horse-womanship, came soon to look out for the 
'' Mahaimaya-OSicer^s Lady," and welcome her 
winsome face with smiles. The Colonel de- 
murred at first, but never was he so proud of his 
wife as when in the saddle. He had every con- 
fidence in her ability as a horse-woman, and 
notwithstanding her pretty face — "doll's face," 
some called it — she was plucky. Only when her 
finer feelings were hurt Lucy Seymour gave in. 
This particular morning she was feeling very 
perplexed. The three days which had elapsed 
since that Police Court affair had been anxious, 
troubled ones. Instead of allaying that feeling — 
that curious inexplicable feeling amounting to 
assurance concerning the Afghan's innocence, the 
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What c(nild she do ? She was thinking now as 
her mare ambled along the red road leading to 
beautiful Mount Lavinia. " He's not guilty : he's 
not guilty," seemed to be the refrain of the springy 
action of the Australian bred. The twice or 
thrice she had said this to her husband a shade 
had passed over his brow and on the last occasion 
his tone in answer had been nearer anger than 
any ever addressed to her before. " Lucy, have 
you no more sense than to let your kindly heart 
override your judgment ? Dismiss it from your 
mind if it distresses you/' he had said. 

Ah ! Colonel, if we poor human creatures could 
but act up to your stalwart advice ! 

Lucy Seymour had not dismissed it from her 
mind. It haunted hen Spite of her immense 
respect as well as love for her husband she could 
not obey him in this, nor become convinced. 
The Afghan was not guilty. She knew it. Some- 
how she came to associate the solution of the 
mystery with her morning ride : how or why she 
knew not. Soon as she awoke the thought, the 
anxiety was with her. Some power or intelligence 
seemed to urge her to the fulfilment of something 
she alone could accomplish — some act of justice. 
Sometimes on her homeward canter along the 
beach it was as though a voice spoke not in her 
ears, but from within, '* Prove it: spare him," it 
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"world" might have decreed her insane, the 
*' world " being so very wise himself, particularly 
so — " his wife " 

But though the conviction gripped her like a 
hypnotic suggestion she knew not how to proceed, 
how to devise a way or means whereby to work 
her conviction into proof. " How weak we 
women are, after all! If only Julian saw and 
understood as I do!" she said again to herself 
while passing Bambalapitiya. Then she sighed. 
" Why are we so weak ? " 

** Dear Mrs. Seymour, did you notice his eyes? 
full of magnetism. I'm sure he's a hypnotist," 
Meta D'almaine had said. Then Lieutenant 
Hardy had capped her remark with one of his 
stories — z, blood-curdler based on Oriental Black 
Art and hypnotism. 

'^Was it a fact?" Mrs. Seymour had asked 
herself more than once. She was sensitive — " a 
sensitive," according to the Society for Psychical 
Research. Had he hypnotised her — that day in 
court? She had turned very faint after giving 
evidence, and felt miserable — miserable ever 
since. Had the Afghan hypnotised her ? Orientals 
are adepts in the Art, by study, education, here- 
dity. Certainly the thought, the conviction of this 
man's innocence possessed her, like an obsession. 
Day and night it never left her. When she 
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increasing, strengthening, until thb morning it 
seemed to have reached a crisis. The Afghan 
was innocent. It was for her to prove it. And 
with this thought filling her mind she put the 
mare into a canter with a brush of the switch, 
fully determined to carry this conviction out. 
How ? She no longer asked herself that ! She 
was going to do it That sufficed. 

When she turned in at the gateway of the 
bungalow the Colonel awaited her on the ve- 
randah. 

"Come, Lucy,'* he said kindly, as he took 
her hand to dismount "You stay out too 
long. You fatigue yourself. The sun is well 
up besides. You're looking pale. Come and 
have tea," 

Running his eyes over the Singapore chairs, the 
Colonel selected the most comfortable for his wife, 
who sank into it with a sigh of relief, then looked 
up into the face of the commanding figure of her 
husband with a light in her eyes — the light of 
deep affection that lasts when passion's fire is 
long burnt out " Thank you, Julian dearest I 
wish every woman had such a husband — how 
different the world would be ! " 

The Colonel laughed and pulled Lucy's ear — ^a 
pretty shell-like ear. He couldn't pay a compli- 
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the Rock of Gibraltar in his devotion to one 
woman — which is rarer still. 

Chota Hazira on the verandah, ere yet the day 
is spoilt by the heat, dust and glare, is delightful 
in Ceylon. Lucy drank her tea and ate the appas 
and felt ever so well — ^and happy. It seemed a 
great load was slipping from her heart. Her 
husband's keen blue eye detected colour coming 
into her lips and cheeks. He would have liked 
to say something about " the roses," but didn't 
know how. He felt such a ''bull in a china 
shop" if he ventured on anything of the sort. 
Lucy often chaffed him on the way he proposed : 
He liked her chaff — ^his steely eyes twinkled over 
it : She was chaffing him now : She always 
did when she felt light-hearted. Suddenly, she 
knew not why, she was feeling light-hearted now. 
For the first time since the loss of the bangle she 
felt light-hearted. 

" Half-past eight ! " she exclaimed, " and I 
ordered my bath at eight." Clapping her hands, an 
Appoo appeared. '* Tell Ayah I'm ready for the 
bath, and take these things away." 

"All right. Lady." 

** Don't say all right. Lady, say Yes, Ma'am. 
It's more polite — correct I mean. He's in the raw, 
Julian, but he'll make a good servant. These 
natives are like dough, one needs a light yet firm 
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" Another treasure, Lucy ? " The Colonel was 
chaffing now. 

*' Didymus ! " was the reply, standing on her tip- 
toes to kiss the curly moustache. 

** Tm off." And with a song on her lips away 
Lucy Seymour went to the dressing-room to pre- 
pare for her bath. 

'' Strange creature of moods am I ! *' she was 
thinking as she commenced to take off her riding 
habit '' Only an hour ago — less, I had that awful 
load on my breast, that still more awful anxiety 
teasing my mind. Now I-^-oh ! how happy I am ! 
What a beautiful world we're living in ! That dear, 
glorious sun, how it glorifies the Lake ! What a 
picture for an artist ! No (to the Ayah) don't shut 
out that lovely view ; leave iht jalousie half turned 
— so. More than ever I'm in love with the view 
this morning ! " 

''Durasant feeling happy more this morning. 
Durasani looking sad, very, some days. Not now 
more. Liver good, no 'i " 

** You're right, Ayah. I suppose it was liver." 
The liver is the pivot on which the whole 
mechanism of existence turns and depends 
according to the European's point of view in the 
East. 

' ' Great joy p'raps coming to Durasani. Lizard 
always coming out speaking : Durasani not hear- 
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" That little lizard there ? Oh yes, he came 
and clucked at me soon as I got up this morning. 
So he is the harbinger of good luck, eh ? Well, 
let's hope so. And now take these things and 
hang them in the sun. Give me the bath towels. 
That's all. You may go now, Ayah." 

Mrs. Seymour had another peep through the 
jalousie. That view of the Colombo Lake always 
charmed her. This morning it looked lovelier 
than ever. It was the season of blossom. The 
trees were laden with them ; conspicuous ^^ flam- 
beau with its wide-stretching branches dependent 
with flame-coloured bells several feet in length. 
Then the feathery tamarisk and the filigree 
bamboos glinting in the sunlight, while majestic 
palms towered aloft, waving their graceful golden 
plumes. And below lay the water of the Lake, a 
sheet of burnished gold. 

Lucy Seymour sighed "It's too lovely ! " she 
said, as she turned away. For a moment she felt 
sad. People of fine sensibilities are always 
affected so by the beauties of nature. Then the 
joy of life came over her again, and singing as 
she went, she wended her way to the bath-room. 
No sooner was the door opened than the song 
died on her lips. Lucy Seymour stood transfixed. 
It was as though a sudden blow on the head had 
opened an inner vision. It was not fear that made 
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that transfixed her. Indeed her feeling was one 
of intense joy. And yet — ^within a yard or two of 
her sandalled feet there was her natural antipathy. 
A snake — ^a huge black rat-snake — but now 
wriggled from under the bath» which stood on 
cement blocks, and now confronted her with 
head erect, and almost on a level with her own. 
Strangest of all, some foot or more down its wrig- 
gling neck it wofe a band of jewels, which catching 
the sunrays coming in through the Jalousies 
glinted and glistened in her very eyes. 

For fully a couple of minutes Lucy Seymour 
stood thus : the snake equally as astonished 
apparently : each looking into the other's eyes. 
Not a vestige of fear possessed her. Her silence 
was due to sheer amazement. She was speechless. 
But suddenly a sense of the reality of the situa- 
tion occurred to her. Her one thought then was 
her husband. "Julian! Julian!" she called. 
That seemed to break the spell. While silence 
reigned the snake had kept its steady gaze upon 
her. Now down went its head, its body wrig- 
gling away in the direction whence it had come, 
making for the water sluice. But, for some reason 
— ^the bath being unevenly poised probably, the 
ormament encircling its sinuous body impeded it. 
Desperate endeavours the snake made, but 
failed. 

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his wife's call. Immediately, too, he saw the 
snake — wearing the late missing bangle. That was 
a detail, however, in his anxiety for his wife. She 
was snatched up in his strong arms and borne to 
a lounger on the verandah before she could utter. 
Then " Go, Julian," she said. 

The Colonel knew what she meant He only 
waited an instant to assure himself Lucy was all 
right " Look after the Durasani, Jiyah^'' said he. 
*' Boy! bring me a revolver— quick." 

Natives glory in fire-arms and sport of any kind. 
Half a minute later a report was heard through the 
Colonel's bungalow and across the Lake : And 
within another thirty seconds the lost bangle was 
in the owner's lap. 

" Oh, Julian, how happy I am to have it back ! " 
Perhaps some wives would have said, ** I told you 
so." Lucy Seymour did not. The Colonel 
pressed her hand. His countenance though glad 
was grave. His wife's intuition told her why. 
# * # # # 

When Mahmoud the Afghan had the news of 
his release brought to him in the House of Deten- 
tion he was at prayer, kneeling on his prayer-car- 
pet facing his Mecca — for it was eventide. No 
notice did he take whatever of the announcement 
until three times he had made his obeisance and his 
prayer was finished. Then, when he realised he 
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on 

stained, again he turaed his ^AZ-darkened eyes 
in that direction — the shrine of his faith, and mut- 
tered "Allah is Great! Allah is Good!" and 
gathering his prayer-carpet and few other belong- 
ings together, passed out of the iron gate as the 
last bright rim of the golden sun sank deep into 
the Indian Ocean. 

Mahmoud is now the leading merchant in 
Kabul. How this came about Colonel Seymour 
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CHAPTER XXVIII 

The &scination of the East : what it is, and what it 
isn't — Cynthia's new venture — A pwfyan (page 
boy) from India — Friday's advent — Frida/s pro- 
gress — Friday's escapade, and its result — A small 
chapter of ^ customs of the country." 

IF one is asked what is the fascination of the 
East, it is difficult to reply : but that there 
is a fascination it would be useless to 
deny. The atmosphere is charged with it 
The European may pass a restless night on 
pillows and mattress wet through with perspira- 
tion, and bitten unmercifully by a stray mosquito 
slipped in under the net curtains, nevertheless 
as soon as one looks out on the sun-lit landscape, 
with the natives loitering along with their pic- 
turesque grace, one is caught by the spell. No 
matter the worries, the annoyances — Cook drunk 
and incapable of cooking the dinner when you 
return ravenously hungry from your long moon- 
light ride or drive, and in no country is appe- 
tite more keen or compulsory in its demands — 
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butter-knife» the sugar-tongs, or what not is missed 
never to return again-^very day it's something, 
from one's umbrella to a tea-pot — in spite of the 
mosquitoes attacking one's eyelids, ears and feet, 
morn noon and night ; ants of six varieties and de- 
grees of ferocity devouring the Indian matting, the 
sugar, the vitals of the piano, and one's own 
human substance, silver fish ruining one's linen 
and laces, and causing havoc amongst one's books ; 
scorpions that have a predilection for one's bed ; 
cockroaches, centipedes, locusts, tarantulas, and 
myriads of other pests, including snakes that 
haunt the bath, and spiders whose web is as strong 
as a thread of silk : notwithstanding the fact that 
everything edible must stand in a vessel of water 
on account of the invading insects, and even then, 
although the four legs of the dining-table are thus 
fortified, no sooner is the cloth laid than regi- 
ments of ants parade and lay siege to anything 
placed thereon ere the Appoo has time to turn and 
with the crumb-brush disperse the enemy : not- 
withstanding the mildew, which in a few hours 
converts one's black leather shoes into green, and 
causes everything from picture frames to books to 
fall to pieces : not to mention the daily scenes and 
tragedies with and amongst the native servants 
which go on even in the best-regulated house- 
holds ; nor to omit the inevitable fact of one's 
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remains the charm, the fascination that, once ex- 
perienced, can never be shaken off, resisted nor 
forgotten. 

To attempt to graft European habits and prin- 
ciples on to the Oriental, however, is waste of 
time and energy. Cynthia tried it. Given the 
raw material — rfiat is fresh, uncorrupted — ^by the 
power of influence, early instruction and environ- 
ment, she argued, much might be achieved. 
With this end in view she sent to India for a 
small boy of "poor but respectable parentage." 
The " small boy " arrived from Travancore on a 
Friday, hence the name by which he henceforth 
was to be known — Friday. A boy with a re- 
markably intelligent pair of eyes and a slender, but 
well-knit figure, was Friday. Not a word of 
English did he speak, neither did he know the 
use of knife, fork nor spoon, soap nor towel. 
Totally unsophisticated was Cynthia's protigi. 
And yet his manners were respectful, easy and 
graceful^ — the last remaining heritage of race- 
breeding. T\i^Ayah^ who with her flirtageous ways, 
is as a fuse to a train of gunpowder among the 
men-servants, was given her congi^ so that the 
atmosphere of the domestic regions in this respect 
was cleared and quieted. Friday was to take the 
Ayah's place so far as waiting on his Mistress 
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he had to be taught, but he was quick, very quick, 
and what he once learnt he never forgot Gra-- 
dually too, the force of European instruction mani- 
fested itself. Friday at mid-day, when he took 
his second bath, would ask for ''Soap, Lady, 
please, Pearls Soap, Friday wanting wash, good 
wash, English-like.'* And afterwards when 
dressed in a clean nansook kamiaya^ drill jacket 
with pearl buttons, and Turkey*red turban, a 
smart little page he made. Beneath the turban 
his pate was shaven, save for a tuft at the back of 
the crown, which tuft was worn long but coiled 
up. This mode of coiffure marked Friday's caste^ 
accentuated by the hieroglyphics in red, yellow 
and white chunam which decorated his brow at 
the top of the nose. Cynthia had no objection 
to the latter little embellishment, but she detested 
the ''tuft'' and the shaven pate. Friday had 
glossy, black, wavy hair — ^why not wear it cut like 
a civilised being, all round the head ? Why not ? 

She put the question to him. He grinned, 
salaamed, and shook his turbaned head. Cyn- 
thia bided her time and put the question again^ 
more forcibly this time. Again the grin, the 
salaam and shake of the head. 

" In the fulness of time," reflected his mistress, 
"when he is more Europeanised," and Friday 
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also was his abhorrence of dirt and untidiness. 
If he saw a speck of dust in a corner out would 
come a broom, for as he now would say, "Microbe 
come with dust, Lady, I sweep 'way/' 

By-and-bye Cynthia deemed the time ripe to 
allude to the style of coiffure. This time, how- 
ever, two little brown hands went up quickly and 
held his head as though for dear life, while tears, 
big crystal tears, filled and over-filled his great 
black eyes. Not for his life, it seemed, would he 
part with the *• tuft " — ^his heritage, his caste, his 
religion. As a compromise, however, he con- 
sented to forego the "shave," so that his jetty 
locks soon became visible beneath the Turkey- 
red turban, which considerably improved his 
personal appearance. Cynthia had it not in her 
heart to desire more. 

So exact was Friday in everything he did. In 
order to replace each little ornament correctly, he 
would first take a keen survey of the group of 
ornaments on a table or a what-not before remov- 
ing to dust, then, with the mental picture before 
his mind's eye, each would be returned to its 
right place, and to be perfectly accurate measure- 
ments with the duster would be taken. But so 
quickly, it savoured of slight of hand. The same 
with regard to table laying and decorations, his 
intelligent eye speedily perceived the right way, 
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innate, inherent perhaps, only needing conditions 
to develop. 

*^l( this be possible, why not the same with the 
higher moral attributes," reasoned his Mistress. 
From the first she had endeavoured to inculcate 
strictness as regards the truth. It had not seemed 
difficult either. Friday was by nature what is 
called a " good boy." Only on a few occasions — 
for instance, when a large jar of jam had been 
broken into— had he shown symptoms of " back- 
sliding/' But Friday was growing older and 
forming friendships in this, to him, foreign land 

One day his Mistress heard his voice in the 
compound speaking in crescendo, evidently ex- 
cited, and becoming angrier and angrier. She 
let it go on awhile, then clapped her hands. 
Friday obeyed the summons. All in a pant he 
came, his black eyes ablaze, his red mouth twitch- 
ing, his whole frame quivering. 

**What is the matter .>" asked Cynthia. She 
had never seen Friday in such a passion. 

The boy cast down his great black orbs sheep- 
ishly and b^an to trifle with a duster in his hand, 
but made no reply. 

"Come, tell me. What are you quarrelling about, 
and with whom } You know I don't allow strangers 
and quarrelling in the compound. Speak out" 

Friday's coppery skin flushed. He shuflled from 
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'' Now, speak out — I insist/' ssud his Mistress. 

Then Friday spoke, anger still in his tone, 
" That boy, Ma'am " (Cynthia had taught him to 
say " Ma'am," instead of " Lady," as most native 
servants do), '* That boy. Ma'am, son of sister 
of butler of Lord Bishop — That son of sister of 
butler of Lord Bishop " 

" Stop ! " cried Cynthia, going over the laby- 
rinth of relationship for the purpose of unravelling, 
" Son of sister of butler of Lord Bishop— oh ! the 
Lord Bishop's butler's nephew. Well — go on." 

" That boy. Ma'am, son of sister " 

" Yes, yes, the Lord Bishop's butler's Nephew,'' 
interposed Cynthia. It's hard to be patient with 
the thermometer at lOO® in the shade ! 

" Ne-phew, Ma'am," repeated the boy. 

"Well?" 

" That — ne-phew boy. Ma'am, saying his Lady 
more brains got than — than my Lady, / saying 
not That ne-phew boy saying his Lady read 
many English books, newspapers, / saying my 
Lady many books, newspapers write^ more brains 
got my Lady. Therefore boys quarrel, Ma'am, 
angry get." 

But the situation was too much for Cynthia. 
She threw herself back in the lounger and roared 
with laughter. Just for a minute, Mrs. First 
Crown Colony Grundy ! Then, gathering herself 
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though, as it rested on Friday's little figure 
aquiver with the excitement of his late indigna- 
tion, ** Weill it is right you should stand up for 
your mistress, Friday, "* she said, " but don't get 
angry, don't quarrel Now, go back and tell — ^the 
nepAew of the Lord Bishop's butler that there are 
different ways of being clever, and that the ^si is 
to do well what it is our business and our duty to 
do, so that you and he can be just as clever, too, 
and one of the cleverest things for all of us to do 
is to keep our temper. You understand ? " 

'' Yes, Ma'am, I under'tand," picking away at 
the duster, ** Salaam" 

After this there was a murmur of voices issuing 
from the back compound, but all anger was gone 
out of them, 

Friday's vocabulary extended rapidly ; day by 
day he added to it His mistress, for the fun of 
it, would experiment with long words. To see 
the boy prick his ears to catch the pronunciation, 
then, when he turned his back, repeat the new, 
ofttimes difficult words in order to stereotype them 
on his memory, was interesting, to say the least of 
it. Next day the new word — no matter Aow diffi. 
cult, was bound to be reproduced, 

"Did Punch eat his dinner this evening, 
Friday?" 

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determined to add caligraphy to his curriculum. 
** Would ^M^ like to learn to write?" she asked 
him one day. Friday's eyes glowed like two 
tropical suns. That answer sufficed. ''Very 
well, we'll begin to-day — with the orthodox pot- 
hooks and hangers. I'll set you a copy now, and 
you can bring it to me when I am at tiffin." 

Later on Friday brought his first copy done. 

" What on earth are these f " asked his mis- 
tress, on beholding the sheet covered over with 
grotesque caricatures of the originals. 

*'Or-tho-dox pot*hook and hanger, Ma'am," 
was the prompt reply. 

•*Then,for Heaven's sake let us have heterodox," 
ejaculated his mistress, fanning herself. Next day, 
upon producing his copy with a salaam^ he, 
perking his head on one side, said : 

" Ma'am, Friday making het-er-odox pot-hook 
and hanger, better — not ? " 

And certainly these were an improvement. 

Friday, however, did. not make that progress 
with his pen his Mistress had expected, judging 
from his other display of quickness. 

" Caligraphy is not your farte^ Friday," she 
said, wearily, one day when he brought a sheet of 
paper with dog sprawled all over it " Not your 
forte^^ Cynthia heard him repeat after he had 
said, " No, Ma'am, not my forte'' At dinner that 
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supply of the pudding made by his wife — her 
first (and last) attempt in the culinary art — 
Friday vouchsafed the remark : 

" I understand, Sar — not my Lady's ^r/^." 

And Friday was right 

The problem of creed was vexatious to Friday's 
budding mind. He often came to his Mistress 
with perplexing questions concerning the Christian 
faith, or rather doctrine and dogma. 

'' Christian man say only one God got, only 
one religion everybody got, but Christian Baptist 
man say his God right, his religion right, no 
other ; Wesleyan man say his God, his religion 
right, no other ; Salvation Army man say his God, 
his religion right, no other ; Church of England 
man say his God, his religion right, no other ; and 
Lady say Christian only one God, one religion 
got, no other ; Friday not understand," shaking 
his turbaned head and looking very puzzled. To 
cut what might have developed into a lengthy 
theological disquisition — ^possibly discussion — 
Cynthia made answer : 

'' Be honest, never tell a lie, then you will be 
a good Christian and — go straight to Heaven." 

"Good Christian go straight to 'eaven," re- 
peated the boy, with gleaming eyes. Friday was 
very keen on becoming a Christian, or on being 
considered such. He gloried in the Vale^ the 
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which occasions he liked to wear nice clothes — 
new if he could get them — and the hieroglyphics 
on his brow were carefully attended to, likewise 
his fore-shaven head (spite of his Mistress's 
disapproval ) and the tuft at the back in a well- 
oiled knot 

. ** Never tell lie, Tamil boy honest, go straight 
to 'eaven ? " he asked, in order to make sure. 

''Certainly. But — ^how often have I to tell you 
to aspirate your h's ? How the mosquitoes bite ! '' 

Next morning at breakfast : '' Will the master 
take Aam, ^omelette, or ^eggs ? " asked Friday, 
with his big eyes full on his Mistress. 

It was while the monsoon was raging that 
Friday came to his mistress one afternoon — ^he 
had been twelve months in their service and was 
quite a big boy now- — came hurriedly in a flutter 
of excitement. His brother, he said, had arrived 
unexpectedly from India and had come to see him. 
Where was he.^ "There, on back verandah. 
Ma am." His large eyes looked twice their size, 
and under excitement of the unexpected joy there 
was a restless wildness in them. 

*• Then" said his Mistress, ''Give him a good 
dinner, and — Friday ! " for the boy, after a hasty 
salaam and '* T'ank you, Ma'am," was beating a 
retreat, '' Friday, first, let him take a bath — a 
good wash, you know — ^with soap.'* 

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"Stay I Friday. And if his clothes are not 
respectable give him some of yours« He will 
want to stay with you until he finds a place, no 
doubt'' Meanwhile the boy was standing first on 
one foot then the other, a habit of his when excited, 
his resdess eyes wandering anywhere, everywhere 
except on his Mistress. " Now, go ! " 

" How happy the child is at seeing his 
brother I " mused Cynthia, drawing a comparison 
in her own mind betwixt the '' heathen " in this 
respect and '' Christians '* of her own kith and kin. 

Presently she heard splashing under the stable 
pump. Her instructions were being carried out 
The new-comer was having ".a vash/' An hour 
or two later, when the monsoon was for a time 
abating Cynthia saw the two boys in clean white 
suits, of her own making Mrs. Colonial Grundy, 
pass down the compound and out by the gateway. 

" Not much resemblance : Mother a Sinhalese 
probably; he's certainly more Sinhalese than 
Tamil — ^the brother," mused Cynthia, anxiously 
wondering how her husband should be brought 
home if the monsoon burst again : horses cannot 
contend with it, neither can the rickshaw-wallahs. 

However, there was a convenient cessation for 
awhile. The phaeton was despatched, and her 
husband in it safely returned. Cynthia told the 
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" Has Friday not returned ? " Cynthia inquired 
of the Appoo. " Not returned," was the reply. 

Last thing at night Cynthia asked again. " Not 
returned." Cynthia felt anxious. 

" Oh, he'll turn up — ^trust him. They've been 
overtaken by the rain (the monsoon had burst 
again) and have taken shelter somewhere. 
They're all right," was the reassuring response to 
her anxiety. 

Next day, first thing Cynthia put the question 
again : " Had the boy — ^had Friday come back ? " 

" Not come back. Lady, Friday nor other boy," 
answered the Appoo — with a smile. 

All that day passed and Cynthia's anxiety de- 
veloped symptoms of alarnu 

"I'll send for his friend — ^the Bishop's butler's 
nephew," suddenly she said, rising and summon- 
ing the Appoo, who passed on his Mistress's 
message to a coolie, being himself of two high a 
caste to hold converse with inferiors of another 
bungalow. 

The son of the sister of the butler of the Lord 
Bishop came in due time, grinning. " That boy, 
Friday, no brother got from India. Other boy, 
Sinhalese boy, coming to Master's bungalow, eat, 
bath, take Friday way, gamble, drink — no good 
Sinhalese boy that I see Friday going with bad 
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Friday go, Lady — very bad that Other boy 
making Friday bad.'' 

Alas ! alas ! the tale was only too true. Friday 
had yielded to temptation. Friday had told a lie. 
Friday had deceived. 

The "son of the sister of the butler of the 
Lord Bishop" was despatched with a santosun^, 
and Cynthia felt sad — very very, sad. 

Weeks passed by. No other ^' podian'* "wovXd 
Cynthia take, although several applied. None 
other would she have. Cynthia waited on herself. 

One evening — z, full month later, Cynthia sat 
writing on the verandah when the nephew of 
the Bishop's butler reappeared from the shadows 
of the suriyas in the compound. 

" Salaam^ Lady^' said he. 

" What is it ? " inquired Cynthia. " Come here.*' 

The boy approached. In a low voice, little 
more than a whisper, saying : " Lady, Friday 
come back. I bring } " 

" Where is he } " asked Cynthia, starting and 
straining her eyes to pierce the shadows. " Fri- 
day ! " She felt, she knew the boy was near. 

A lanky ragged form came forward at her call. 
— came forward, then fell fainting at his Mistress's 
feet // — was Friday — come back ! Only a few 
weeks, but — ^a wreck, the skeleton or the wraith 
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Magnificent matrimony — Cynthia attends the 
nuptials of a Chettie caste bride and bridegroom 
— Embarras de richisse, — How Chettie brides are 
gowned and gemmed, and conduct themselves — 
How Chettie bridegrooms conduct themselves — 
The inevitable W. and S. Primitive but splendid — 
Cynthia the cynosure of a hundred black orbs — ^A 
« golden father " and a " poor little martyr/* 

NOW It so happened that the daughter of 
a wealthy Tamil of the Chettie, or money- 
lending caste, who held an appointment 
in some way connected with the Govern- 
ment, was going to be married — with enormous 
^clat^ as became the contents of the coffers 
parental, likewise the caste. 

*'Can we not get an invitation?" asked 
Cynthia, whose imagination immediately con- 
jured up a sketch in water colours of that pic- 
turesque object yclept a Chettie, the crown of 
whose glory consists in the headdress — a sort of 
inverted coal-scuttle in black satin always, lined 
with cerise, beneath which droop rings of gold 
studded with gems — many rings, graduating in 
size like wheels within wheels, pendant from the ear 
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Cynthia had made inquiries concerning these 
Chetties — they fascinated her. Their caste dates 
from time immemorial as the usurers of India and 
Ceylon, whose wealth may be likened unto the 
mines of Golconda. Evidently the caste is in no- 
wise ashamed of such ancient genealogy, else they 
would not adhere to the ancestral costume as they 
do— and proudly. Very exclusive indeed is the 
Chettie socially. With the turn of the key on his 
counting-house is the turn of the key on himself, 
in so far as all relationship with his private life is 
concerned. Therefore it was that Cynthia was 
elated when the invitation to the wedding arrived 
by post, a satin-faced card printed in silver, which 
might have borne some resemblance to a less 
festive occasion were it not for the silver tassel 
attached, and a trailing spray of orange blossom. 
It was moonlight when they left home to drive to 
the ''wedding house," as the Sinhalese say — a 
long drive from the Cinnamon Gardens to Chettie 
Street, where the caste do dwell. As a matter 
of fact the rites and festivities had been going on 
three days and nights. This was to be the 
culmination and grand finale-— at midnight. Some 
distance ere Chettie Street was arrived at that 
festivities were going on was substantially ap- 
parent. The thoroughfare even at this time of 
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order were such necessary* But there being 
no " Jack Tars '* in the throng, that post seemed 
and was a sinecure. Sinhalese, Tamils, Malays^ 
Hindoos, Cochins, Chinese, all maintained the 
steady stare of the Oriental, and so far corre- 
sponding behaviour. 

" Lady going wedding house^ Sar ? I knowing 
way wedding house^ I showing Master, please.'* 
Such offers came from all sides from this curious 
crowd, which, however, soon became so packed 
the way, so far as driving was concerned, was 
impassable. The mare» moreover — afresh from 
Australia— -exhibited symptoms of terror at the 
unfamiliar objects and scene generally, and began 
to manifest that terror in such a frantic desperate 
manner it was advisable to alight, which they 
did. 

" One Brobdingnagian stage. We're behind the 
footlights, in the thick of the Christmas Panto- 
mime^" remarked Cynthia, proceeding to pick up 
her train, preparatory to proceeding on foot 
"What's that?" 

'' Only Bengal lights. Look at the rockets," 
was the reply. The crowd now divided their 
dreamy gaze betwixt the fireworks and the 
European N(nia on foot amongst them — such a 
novelty was this. European *'ladies," who never 
sat in a carriage in their lives in their own country, 
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feet— never had! The Mutiu leading the fractious 
Mascotte and finding or forcing a way per force 
of savage yells, Cynthia and her husband followed. 
The heat was oppressive, not a breath stirred^ 
At intervals ^pandaly a triumphal arch composed 
of the illimitable supplies of the cocoanut-palm, 
adorned the route. Chettie Street, which de- 
scribes a gentle ascent from bottom to top, was 
gay with flags, floral and fruit decoration and 
bunting. At the entrance was a /a^i^/ of huge 
dimensions and really artistic structure. A coronet 
of pineapples decorated the apex of this arch, while 
the pretty pomegranate blossom and fruit, waxen 
jasmine and fairy orchids twined about and around, 
and the wonderful flower of the cocoanut, which 
resembles a glorified wheatsheaf in the sunlight, 
gracefully drooped over oranges golden and 
green. Another /aiM^/ had a crown of mangoes, 
another of oranges, another of custard apples, 
and so on ; but all were beautiful in design and 
most cleverly carried out, the shower bouquets of 
delicate blossoms and feathery bamboos shimmer- 
ing in the moonbeams. So on through the throng 
and the odours up to the verandah of the '* wed- 
ding house." 

Red carpet covered the stone steps, red carpet 
and dhurras covered the verandah, sprinkled all 
over with'rose-leaves, orange blossom and myrtle. 
The atmosphere was burdened with perfumes. 

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The host himself — a Chettie in chettie costume — 
came forward to greet his European guests. A 
low bow, then a salaam, then in response to 
Cynthia's proffered hand : 

'' I am happy to welcome you both to the 
wedding house," said he. "Will the Lady do us 
the honour to enter ? " 

" Certainly," said Cynthia, her eye resting on a 
ruby in one of her host's earrings. The glow of 
that ruby made a red reflection halfway down his 
white sleeve. Cynthia was not prepared, however, 
for being detached from her lawful lord and 
relegated to the regions and close inspection of the 
ladies — dozens of them in Hindoo full dress, 
blazing with jewels and sucking cardamoms or 
drinking coffee, or both at once. Ropes and 
ropes of pearls, rubies, sapphires ; not a space on 
the persons of these Oriental ladies vacant of 
gems. How meagre Cynthia felt ! She had none 
— ^to speak of. How they must despise her) 
And yet when dressed for the occasion, in the 
conviction of her Christian superiority Cynthia 
had surveyed herself in the cheval glass smilingly. 
She might have felt small now, and yet — what 
was it that compelled precedence, distinction ? 
The host lingered by Cynthia's chair — the only 
man in the room — conversing. Subjects of the day 
— ^art, music, literature — were touched upon, the 
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live garb, his mind was cultured up to date. The 
black orbs of all the ladies rested on Cynthia, 
their tongues were mute, they resembled lay figures 
gorgeously arrayed in purple and splendour. 

When the host proposed adjournment to the 
** bridal chamber," Cynthia arose. She wondered 
what had become of her husband, but passing a 
doorway caught a glimpse <^ him surrounded by 
men in singular combinations of Eastern and 
Western sartorial array— -drinking whiskies and 
sodas! 

Now she found herself in a very large apart- 
ment brilliandy draped and decorated, with a 
dais at the far end on which sat the bride. Ap- 
proached by red-carpeted steps, with a canopy over- 
head, there she sat, the heroine of the night, the 
heroine indeed of the whole week. A child in years 
— ^how tired she looked 1 A bundle of rich clothes, 
burdened with jeweb ! At the foot of the steps a 
company of native musicians were already in the 
midst of an overture, which Cynthia was informed 
was a musical drama descriptive of the young 
bride's life, past, present, and future — specially 
composed for the occasion. Cynthia followed the 
music with rapt attention. Her host had left her 
now, and she remained alone but for that battery 
of black eyes. Distinctly descriptive, there were 
passages in the music of surpassing sweetness, 
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child-life. Later on the turbulence that arose 
to disturb the tranquillity of childhood had in it 
much of the spirit of Wagnen 

At the termination of each period or '* cycle " 
the orchestra ceased playing. In these intervals 
the child-bride» escorted by a couple of maidens, 
was taken to a retiring room, where another 
robe was added to the one, or two, or three 
she already wore. In this wise the bulk of the 
youthful bride perceptibly increased. Further- 
more Cynthia remarked an ascending scale to 
the richness and value of these robes ; from sweet 
simplicity almost unadorned they evolved a worth 
and a gorgeousness worthy of a fairy-tale princess, 
or — ^the daughter and betrothed of an Oriental 
Chettie. 

As the night wore on no less than seven robes 
enveloped that poor little bride, who really looked 
as though she would faint or suffocate beneath such 
embarras de richesse. The last robe was of purple 
plush, embroidered with gold and silver, and 
studded with gems. Although this poor little 
martyr, as Cynthia to herself called her, although 
this most enviable of Chettie kind as her own 
caste ladies would designate her, spake not a 
word, her facial expression was expected to re- 
spond to the sentiments of the music, a sort of 
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The little bride went through this mute life*s 
drama with punctilious care and precision, as though 
her salvation depended thereon. At a certain 
stage — ^midnight — ^the music grew slow and solemn 
and severe, with a little under ripple, plaintive 
and low. The Chettie host having returned said, 
sotto voce, to Cynthia, " Obedience to her golden- 
father and lord." 

" Who's that ? " inquired Cynthia, foolishly for- 
getful for the moment 

No answer was required, for at that moment the 
bridgroom entered — for the first time. With his 
approach, clouds of sandal and incense rose from 
heated braziers, not so densely however that one 
could not well perceive the well-set-up young 
man, well groomed, well whisky and sodaed. 

As the clouds of narcotics and spices, frankin- 
cense and myrrh, rose on high, Cynthia was told 
they were symbolic of the ascendency of the male, 
while the rose petals and sweet blossoms sprinkled 
in profusion about and around the bride were 
typical of woman's purity and meekness and lowly 
worth. Cynthia, accustomed to Society, was glad 
to know this. There was certainly an offish air 
environing the young Chettie, who would have 
been a handsome fellow had he not aped the 
European. 

The bride at the advent of her " golden-father 
and lord" had risen. Her hands, tiny brown 

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bands laden with rings, clasped on her bosom, she 
stood — a picture of submission. 

The bridegroom then receiving the Ta/z from 
his patriarchal father commenced to encircle and 
secure it around his bride's throat, which pre- 
viously had been divested by [one of the brides- 
maids of chains of gems, and ropes of pearls. The 
bridegroom only may perform this ceremony, the 
placing and securing of the Talz. He effected 
both ultimately after much manlike fumbling and 
confusion. The key of gold he retained after 
securely locking the Ta/i. This key must be 
kept in his possession as long as his life shall 
last ; even so the Ta/i around the throat of his 
bride. 

And now relatives and friends came crowding 
around, saluting the bride and bridegroom by way 
of a sniff — they never kiss ; many of them bring- 
ing presents. The majority of the presents being 
rings for the bridegroom, the fingers of the young 
Chettie were adorned to the tips, the overflow 
being relegated to his '* best man." 

** Aren't you tired of it ? " Yes, Cynthia was 
very tired. It was i a.m. and the heat was over- 
powering. '* I should like to add my congratula- 
tions." For this purpose she rose, and the 
Oriental ladies and gentlemen graciously made 
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her sweetest, words would have been useless. 
"Poor little martyr!" she was thinking, "I'd 
rather see you enjoying yourself with abattledoor 
and shutdecock." 

To the " golden-father" she said : 

" I hope you may have years of happiness, you 
and your litde bride." 

'' I thank you, Madame. May I offer you a 
whisky and soda ? " was the acknowlegment, with 
— not a salaam, but a bow. It's a custom of the 
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A trip to the Hills — Lovely Nuraliya — Cynthia's 
finery and its fate — ^An adventurous journey in a 
rickshaw with a quartette of wallahs — Stranded yet 
safe — Uda Pussellawa at last! — Explanation — ^An 
outbreak of small-pox — Coolies quarantined. 

" •'"X F course you often go up to the 
I 1 Hills — impossible for a European to 

\^^y live in Colombo otherwise/* Europeans 

are wont to say. 
But there is another side to the possible, as 
there is also to the impossible. This: can 
Europeans leave their homes, with easy minds, to 
the custody of native servants ? As a matter of 
fact perfect assurance cannot always be guaranteed 
under such conditions in Old England. But in 

Ceylon 

Cynthia, however, was so " run down " in health 
after five years' sojourn in Colombo, with very 
little change, that a visit to the Hills was impera- 
tive. Erg-o she found herself in the train one morn- 
ing en route to Nuraliya^ the favourite Hill and 
Health resort of Ceylon. The railway carriages 
in Ceylon are built after the model of the Swiss and 
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those of England. A large restaurant or luncheon 
and dining car is attached to each train, while the 
fauteuil-like seats, covered with brown hoUand, are 
the perfection of neatness and coolness. Never- 
theless, travelling in Ceylon is exceedingly trying. 
One leaves Colombo, with its tremendous heat, to 
which one's blood has in time responded, and after 
three or four hours' travelling finds oneself in an- 
other climate* The rapid change of temperature 
is very trying indeed. Invariably the European 
upon arriving at Nuraliya is laid up for a couple 
of days with *' chill on the liver " — as Cynthia was. 
Again, after a week or two's acclimatisation to the 
Hills, on one's return to Colombo another sudden 
wrench occurs to one's constitution. But this is 
anticipating. Cynthia, upon arrival at Nanouya 
— the station for Nuraliya — was informed that the 
train, being very late that night, the coach had left ; 
neither was there a vehicle of any description to 
convey passengers to Nuraliya, "An Hotel ? Aers 
— at Nanouya?" The station-master looked at 
Cynthia as though he feared she must be crazy. 

What should she do? He didn't know — ^nor 
care seemingly. Her luggage ? That was all right, 
and would be safe under lock and key in the lug- 
gage office. This was a relief, for in that monster 
basket-trunk were fine frocks and fancies — some 
fresh from I/Dndon. TAey would be safe. But 
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on the journey, and was feeling sick and faint now. 
But, when a tremendous crash of circumstances 
occurs one is too stunned to realise one's situation 
in its dire entirety. Cynthia looked out on the 
black darkness of the beautiful wooded landscape 
lit only here and there by a solitary twinkling star, 
breathing in the invigorating air of the Hills, so 
cool — it held a snap of frost, which, though it 
caused a shiver, was delicious — delightful. The 
sensuous satisfied thus for the time being, her 
mind troubled itself not with perplexities. She 
drank in that crisp refreshing air like new wine — 
alone, for the station-master and porter had retired 
for the night. 

"Are you stranded here — alone f asked a 
European in a soft voice, the unmistakable voice 
of a gentlewoman. 

Cynthia started, and, turning, beheld the 
speaker. 

•* Yes — I suppose so," she answered vaguely. 
" You are going to Nuraliya of course ? Well, 
I am expecting my brother — he is late, but 
' Oh, here he is,' " and the speaker made a rush 
at a gentleman alighting hastily from a dog- 
cart. A brief colloquy ensued betwixt them, then, 
" Will you come with us? We can easily take 
a turn and put you down at your hotel. My name 

is , and this is my brother, a tea planter, whom 

I have come up to visit. You'd better jump in.'* 

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Such kindness! Indeed Cynthia's star — 
Jupiter the benign — ^never would desert her! 
Such luck I such kindness I Cynthia did jump 
into the dogcart, and off they drove. 

The gloriously fresh air and excitement to* 
gether kept Cynthia up — ^indeed that drive was 
most enjoyable. When, in the midst of it Cynthia 
told this kind-hearted lady and her brother who 
she was, it was their turn to express surprise* 
" This, the literary young woman ! " she fancied 
she read in the minds of both. '' Well, she's not 
half bad, for all that I " Perhaps this addendum 
though was part and parcel of Cynthia's imagina- 
tion. H owe ver and whatever they thought of ker 
she thought and still thinks volumes of good of 
them. And so, in chatting time passed on until 
these truly good Samaritans put Cynthia down 
at her hotel door. Cynthia went direct to bed, 
where she remained a couple of days. The first 
thing to do upon recovery was telegraph to 
Nanouya for the precious luggage to be sent up 
by coach. This was done. No luggage came. 
Another telegram was despatched. No luggage 
came. Then Cynthia was advised to go to the 
coach office. She did. The clerk there said he 
knew nothing about it, but would ''make 
inquiries," and if it arrived would '' see it was 
sent on." 

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Cynthia was impatient to press on to her destina- 
tion — Uda Pussellawa — ^her friends there having 
wired for her. She didn't care to go minus her 
belongings though. Always in hope, ever in 
expectation, day after day went by. The luggage 
never came. Then again she went to the office, 
this time tipping the coachman bountifully and 
making so sure of success that she asked to book 
her seat in the coach that went to Uda Pussellawa 
next day. 

No coach was going to Uda Pussellawa next 
day. When, then ? They could not say. What 
must she do ? How could she get there ? They 
shrugged their shoulders. Again she had to wire 
to her friends. Day after day she went to the 
office. No luggage, no coach. 

After a week of this a bright idea occurred to 
the clerk. A waggonette had been ordered by a 
planter to take him to KandapoUa — about midway 
to Uda Pussellawa — ^next day. The gentleman 
would be sure not to turn up, would the Lady be 
at the office at lo o'clock to-morrow momiiig and 
avail herself of this chance ? If the gentleman 
did turn up, well — it was a lady. 

Cynthia hastened back, made arrangements 
with the manageress of her hotel re the luggage 
sending on to Uda Pussellawa as soon as it arrived, 
and next morning at lo o'clock was at the office. 
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but not the Planter. At about 1 1 o'clock they 
started — Cynthia taking her seat alone. She was 
secure for half-way at any rate, sufficient for the 
time to thoroughly enjoy the drive amid the 
mountains, notwithstanding the fact of the ram- 
shackle vehicle, called by courtesy a waggonette, 
that had a way of lopping which was more alarm- 
ing than comfortable. About two o'clock in the 
afternoon the driver pulled up. '' KandapoUa," 
said he. " Where? " asked Cynthia, looking round 
for something in the way of a hamlet at least. 
** Here, Lady, KandapoUa." A sort of cabman's 
shelter was all that she could see to disturb the 
harmony of a peaceful vale surrounded by moun- 
tains. ^* What am I to do ? " she asked again. 

"Get out. Lady," was the reply. Cynthia 
obeyed. " Won't you take me farther — on to Uda 
Pussellawa?" she asked most meekly. The 
coachman shook his head and expectorated. 
Now Cynthia had once before found herself in 
similar straits — in an out-of-the-way part of the 
Bavarian Highlands at 1.30 a.m. Something 
had turned up then ; something would turn up 
now. She was feeling hungry, so down she sat, 
opened her luncheon basket and began to eat ham 
sandwiches to a tattoo accompaniment of her heels 
on the road. After some twenty minutes of this 
a vision seemed to rise from the bowels of the 
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of any one's approach until she found a small con- 
tingent of coolies and a rickshaw in front of her. 

*' For me, I presume ?" said she rising, *' Uda 
Pussellawa, mind. Can you take me ? Can you 
go as far ? " She did not want to be stranded 
again, at a place perhaps where there wasn't even 
so much as a cabman's shelter 

A volley of Tamil gibberish issued from four 
red betel-stained mouths, of which Cynthia under- 
stood not one word. Therefore, without waste of 
words and time, she took her seat in the rick- 
shaw, the shafts of which were immediately seized 
by one coolie, the back by another, the other two 
coolies holding on to the offside, for a stone in 
the road might suffice to turn rickshaw, rider and 
one or two of the coolies may be over the preci- 
pice below. 

Off they went — ^like mad. The road was 
awful. The pace made Cynthia gasp. " Slower I 
slower ! " she cried as up hill and down dale they 
went, switchback fashion. ''Slower! slower!" 
again and again, but without result The jolting 
was such that one could not maintain sufficient 
mental equilibrum to realise the peril. One false 
step— one stumble of any one of the quartet of 
coolies — and over all would go, rickshaw, rider, 
coolies, all down a precipice of several hundred 
feet and almost perpendicular. 

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like a marionette's worked by a string. She 
thought her throat must be dislocated and her 
head whirled off. It was not an agreeable sensa- 
tion, ahhough the scenery was sublime. Owing 
to the jerks, her tongue was bitten again and 
again — almost through. She dug her heels hard 
into the floor of the rickshaw as a means of main- 
taining an equipoise, and kept a fixed gaze ahead, 
while the landscape flashed by — on the one side 
Nature in all her radiant, exultant beauty, on the 
other — that precipice, that awful, deadly precipice. 
Occasionally one or other of the coolies would set 
up a savage howl, otherwise silence reigned ; nor 
was there another human being abroad, nor any- 
thing in the way of human habitations. So <m 
for a couple of hours or more, when a speck 
appeared ahead. The speck grew longer, larger 
and larger until it gained the appearance of a 
rickshaw and a couple of coolies. Cynthia might — 
would surely have rejoiced at this advent, and the 
prospect possibly of a respite, had she been 
capable of rejoicing, but she was not She was 
benumbed by this time — ^indifferent to everything. 
Both rickshaws pulled up. Cynthia drew a long, 
long breath. 

'^Was she alive?'' she asked herself. '*Oh, 
yes." 

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wonderfully well to. Liver? She had none 
now. **Lady coming in please this rickshaw. 
Doctor-Master sending bring Lady I finding on 
road/' spoke up the newcomer, approaching with 
a salaam — a rickshaw wallah in livery, which 
proved him to be in private service. All was 
explained now. Her friends had sent their own 
rickshaw, in case Cynthia should have been 
stranded. Cynthia paid off the others with a 
santosum all round, then changed her seat to that 
of her friend's rickshaw. And on again she went 
without adventure, without mishap, until she met 
her friends coming on foot to meet her. 

So like a ckdlet in Switzerland was the pictur- 
esque bungalow set up in a defile of the mountains ! 
so fresh the air, so charming the scenery, so 
altogether novel and natural the situation, it was 
a new world, even to Cynthia, who was familiar 
with many parts of little-known Europe. Uda 
Pussellawa, however, is distinctive, and as a health 
resort incomparable in Ceylon, being not so cool as 
Nuraliya, yet fresh and cool enough. A pleasant 
time Cynthia spent here in company of her friends, 
although — ^alas for feminine vanity — her precious 
frocks and finery never turned up. She had to 
wear her travelling garb, with an occasional vari- 
ation of a blouse of her hostess — a " custom of the 
country " she was informed when she had at first 
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Upon her return — a fortnight later — she found 
her trunk still under lock and key in the luggage 
room at Nanouya. Upon opening moreover, she 
found her new hat — an exquisite creation from 
London— covered with green mildew. Cynthia 
hastily closed and locked the trunk. '' Why had 
it not been sent on ?" 

There had been an outbreak of smaO-pox 
amongst the coolies, those unaffected were quaran- 
tined Had the trunk arrived at Nuraliya there 
would have been no coolies to carry it on to Uda 
Pussellawa. Perhaps this explained the matter. 
At any rate, Cynthia had to accept it as explana- 
tion, there being no other forthcoming, except it 
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Cynthia's desire to attend a Jeewama gratified — 
MascotU fractious : rider compelled to dismount — 
Two thousand four hundred mantras recited at this 
interesting ceremony, Cynthia for hours perched on 
a cocoanut palm stump without the charmed circle 
— Mascotte asleep. 

ONE morning at daybreak Cynthia had 
ridden out far along the coast. The 
weather was glorious, just perfect for 
riding. On her return, however, some- 
where beyond Mount Lavinia, the mare turned 
stubborn and '' up to tricks." Cynthia dismount- 
ing, examined the girths, altered somewhat the 
site of the saddle — everything was right ; never- 
theless, Mascotte continued her tricks as soon as 
her mistress remounted. 

It was tiresome, very. Cynthia was too hot 
and far too much fatigued to " have it out with 
the mare." So resigning herself to the situa- 
tion, she descended and led the fractious Mascotte 
on foot through the cocoanut- wood. 

They had not proceeded far when voices fell 
upon Cynthia's ear and presently a group of 
Sinhalese on her vision. As she approached, 
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bent on her, one or two of them — ^they were all men 
— waving or, as Europeans would say, *' beckon- 
ing " to her. Cynthia had been long enough " out " 
to know that everything goes by the rule of con- 
trary in the East ; beckoning is warding off. As 
she continued to advance, more emphatic became 
the signals to keep back, until a Sinhalese man, 
of apparent high caste and importance, came for- 
ward and asked in English, " Lady wanting to go 
this way? Very sorry Lady cannot go. Lady 
please go other way." 

*' Why? ''asked Cynthia. 

^'Jeewama, Lady," was the answer. 

Cynthia's heart bounded. She had heard of 
that rite called a Jeewama — a very exclusive rite 
indeed. Now was her chance. 

" What is a Jeewama ? *' she inquired in her 
most engaging of tones* 

The Sinhalese smiled, but was silent 

" I see you have fixed up some very pretty 
Tatawas (altars)." 

The Sinhalese smiled more broadly. 

** Lady think Tatawa pretty ? Lady liking to 
s^^ Jeewama perhaps — not?" 

" Certainly I should — very much. I'll secure 
the mare to this tree. Now — Take me, please, 
where I can have a good view, and — ^had you not 
better tell me first what a Jeewama is and why 
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Accordingly, as together they walked on in the 
direction of the group, Cynthia was informed 
that the meaning of the word Jeewama was to 
endow with life ; that a Jeewama can be of bene- 
volent or of malevolent purpose — in either case 
the ceremony is regarded as very serious, if indeed 
not sacred ; that the site must have been previ- 
ously charmed — as this had been three nights ago, 
and that this particular Jeewama was to be held in 
the interests of his own three years old son. 
At this age the araksa nool — a charmed thread 
with a metal cylinder attached in which is a 
mantra inscribed with a style on a dried talipot 
leaf, the araksa nool and amulet are subjected to 
the Jeewama rite in order to "endow with life,'* 
and thus protect the wearer from ill luck during 
the remainder of his temporal career. 

This Jeewama then was of beneficent purpose 
and intent Cynthia was glad of that. She did 
not altogether approve of taking part in down- 
right ^zb^/(^rt^. This was different; her conscience 
was appeased. 

The child — the hero of the occasion — ^himself 
would not be present. He was represented by a 
sketch en profile^ drawn with a style on a huge 
haburn leaf, more than life-size, for these haburn 
leaves often measure four feet in length. This 
sketch was attached to the trunk of a cocoanut 
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mal bulai tatawa. So placed was it that it caught 
the fumes of incense, gungah, resin, cinnamon^ 
saffron — spices, drugs and herbs — ^a curious com- 
pound — blown by the little breeze stirring. 

There were five altars in all, all constructed of 
bamboos, with tasteful embellishments of flowers 
and fruits and gorgeous blossoms, winding 
creepers and feathery tamarisk, while spread out 
on the broad leaf of the plantain were offerings 
{dolla) of food — curry, rice, vegetables and sweet- 
meats, gifts for the dewatawa (lower gods, who 
always come first) and €lewa (the higher gods). 
Not, however, by way of propitiation in this 
benign case, but merely courtesy, conciliation. On 
noticing that the ''lion's share" fell to the 
former, Cynthia asked, as usual, the reason why. 

" Bad god stronger, Lady : must get more." 
Wissamony, King of all the Demons, had been 
already " conciliated " — by gifts, in return for 
which wurram (permission) had been granted. 
A Mantra Karayeo (Priest and Charmer) was as 
ever to the fore within the charmed circle, which, 
Cynthia was informed, measured as many feet from 
the centre either way as there were moons in the 
child's life. Within, the ground had been duly 
consecrated with fresh well-water drawn in newly 
baked chatties and coloured with saffron and 
cinnamon alternately. This consecration having 
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dala : no heretic foot must enter. Cynthia took 
up her position on a cocoanut stump at a respectful 
distance. The ceremony itself was monotonous 
and far from interesting or exciting. Nevertheless 
" it was written on her brow," as the Oriental 
would say, that Cynthia should remain there two 
mortal hours. No demon nor god was present 
in person, only their distria^ which Cynthia 
translated into thought-projection. The whole 
rite turned on one pivot This: should the 
Mantra Karayeo (Priest) of the two thousand 
four hundred mantras he had to recite confuse, 
forget or mispronounce one word or even one 
syllable the whole ceremony is useless, worse than 
useless, for the bad demons then rush in and 
the purpose is defeated. No sooner did the dial 
mark the meridian than the Mantra Karayeo took 
his stand in front of the principal altar, a priest of 
Capuism (worship of the gods) on his right, an 
astrologer who had cast the child's horoscope on 
his left, a Buddhist priest behind. 

Presently the entire mandala (circle) was visible 
only through the mist of narcotic fumes. The 
outline of those strangely garbed dark Orien- 
tal faces seen through the clouds arising was 
weird in the extreme. The intoning of the 
mantras that had been going on for more than an 
hour with a monotonous mesmeric effect had 
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while the narcotic clouds ascended to the sunlit 
cobalt sky. Silence — for five minutes. Then — a 
crash, the sound of music — tom-toms, pipes, 
cymbals, reeds — a gun, whose reverberation 
caused the mighty ocean to resound, and — all was 
over. The purpose was achieved. Cynthia, awak- 
ing as though from a dream — a weird dream at 
that — rose, bowed to the company an acknowledg- 
ment of their courtesy and returned to find 
Mascotte, the mare, asleep. Once awake Mascotte's 
mood for tricks was over — ^perhaps it was assumed 
after all, for her mistress's instruction ! At any 
rate the mare permitted Cynthia to mount and 
ride away now, fast as she could go, to the break- 
ast awaiting both at the bungalow at DekiwaUa. 
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The Ceylonese credit-system — Cynthia's resolve — 
The tea-planter and his story. 

THE life of the tea-planter is not all nectar 
and ninepins, as he would say, in this 
Paradise of Adam. Some of the bunga- 
lows, however, are not only picturesque 
but comfortable, some indeed are luxurious. But, 
as a rule, long distances lie between, so that access 
is difficult if not impossible at times, during the 
monsoon for instance. Consequently life on many 
of the estates must be monotonous and may be lone- 
some. Then comes the fact of having to be out 
under a blazing sun for hours superintending the 
coolies at labour — men, women and children of the 
lowest caste, who live '* on the lines " as the row of 
dingy " shanties" is termed. Very dark, very plain 
of feature are these toilers on the tea estates, a 
perpetual frown engenderd by the glare under the 
blaze of the tropical sun imparting a somewhat 
forbidding look to their heavy countenances. 
Some of the Tamil women, however, are very 
handsome. Stately of figure, beautiful of feature, 
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These ladies have a way of calling themselves 
Mrs. So and So — the name may be of some well- 
known English or Scotch family — hani scit gm 
mal y pense. 

Then there is the miasma, which rises about a 
foot from the soil, and is visible like a stagnant 
mist, which, when not inhaled, contrives to get into 
one's system somehow, and malaria is the result. 
A Government surveyor up in a malarial district 
once said to Cynthia, "We rarely taste water, 
having far to send for it, and when we do, the 
skins may burst or other accident happen before 
the coolie gets back. What do we drink? 
Whisky, whisky for ever!" And herein lies 
another peril, another evil habit too common and 
too sad, alas ! to dwell upon. 

And for this parents in England are ready to 
pay premiums, which they can often ill afford, 
for their sons to learn tea-planting, deeming it a 
gentleman's avocation. So it is, when the tea 
planter does no more than pocket the proceeds. 
Cynthia had many requests from friends at home 
for information as to how to get on a good estate 
as " creeper," but after making herself acquainted 
with facts her answer was always " Don't." 

This lovely Island teems with broken-down 
gentlemen — planters mostly, some of the flourish- 
ing days of coffee, others "might have beens," 
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but for the kindness of friends might sink lower 
still. Others again form ties or associations that 
hopelessly demoralise and drag them down. 
These lose in time all touch with " home/' ay, 
and all interest in " home." The life of the tea- 
planter is all very idyllic — in the ideal, but those 
who are not so circumstanced as to become 
monopolists nor so well off that they can come 
home every three years or so, to them Ceylon 
may not prove the Paradise of Adam. After a 
while the real may prove anything but the ideal. 

The system of credit so prevalent, so universal 
is likewise reprehensible. As a rule the domiciled 
Ceylonese lives and moves and has his being — 
on credit ! 

Once when Cynthia asked a manager at one of 
the great European stores in Colombo why the 
prices were so fabulously high, his answer was, 
''Well, you see, Madam, it is such people as 

yourself and Mr. who make up for others* bad 

debts. We must charge fabulous prices, because 
it's only the few who pay at all. Even the life 
insurance policies frequently made over to us 
are mostly worthless, for the gentlemen make off 
to the Straits or Australia and are heard of no 
more. You practically pay their debts." Cynthia 
from that day made no more purchases in Colombo 
than were absolutely necessary. All the same, 
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and withal a gentleman at heart. Here is a story 
one such told Cynthia bearing on an experience 
of his own. 

The Vedana's Vengeance* 

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*'Why don't you chuck it and come up gem- 
digging with me, old man? Better than that 
humdrum grind of a Service in this Hades. Try 
it I" 

It was one of those rolling-stones one meets 
with all the world over who spoke — a handsome 
fellow of some eight-and-twenty, of good birth, 
education, brain, and heart, but lacking in stability, 
which the fact of receiving a remittance from home 
served but to accentuate. 

His friend and former college chum, now third 
or forth assistant to the Colonial Secretary in 
Ceylon, knew that, and therefore overlooked a 
little way he had of being " short." He always 
paid back, however, when flush with the remit- 
tance. 

'* Chuck it and come up country with me. 
There's fishing and shooting and big game in the 
jungle, not to mention rubies th6 size of a five- 
shilling-piece, and sapphires and cat's-eyes galore 
in the beds of these rivers. Phew ! We'll top 
the South African Park Laners yet. , Cpme on." 

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Reginald Travers was tempted — sorely tempted. 
It was a humdrum grind in the sweltering heat of 
Colombo. The clerks, country-born as a rule, 
were careless and unreliable. The out-station 
appointments, if cooler, were worse because of 
their deadly dulness. 

"I've half a mind. Jack, but — what would my 
people say ? " 

A far-away vision of a vicarage rose before his 

mind's-eye — father, mother, and a little regiment 

of olive branches of which he towered the eldest. 

•' Pah ! relations always want to put a spoke in 

a fellow's wheel. Now, there's my mater — bless 

her ! She thinks Tm wasting my time, actually 

wasting my time I Can't talk her out of it — 

write, I mean ; it's a fixed idea. Fact is she loves 

her boy; I know that She would have him 

always at her apron-strings. But my future, you 

know — my future ! " 

Travers laughed, for Jack looked quite grave. 
But a habitual twinkle soon replaced the gravity. 
**I 'old by the three *h's,' as a millionaire once 
said to me — • henergy, henterprise, and hease at 
the hend of it.' Millionaires are never your 
groove men. I quoted this in my last, acknow- 
ledging the remit. But — would you believe it "i — 
the dear old lady is still unconvinced ! " 

The conversation took place on the verandah 
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The two had had tiffin together — ^at Travers* 
expense, for Jack was '* rather short at present. ** 
His handsome face beamed with good humour, 
which goes far towards making up for other 
deficiencies in this sad world. 

Travers laughed, and next moment exclaimed : 
" Hullo ! Here's old Jimkin's wife, by all that's 
wonderful ! " 

A lady in the latest Parisian fashions came out 
on to the verandah. •* Deuced pretty girl with 
her, by George ! " Jack whispered. 

A slight twitch puckered Travers' brow, and 
off went his pith hat, which salutation both ladies 
exchanged. " One of the leaders of society here,'* 
he added sotto voce. 

" Whew!" responded Hartley. "And the girl ? 
SAe's good form." 

"Oh! sAes a lady — the General's daughter, 
Miss Tremayne. Society's mixed here." 

There was a pause as the ladies passed by. 

•• But, tell me more of your plans," resumed 
Travers. " The gem-digging game — it sounds 
exciting, and this verandah's dull when there's no 
steamer in." 

The friends settled down to talk over Jack's 
" latest," with little or no interruption. It was 
nearly four o'clock when Travers recollected there 
was an ordinance demanding his attention at the 
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clerks left Jack was leaving by the evening 
train from the Fort. 

** Good-bye, old chap ; mind it's a bargain. 
Your six weeks* leave you'll spend with me, or 
part of it. I'll hurry on the habitation. Till then 
— ^ta-ta. Take care of yourself. Don't get en- 
tangled in any double harness business ; you 
always were inclined that way. Psha! a wife 
hampers a man so. * If she be not fair for me.' — 
By Jove ! that Miss — Miss — What's-her-name 
with old Jimkin's wife, don't you know, she*s rip- 
ping! Buried among these niggers makes one 
sentimental, and sigh for the touch of a vanished 
hand and the sight of a white face still. Not 
quite correct, but near enough. Don't forget to 
write, and all my good advice. Can't mount all 
those steps. By-bye!** Thus on the steps of 
the Colonial Office they parted. 

II 

Two months had elapsed, and Reginald Travers 
found himself again with his friend up-country. 
Not a white face was within many a mile of the 
mud-and-wattle bungalow Jack had had erected 
in the jungle near one of Ceylon's beautiful rivers. 

Jack was gem-hunting. Not had much success 
as yet, but was *' in hopes." Meanwhile he lived 
on his means — the remittance from home and the 
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But Bass is a rupee a bottle and whisky eight, 
so that when Travers came up he found his friend 
"rather short" 

A week later the remittance arrived, and Jack's 
crest went up. 

** Delighted to see you, old man,** had been the 
greeting. ** Same to you, Jack," and both were 
genuine as men only can be. 

What with shooting, fishing, and hunting the 
days passed pleasandy enough. Jack was pro- 
ficient on the banjo, too, and sang coon songs in 
the moonlight to the chattering of monkeys, 
shrieking of parrots and peacocks, snarling of 
jackals, ferocious maul-wowing of wild cats, and 
occasional trumpeting of elephants. Stretched 
outside on their loungers, with their revolvers at 
hand, there was fascination in the very fact of the 
proximity of peYil. Oh, the charm of a tropical 
night in the jungle ! Travers gave himself up to 
it for the first week. 

" I say, Jack, what about the gems ? " he asked 
one day. 

"Oh, they're all right, awaiting our leisure. 
There's a curious old temple I thought we'd go 
to see to-morrow. Our tats will carry us in the 
cool of the morn. Some fifteen miles, but it s 
worth seeing. You have a passion for antiquities 
— or used to have. But, like most Europeans out 
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Travers confessed he had not " Thought so, 
therefore I held the expedition in reserve for you, 
old man. Europeans come and go and know no 
more of these places than if they'd never been. 
Right you are ; we'll fix it for the morn." And 
they did. 

Riding at dawn is delightful in Ceylon, the air 
is so fresh, being uncontaminated as yet by the 
breath of humanity. 

When within a mile of their destination Jack 
suddenly exclaimed : *' Hullo ! there's the chap 
I chucked off my verandah the other day ! — the 
Vedana (or headman). He came skulking round 
and cringing until I couldn't stand it any longer. 
Off he went, towel and umbrella ! Didn't know 
he hung out here." 

A Sinhalese, fresh from his morning bath, with 
long, flowing hair, surmounted by the comb which 
distinguishes the Vellala caste, greeted them 
with an obsequious salaam. At the same time a 
lurid light latent in every native's eye gleamed 
for an instant when it lit on Hartley. 

** Is the Mahatmaya going to the temple "i " he 
asked, addressing Travers. 

" We are," was the reply. 

"Then, if the Mahatmaya will permit, the 
Vedana will show the way." 

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in the Government service, knew the meaning of 
that word policy. 

" Very good — ^lead on, Macduff," said he. 

At the foot of some three hundred amd seventy 
steps cut in the rock they drew rein. On the 
summit stood the ancient temple, erstwhile 
Hindu, now Buddhist, or, to be exact, a combina- 
tion of the two. The steps were irreg^ular and 
shallow, and now that the sun was well up it was 
hard climbing. They heaved a sigh of relief 
when they reached the top. 

A couple of black eyes belonging to a yellow- 
robed monk had been watching the ascent behind 
2i grille in the PinscUa. The Vedana undertook 
to make the request to see over the temple, and 
soon returned with the monk in charge, followed 
by an attendant acolyte with the keys. 

In spite of dust and dirt — the accumulation of 
centuries — the frescoes beneath retain their 
wonderful colouring. Scenes from the Ramana- 
yana and other sacred epics are, with the later 
Buddhist hells, graphically depicted, while all 
sorts of weird and grotesque faces and figures 
look out from cobwebs and irrepressible vegeta- 
tion in the friezes and gargoyles. 

The first chamber contains the throned dais 
where the High Priest Sumungala officiates once 
a year, and in niches are hung images of the 
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altars, quaint and artistic, filled with floral offer- 
ings and surmounted by lamps of smouldering j 
incense and powdered resin and sandal, charge I 
the heavy torrid atmosphere with suffocating and j 
narcotic properties. The shrine, however,^ is 
three chambers removed, and approached by a j 
formidable door with triple locks. The walls are 
lined alternately with ivory, silver, and gold en 
repaussi, each panel being a foot in width. 

As the party entered the little light coming in 
through the shuttered ^yi/&' fell on an image on a 

central altar, directly upon the blood-red gems of 

a necklace and obliquely upon an immense cat's- 

eye on the brow, which latter reflected the rays in j 

long streams of effulgence that followed the eye 

turn which way it would. The monk unbarred 

the shutter, and gradually the sanctuary, with its 

gold and silver images, came into distinct view. | 

Hundreds of tarantula spiders, running, jumping, 

ran helter-skelter, in dread terror at being dis- 
turbed. 

No sooner was the grille uncovered than a 

crow came " quark-quarking,'' and, forcing itself 

between the bars, in its blindness in coming from 

the glaring sunlight going bang against Jack's eye. 

He struck out at the bird with his riding-whip. 

** Brute ! " he exclaimed. ** Nearly knocked my 

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the images — ^images of massive gold, studded 
with priceless gems, notably the Buddha with 
the necklace of rubies and the cat's-eye on 
the brow. 

" By George ! ** said Jack aside to Travers. 
** Now's our time, old man ! And — wJkat a saving 
of labour ! Only a little legerdemain's required 
and our Park Lane mansion's secured ! " 

Travers laughed, then more seriously said, 
** What an amount of good might not that string 
of rubies alone do to a host of poor, starving 
wretches during a famine, say, out here— eh ? " 

''Will the Mahatmaya look at this?" spoke 
the Vedana, turning from the monk to whom he 
acted as interpreter. This was a life-size figure 
of the Goddess Kali, with the scarlet tongue and 
emerald eyes, side by side in a glass case with 
Pattint, wearing armlets of gold and a tali bedi- 
zened with jewels, her ruby eyes looking obliquely 
on all around with a hideous effect. No demons 
or evil deities in Hindu mythology can compare 
in wickedness with the '' eternal feminine." 

'' Shouldn't care to encounter these ladies," said 
Jack. ** Let's get out of this or we'll have night- 
mares for a month. Whew! What's that.^" 
There was a sudden noise. 

''Only the crow. He's out, though I didn't 
see him go." 

" Good luck to him. We'll be off too.'* 
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Meanwhile a brisk duologue was going on 
between the monk and the Vedana. 

" Tell that chap to shut up and show the way 
out, Travers." But, instead, monk, acolyte, and 
Vedana were gathered round the central altar. 

**The ruby necklace, Mahattnaya,'' said the 
latter. 

'* Well, what about it?" asked Travers. 

" Gone ! " said the Vedana. 

" Gone I *' echoed the Englishmen — -gone ! " 

'* By the powers, yes — Gone I " 

Each looked at the other. 

Here was the image, but the necklace — where ? 
Jack struck a match and searched about. A hurri- 
cane lamp was fetched from the Pansala by the 
acolyte. Not there. The ruby necklace was 
gone. 

Who had taken it ? 

This thought was uppermost in the mind of 
each. The Vedana remembered overhearing 
what Jack had said in an undertone to his friend 
— a native never forgets; Travers remembered 
too. But no ! Jack was incapable of thai. He 
speedily banished the idea. Nevertheless the 
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One morning while taking their ckota hazira on 
the verandah a missive was delivered into the 
hands of Jack Hartley. On opening he found it 
to be a summons to appear in the Police Court, 
Colombo, to answer a charge laid against him of 
the theft of a ruby necklace from the sacred image 
in the shrine of the temple at Narawella. Jack 
first opened his eyes, then his mouth, and laughed 
uproariously as he handed it to Travers. 

"Just like the Sinhalese; they're litigation 
mad ! Ever on the look-out to ' take a case,' as 
they put it." 

" But this is too much," Travers replied. 

" A joke, my dear fellow — a joke, a break in 
the monotony of — ^ahem ! — gem-digging/* returned 
Jack, going on eating his appas. " Stay, here's 
something else. Why, it's another lot you. * As 
aider and abetter in the act ! ' By — ^the Goddess 
Kali, scarlet tongue and all I Ha, ha, ha ! " 

Nevertheless Travers did not appreciate the 
joke as his friend did. He thought of his post 
under Government, thought, also, of a pair of 
sweet eyes associated with the bilUt he had re- 
ceived but yesterday, and which had reposed under 
his pillow all night — thought, and knit his brows. 

'' Confounded nuisance I " he muttered, biting 
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'' Not a bit of it, man ; an excellent excuse for a 
holiday. Gem-digging palls — after a time. When 
are we to show up — the 26th ? We'll make a week 
of it at the G.O.H,, and add another to the list of 
one's experiences in the East. 

• • • • • 

The 26th found them both in the Police Court, 
Colombo, unrepresented by ** proctors," as solici- 
tors are called there ; the affair was too absurdly 
trivial, as Jack maintained. 

Travers was not so confident, and was wearing 
a somewhat anxious face. '' Buck up, old man ; 
best joke I've known since I set foot in this 
Garden of Eden," whispered Jack as the Vedana 
entered the witness-box. 

They were both unprepared for this witness 
repeating what it seemed he had overheard 
Hartley say to his friend concerning the ruby 
necklace whilst inspecting it in the temple. 

*' The mean hound ! " muttered Jack, while 
Travers's countenance from amazement soon re- 
lapsed into real gravity. 

" These gentlemen were gem-digging } " ques- 
tioned the magistrate. 

The witness smiled. " No, sir." 

" But that was their object in being there .^" 

" They said so, sir." 

" But Mr. Hartley } He had been at it some 
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'' No, sir ; " and that smile, if inscrutable, was 
pregnant with deep meaning. 

" Then you mean to aver that nothing in the way 
of gem-digging had been done or even begun ? " 

*' Nothing " 

The monk and the acolyte confirmed the fact of 
Hartley's handling the necklace last and speaking 
in a low tone to the other gentleman, while a crowd 
of witnesses standing in the body of the court were 
ready to support the " ostensible " gem-digging. 

The magistrate looked perplexed, and seemed 
relieved to dispense with the matter by stating the 
case was beyond his jurisdiction — a, case for the 
Judicial Court, in fact. 

This was not a satisfactory termination by any 
means. Even Jack's joviality received a shock. 

Once he caught the Fedanas deep, unfathomable 
eye, and the pale smile on that placid countenance 
exasperated him beyond endurance. **I could 
shoot that rascal I " he muttered. " As for this 
crowd of witnesses, I never set eyes on one half 
of them before — scoundrels and liars all of them ! " 

Travers was staggered — ^bewildered! An 
accomplice to a thief ! God ! Was anything 
more bizarre ? Surely the judge would see the 
grotesqueness of it ! Surely 

But this was not England — ^this was Ceylon ; 
an enormous gulf lay between ! And the jury ! 
Travers was not reckoning on that. And his 
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Tremayne, and the austere General, ker father ; 
surely — surely they would see the utter ridiculous- 
ness of it ! Nevertheless it was — awkward 

He had proposed being in Nuraliya for the 
Gymkhana^ and now might be detained or sum- 
moned back to Colombo over the absurd business. 
'^ Confoundedly annoying, to say the least of it, 
Jack." 

'' Buck up, old chap. And now for mulliga- 
tawny, prawn curry, Bombay ducks, papadas, and 
chutney, a votive offering to the God Digesto. 
Boy ! " — to a native waiter — " whisky and so-da I " 

Hartley did not go back. He had had enough 
of gem-digging for a time, he said, but remained 
at the G.O.H. in wait for his remittance, getting 
both board and lodging on credit in the orthodox 
way out there in Ceylon. Travers went up to 
Nuraliya ; Mamie Tremayne was there. 

The day appointed found them both at the 
District Court however, on the grave indictment 
of having committed theft at the Narawella 
Temple. Much the same evidence was gone 
through again — ^the Englishmen being represented 
by counsel this time — only that the crowd sub- 
poenaed to prove that no gem-digging had ever 
been attempted was made up of different person- 
alities, a mere detail in Ceylonese litigation. 

All the accused could say in reply was that they 
knew not what had become of the ruby necklace. 
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been handled by both, Hartley last, who on oath 
declared he had "put the thing back.*' Then 
their attention had been given to other things, 
and on returning some one — the Vedana — had 
remarked the necklace was gone ! Yes, certainly 
Hartley had spoken thus about it to his friend, but 
in joke. Travers testified to his comrade^s habit 
of speaking heedlessly in joke. Everybody 
acquainted with Jack Hartley knew that way of 
his ; it was his nature. Had he never been known 
to put such careless observations into action ? 
Most decidedly not ! 

The Vedana, recalled, dwelt on the low mys- 
terious tone of the accused's voice when making 
those remarks, " Now's our time,** &c., &c., a 
mere whisper for his frend's ear alone. Did the 
witness actually see the suggestion put into 
practice? The Vedana smiled that inscrutable 
but significant smile of his, whereupon counsel for 
the defendant got up and protested against this 
witness's evidence as prejudiced, seeing that he 
cherished ill-feeling towards the accused on 
account of 

But the judge objecting, the sentence was left 
unfinished. That question was put again. Did 
the Vedana actually see the accused's suggestion 
put into practice } The witness wriggled about, 
smiled, then that latent lurid light gleaming in his 
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top of his voice, " That man's a rascal, a scoun- 
drel, a liar ! " At a sign from the judge order was 
speedily restored. 

Travers's counsel, in defence, stated, how it came 
about his client was there, acknowledging at the 
same time that up till then no effort in the way 
of gem-digging had been made ; as a matter of 
fact, his client regarded it more as a holiday, as his 
friend — well, his friend was not given to taking 
things seriously. 

The two counsel were well matched, both able 
and eloquent, the one Sinhalese, the other 
Burgher, as the Dutch descendants are called. 
The jury, made up of mixed blood, if partial, 
maintained stolid countenances until the court rose. 
After a brief discussion the case was adjourned for 
that day week. 

During those seven days Travers endured a 
martyrdom. H is was a thin skin, and he imagined 
slights if they did not actually exist. When they 
met on Galle Face Drive he thought Mamie 
Tremayne's bow a little stiff. His chiefs eye 
never met his. Was it purposely done ? It 
seemed the buzz of conversation at the club abated 
on his entrance. 

Even Jack's society jarred upon him. Jack was 
so cocksure of the game being exploded. But 
Travers had been the longer of the two in Ceylon. 
And this Vedana / Jack had ordered him off the 
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something of the sort. Vengeance! Was not 
that the interpretation of that strange light which 
comes at times into the native's eyes? He 
(Travers) could read the whole, clear as noon-day 
But the law 

The day at length dawned. Travers had 
worked himself up to a pitch of feverish anxiety, 
Hartley of wrath. 

What would the issue be ? Would he (Travers) 
be requested to " send in his papers " ? What if 
his career be terminated — thus ! his life blighted, 
his hopes crushed, his future 

Justice ? In England now 

" Come on, old chap, the buggy *s waiting. Til 
thrash that rascal within an inch of his life yet, or 
perish in the attempt. Wait till I get my remit- 
tance ! " It was Jack en route to the District 
Court Once there the judge was soon to arrive, 
looking unusually grave. 

On the court resuming, the entire morning was 
devoted to the defence. Nevertheless, notwith- 
standing the eloquent speech of counsel, the case 
looked black against the accused Englishmen. 
Tiffin time came and went. Counsel continued 
his address, but had not proceeded far when 
a note was handed to the judge — a telegram 
bearing an up-country post-mark. His lordship, 
opening, perused, just a shadow of a twinkle com- 
ing into his blue eyes as he read and read again. 
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after which, clearing his throat and with an 
apology to the advocate, he spoke slowly. 

'* Crow with ruby necklace round throat alighted 
on verandah. Shot crow ; secured necklace. 

A buzz went through the court. 

" Now, I wish myself to put a question. Did 
any one see a crow in the shrine that day ? " 

"Yes, yes," from Travers and Hartley in a 
breath. *' Here's the mark of its beak when it 
nearly pecked my eye out. You remember, 
Travers ? " Travers dtd remember. So did the 
monk, likewise the acolyte, and lastly the Vedana 
thought he remembered also. 

" Then the charge is cancelled. The case is 
dismissed. TAe craw was the culprit The neck- 
lace shall be restored." 

No ovation did the acquitted then receive, for 
their compatriots were conspicuous by their 
absence. Alas ! for the majority of humanity. 
But later, when the news had spread like fired 
gunpowder, Travers and Hartley found them- 
selves besieged with sympathisers. 

" My heartfelt congratulations, Travers ! " The 
General was the speaker. Mamie, standing by 
his side, looked her gladness and her womanly 
sympathy. As a matter of fact, Travers in this suit 
progressed by leaps and bounds, for there is no 
surer road to a true woman's heart than to excite 
her compassion. 

" That awful Vedana I " she exclaimed* " And 
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what a dear, sensible old crow to bring it back 
and make it all square ! Oh, I — I " — and a 
suspicion of tears came into her pretty eyes. She 
turned away. 

"I was only going to say I wish Mr. McDougall 
hadn't shot it I should have liked to keep it as 
a pet." 

Travers went that evening and gave an order 
for a crow fashioned in gold, with ruby eyes, and 
necklet, to be made as speedily as possible: This 
he sent to her next week, with a request that she 
should wear it '' as a charm — for his sake." Then 
when he saw her next, the first thing he saw was 
— the crow ! 

" It s a case, Travers. That's plain as a pike- 
staff," commented Jack. *' Tm not going to eat 
the gooseberry pie, old man, and gem-digging's 
played out; I'm off. Where I Why, to Africa and 
the gold-fields. I'll entertain Mr. and Mrs. 
Reginald Travers — ahem ! His Excellency, per- 
haps, by then — in my Park Lane mansion yet I 
I wish that remittance would come ! I'm rather 
short at present. Ah, thanks awfully, old man, 
and many happy returns — I mean, best congrat- 
ulations. Heigho! It's a hard life, this gem- 
digging, gold-hunting business. I've half a mind 
to chuck the whole game and settle down. Boy, 
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CHAPTER XXXIII 

The " little tin gods of Ceylon "—The change at 
Aden with the cummerbund — Blue blood and brains, 
and " stars " that set— Will East and West blend ?— 
What Cynthia's severe experience taught her — Where 
was the bird of Paradise? and Betsy? — The 
curious reply : It's a " custom of the country." 

CYNTHIA cannot bring these remini- 
scences to a close without mention of the 
Civil Servantsof Ceylon — those ''little tin 
gods/' as Kipling aptly designated them. 
The Civil Servants are the "blue blood'* of 
Ceylon — ^particularly in their own estimation. 
They take precedence both of the naval and the 
military. 

One becomes conscious of this fact immediately 
upon leaving Aden on the voyage out, for there 
are sure to be some of the " blood " on board. 

"What's the matter with the men.^" asked 
Cynthia of the captain in whose care she first 
went "out" The captain smiled ''Look at 
them !" she added, waving her hand in the direc- 
tion of two or three couples swaggering along the 
deck in what, to her unsophisticated mind, was a 
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" What are they walking like that for ? And 
listen! What a drawl! They weren't always 
like that. What's the meaning of it ? " 

The captain laughed right out. Cynthia sat 
at his right hand at table — in spite of the other 
ladies petitioning for a change of seats on leaving 
Port Said. The captain was often amused at 
her naif remarks and pertinent (perhaps Mrs. 
Colonial Grundy would say e»fpertinent) com- 
ments. He was now. 

" This, I see, is your first introduction to the 
Anglo-Ceylonese in the East. With the cummer- 
bund and white dress jacket he blossoms forth 
on leaving Aden. There he goes — swagger, 
drawl and all," was the Captain's reply. 

** Good Hea-vtxis ! " said Cynthia — no more. 

But she thought — ^a chapter ! 

That there are brains among the Civil Servants 
of Ceylon is, however, an incontrovertible fact — 
even among the cadets. 

These rise and in some instances distinguish 
themselves in more ways than one. For ex- 
ample, the gentleman who, to gratify the intellec- 
tual taste of a certain Governor of the Island pro 
tern. — who had an earnest desire as well as a 
human sympathy with, an earnest intellectual as 
well as a humane desire then — ^to behold a 
descendant of the deposed King of Kandy, 
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caste but good-looking Tamil tea-plucker to play 
the part So well was the part played that His 
Excellency unsuspecting manifested great interest 
in the " Princess," descendant of a royal but ill- 
starred house, and the whole occasion — sl very 
festive one — ^passed off with eclai. 

Alas and alas! The ingenious device of the 
Civil Servant was found out. Herein lay the 
mischief. His papers were requested to be sent 
in. And so the Civil Service lost a star. Other 
stars likewise have risen to set prematurely ; for 
instance, a Servant of the Government who, de- 
siring to take unto himself a second wife while 
yet his first wife lived, undivorced, sought the 
novel expedient of exchanging the religion of his 
forefathers and compatriots for that of Mohammed. 
By so doing his desire was gratified — legalised — 
in a way. The idea spread. Like a flash of 
lightning it brought inspiration to other masculine 
minds. 

The Government, fearing a wholesale flight 
to Moslemism, requested the originator of this 
brilliant idea to *' send in his papers.*' 

Another " star " in Ceylon's Civil Service had 
set. And yet the Service survives and flourishes, 
fresh blood always coming in ; red blood, ** black " 
blood and mixed ; all, however, considering itself 
"blue" in this First Crown Colony! Its rami- 
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perhaps, and of most practical human value being 

the medical organisation. 

Hospitals there are in all parts of Ceylon ably 

presided over by qualified medical men, all under 

the direction of a Principal Civil Medical Official, 

the present officer being deservedly one of the 

most honoured men in the Island. 

The military are the military all the world 

over — ^for chivalry incomparable. But to sum 

up. 

East is East and West is West, 
And never the two will blend, 

as Kipling says. This is true. Cynthia, hu- 
manitarian to her finger-tips, tried it. But no! 
the Oriental and the Occidental may meet, but 
never mingle. Their minds view things from 
different angles. To the European, the Oriental 
way is the way of topsy-turvydom ; probably 
ours is to them. Nevertheless the magnetism 
of the East is subtle and strong, narcotic one 
might say ; for does it not numb some faculties 
while it evokes and excites others .^ If one needs 
a bath of Lethe one should go to the East. If 
one is desirous of developing certain psychical 
faculties dormant in the workaday West one 
should — go to the East Other moods, other 
capacities, faculties, potentialities are awakened 
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into the condition of inertia, physical and mental, 
as so many, perhaps fftosi Europeans, out in 
Ceylon do — especially women. 

Now Cynthia always endeavours to carry out 
that trite old saying, ** When in Rome do as the 
Romans do." One need not be so literal as 
to eat with one's hands. But to adapt oneself 
is prudent — or to try to. At all times and 
above all things not to carry one's hard and 
fast habits and customs and dogmatise to 
those who all the while are scarcely in 
doubt of one's sanity. This, many Europeans do. 
Missionaries may preach ; everything remains 
as it was — below the surface — ^and some time 
or other the best "converted" will fall back to 
his own flesh and blood, for blood is thicker than 
water, heredity more potent than preaching. 

On the other hand — for are there not always 
two sides to a question? — Oriental philosophy 
(not religion) is pure, unselfish, sublime — ^subli- 
mated agnosticism, one might say. Futhcrmore, 
every Oriental is a born philosopher. He has 
a moral axiom to meet every emergency and is 
never nonplussed. Talleyrand might have learnt 
much from the Oriental, for his axioms always 
tend in the right direction, that is selfward, and 
emanate likewise from his own personal point of 
view. A study, an intensely interesting study, is 
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sunlit scenery, of the physically enervating yet 
thought-inspiring clime. He meditates asquat 
on his heels for hours, his eyes gazing far away, 
into infinity apparently. The European looking 
on thinks him stupid, bovine. Is he? All the 
while thoughts are animating his subtle mind, a 
reservoir too deep for the average European to 
fathom, with all his '' cram." But the European 
of reflective tendency is speedily caught in the 
mental magnetism of the East And then comes 
the fascination. Then, inner eyes seem to open, 
hidden faculties awaken, psychical senses unfold, 
and another life — a life within this life — is dis- 
covered or revealed. Many Europeans experi- 
ence this in its initial stage in a greater or a 
lesser degree. If the former, they can never 
forget it — mver shake it off. If their temperament 
be aesthetic, it comes to them as food-light-air 
does to their material requirements, only that, 
being more subtile-ethereal, it possesses greater 
charm, greater fascination than any more sub- 
stantial sustenance. Herein lies the true ** fascina- 
tion of the East." 

Even those who live what may be termed the 
ordinary, if not vulgar life out in Ceylon, in the 
midst of the pretentiousness there runs a /ugue 
throughout the "loud pedal" music of their 
existence, ^ fugue the most sensuous and least 
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be possessed of the higher sensibility to compre- 
hend. To those others, who, alas! are in the 
minority in this up-to-date mushroom age, the 
Orient is a world of dreams, Ceylon a Paradise, 
a Paradise not of Adam only, a Paradise of Eve 
it might be, were the law respecting woman 
altered. 

Cynthia, seated as usual on the verandah, her 
companion Punch, alas ! no longer by her side, 
was thinking all this over in her mind. 

She had been "out" now seven years — ^a 
period in which, 'tis said, every atom and molecule 
has changed. Had Cynthia changed? Physi- 
cally perhaps, but in heart not, although her mind 
had grown, expanded, so that she could grasp 
many a complex thing that her understanding 
had stumbled against erstwhile. The sunlit scene 
was just as beautiful before and around her as on 
that day of her advent seven years ago. 

But — "Where was the Bird of Paradise? — 
and Betsy ? " she asked herself. Had it all been 
a dream ? Had she not till now awakened from 
that drowsy slumber that had overcome her on 
the verandah that first afternoon of her arrival 
in Ceylon? It seemed so. Looking back, the 
whole seven years appeared nothing more than a 
dream — 3l beautiful dream in part — ^an idyl — with 
touches of comedy, ay, and tragedy too. In re- 
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''Where is the Bird of Paradise— now? ' 
Cynthia asked herself again. 

The only response was the •* quark-quarrk" 
of the crows. Save for the crows Cynthia was 
alone. But nol a voice presently fell on her 
hearing : 

*' Lady, carriage come take Lady 'way.** Cynthia 
arose, took one last look around the bungalow, 
then stepped out and into the gharty which was 
to convey her to the Colombo landing-sta^, 
whence a boat would carry her and her luggage 
to the P. andO. steamer en route to Old England 

No sooner had she taken her seat in xh& gharry 
than a litde forest of bare brown arms encom- 
passed her and a chorus of voices exclaimed : 

•• Santosum I Lady, Santosum / *' 

Cynthia threw them coins — " a custom of the 
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IGNAZ PADEREWSKI. By E. A. BAvanAN. 

RICHARD STRAUSS. By A. Kauscb. 
CLAUDE DE BUSSY. By Fbans Libbeoi. 

STARS OF THE STAGE 

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ELLBN TERRY. By CnaisroraBa St. John. 
HERBERT BEBRBOHM TREE. By Mas. Gborgs Cbam. 
W. S. GILBERT. By EDrrn A. Bhownb. 
CHAS. WYNDHAM. By Flobbncb TsiGNMoirrH Srobi, 
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WO%KS UPON S^APOLEON 
NAPOLEONdT-THE INVASION OF ENGLAND : 

The Story of the Great Terror, 1797-1805. By H. F, B. 
Wheelbr and A. M. Broadley. With upwards of 100 Full- 
page Illustrations reproduced from Contemporary Portraits, Prints, 
etc. ; eight in Colour. Two Volumes. 32/. net. 

%* Hitktrto no hook dtatingtxkoMttiotly with Ntt^UofiscoIosuUpUuu f»r invading 
tht United Kingdom, mmd our own strenuous metuures to resist Mis comiugt has appenrod 
in the English language. This worh^ which has been in preparation/or seDenU years, is 
a careful stutfy of this neglected phase of Napoleonic history. It not only deals with the 
sniliteuy and naval prepetrations made by both nations^ out with the more picturesque 
eide ^ thoir campaign. While Napoleon was riding along the sands of Boulegne 
encouraging the shipbuilders and organixing the Army of EngUnd— which was to conquer 
ha{f Europe as the Grand Army— Pitt was drilling Volunteers at Walmer Cattle , Pox 
was exercttinr as a private in the Chtrtsojf VolunteerSy and the peace-loving Addington 
appeared in the House of^ Commons in mUitary uniform. The churches were stored with 
arms, and two hours* drilling was undergone every Sunday, to say nothing of week-days. 
Neoer before or since has the pencil ^ the cartoonist played so important a part in the 
formation of public opinion. Patriotism on paper was rampant. From X798 tUl 1805, 
when Tra/aMr lifted the war<loud which Aung over the Kingdom, pen and press were 
turning out history in pictures by hundreds, as well as popular son^s. Caricatures, 
squibs, and broadsides against Napoleon and the threaten^ imueuton did much to 
encourage thejbopulation to prepare to resist the legions of France, The facile pencils qf 
Gillray, the Cruikshanks, Ansell, Rewlandson, West, Woodward, and a score qf lesser 
lights, were neoer idle, htemy unique cartoons and other illustrations appear in these 
volumes, which also include important letters, never before published, of George III, the 
Duke of Buckingham, Lord Brougham, Dectes, Richard Cumberland, Thomas Order 
Powleti, Mrs, Pioeai, a$ul otker celebrities, 

THE FALL OF NAPOLEON. By Oscar 

Browning, M.A., Author of ^^ The Boyhood and Youth of Napoleon." 
With numerous Full-page Illustrations. Demy 8vo (9 x 5} mches). 
lis. 6d. net. 

%* Tke story of the fall of Napoleon has never been adequately written for RngUsh 
readers, and great misconception still exists in this country even with regard to the most 
material facts. The present volume attempts to supply tnis omission, and makes use of 
the copious recent literature on this portion efNapoleoits life, which adds so largely to our 
knowledge of the subject. The narrative begins with Napoleon's return to Paru after the 
Russian disaster. It gives a complete account qf the campaigns of 18x3 and x8x4, based 
very Uujpely upon personal knowledge of tke battlefields. Tke events connected with the 
abdication at Fontainebleau are carefullr descrioed. The life in Elba is painted, a$ul 
the marvellous march to Paris deeUt with in detail. In treating of the Hundred Dave 
the attitude of the English Government has received much attention, and the Waterloo 
campaign has been dealt with /rom the point of view of the best and most recent authori- 
ties. The book concludes with a minute account of Napoleon's surrender at Aix, which 
htu never bqfore been prope^^ presented in an EngUsh dress, a$ul leaves Napoleon on board 
the ** Northumberland,'^ The book will form a companion volume to " The Boyhood and 
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THE BOYHOOD iSf YOUTH OF NAPOLEON, 

1 769- 1 793. Some Chapter! on the early life of BcHiapaite. 
By OscAE Browning^ m./u With aumeroos lUostratioos, Por* 
traitSy etc. Crown 8to. 5/. net. 

Dmify Ntmt,^** Mr. Browning has with psdcnce, hboor, cazefal atodyt and excellent taafes 
cim OS a vcnp valnablc work^ which will add matenally to the btemtue oo this aaoat 
HMciiiatinff of bnmaa pcnonalities>' 

#r^— ". . . Mr. Browninc has examined all the aTailaMeMmces of 
I carefollT weighed his hiaiorical eridenoe. His discriminating txeati 
in a book that is . . . cos that arraats attantioo by the ooovictjoa iu 



LiUrm^W0rUL'~*^, . 

tioo and carefollT weighed his hiaiorical eridenoe. His discriminating txeatnent 1 
fesalted in a book Uiat is . . . one that arraats attantioo by the oonvictjoa iu raasoned 
coodnsioBs canry. * 

IK«rUl— ''The story of Napoleoo's childhood coohi not have had an ahkr or boor sympA- 
thtdc aanaior tnan the author of this vary ftadnating work.** 

THE DUKE OF REICHSTADT(NAPOLEON 11.) 

By Edward ds WsaTMiiMEa. Transbted from the German. 
With numerous lUuttrationa. Demy 8vo. 21/. net. (Second 
Edition.) 

7%M«r.~" A most caraAil and interssting work which jiresents the first complete and 
aathoriiative acooant of tht life of this vnlbrtnnatc Pnnoa.** 

Wutmituttr Gmatttt.^** Thb book, admiiably produced, reinforced by many additiooal 
portraiu, U a solid contribntioo to history and a monument of patient, well-applied 



PubHe Opinion,-'" No student of Napoleon's life can afford to miis this book, which telb 
the story of hU son, who was variously known ai King of Rome, the Duke of Parma, 
Napoleon II, and the Duke of Reichstadt. . . . The story of his hfe is admiiably told." 

JSmImmm.— " Thb is the firtt authoritative book on the subject of the Duke of Reichstadt 
(Napdeoii II) and bis short, dramatic life. The present biography is fiill of fresh 
Interest, and is eacepiionally valuable owing to tne numerous portraits which are 



NAPOLEON'S CONQUEST OF PRUSSIA, 1806. 

By F. LoRAiNE Petre, Author of '^Napoleon's Campaign in 
Poland, 1806-7." With an Introduction by Field-Marshal 
Earl Roberts, V.C^ SLG., etc. With Maps, Battle Plans, 
Portraits, and i6 Full-page lUustrations. Dony 8vo (9 x 5} 
inches). 12/. 6^. net* 

S€^immm.'-** Neither too concise, nor too dilluse, the book is eminently readable. It is the 
best work in English on a somewhat circumsoibed subject.** 

Omil^k.—** Mr. Petre has visited the battlefields and read ererything, and his monograph is 
a model of what military history, handled with enthusiasm and litenuy ability, can bUi'* 

NAPOLEON'S CAMPAIGN IN POLAND, 1806- 

1 807. A Military History of Napoleon's First War with Russia, 
verified from unpublished official documents. By F. Lor awe 
Petre. With 16 Full-page Illustrations, Maps, and Plans. New 
Edition. Demy 8yo (9 x 5I inches). 12/. 6 J* net. 

Arwtv mmd Ntmy CkrtnicU.^**'^^ welcome a second edition of this valuable woric . . . 
Mr. Lorainc Petre is an authority on the wars of the great Napoleon, and has broai^t 
the greatest care and energy into his studies of the subject.*' 



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MEMOIRS, BIOGRAPHIES, Etc. 5 
RALPH HEATHCOTE. Letters of a Diplomatist 

During the Time of Napoleon, Givbg an Account of the Dispute 
between the Emperor and the. Elector of Hesse. By Countbss 
GuNTHER Groben. With Numerous Illustrations. Demy 8vo 
(9x5! mches). 12s. 6d. net. 

*«* Raipk Heaikcote^ the son of an Englitk /other and an Alsatian mothtr^ weu/sr 
sowu time in the English diplomatie service as first secretary to Mr. Brooh Taylor ^ misUsier 
at the Court of Hesu^ and on one occasion found hiMue(fvery near to mahing history. 
Napoleon became persuaded that Taylor vmu implicated in a plot to procure his assassina- 
tioHf and insisted on his dismissal /rom the Hessian Court. As Taylor re/used to be 
dismissed^ the inciHent at one time seemed likely to result to the Elector in the loss of his 
throne. Heatkcote came into contact with a number ofnote^Upeople^ including the Miss 
BerrySf with whom he assures his mother he is not in low. On tfu whole^ there is much 
interesting material for lovers of old Utters emd journals. 

MEMOIRS OF THE COUNT DE CARTRIE. 

A record of the extraordinary events in the life of a French 
Royalist during the war in La Vendee, and of his flight to South- 
ampton, where he followed the humble occupation of gardener. 
With an introduction by Fr^d^ric Masson, Appendices and Notes 
by Pierre Am^di^e Pichot, and other hands, and numerous lUustra- 
ttons, including a Photogravure Portrait of the Author. Demy 8vo. 
iz/. 6d. net. 

Daily News.-^** We lutve leldom met with • human document which has interested as so 

mncli." 
Dundee Advertiser,^** Tht Identification and pnblication of the Memoirs of Count de 

Caitrie are due to as smart a piece of literary detective work as has been reported for 

many years." 
Liverpool Courier,— "Mr. Lane and his French coadjutors are entitled to the utmost 

credit for the pains wliich they hare taken to reconstruct and publish in such complete 

form the recollections of an eyewitness of important events concerning which even now 

no little dubiety exists." 
Athenaum. — " As a record of personal suffering and indomitable perseverance a^nst 

rosing circumstances the narrative of De Cartrie's escape to the Eastern firontter, in 
disguise of a master-gunner, could not easily be surpassed." 
World.— "Tht book is very entertaming, and will be read with pleasure by all who delight 
in the byways of history." 

WOMEN OF THE SECOND EMPIRE. 

Chronicles of the Court of Napoleon III. By Fr^d^ric Loli^e. 
With an introduction by Richard WHiTsmc and 53 full-page 
Illustrations, 3 m Photogravure. Demy 8vo. 21/. net. 

standard.— "U, FrM^c Loli^c has written a remarkable book, vivid and pitiless in its 
description of the intrigue and dare-devil spirit which flourished unchecked at the French 
Court. . . . Mr. Richard Whiteing's introduction is written with restraint and dignity." 

Mr. Jambs Douglas in the Star. — '\^t a moment when most novels send you to sleep, let 
me whisper the name uim. book which will amuse you in most melancholy mood. One 
of the freshest, gayest, and wittiest volumes of gossip and anecdote I have ever read." 

Sunday Times. — " A^ delicious banquet of scandal, contnbati<Nis to which have been secured 
by the artful device of persuading ladies not so much to make their own confessions as 
to talk about their firiends. . . . The illustrations present us with a veritable galaxy 
of beauty." 

Daily Telegraph.-" It is a really fsscinating story, or series of stories, set forth in this 
volume. . . . Here are anecdotes innumerable of the brilliant women of the Second Em- 
pire, so that in reading the book we are not only daszled by the beauty and gorgeousness 
of everything, but we are entertained by the record of things said and done, and through 
all we are conscious of the coming 'gloom and doom' so soon to overtake the Court. 
Few novels possess the fiucinatioo of thu spirited work, and man^ readers will hope that 
the author will carry out his proposal of giving us a further series of memories of the 
'Women of the Second Empire.*'^ 



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MEMOIRS OF MADEMOISELLE DES 

£CHEROLLES. Translated from the French by Maris 
Clothilds Balfour. With an Introduction by G. K. Fortescue, 
PortrattSi etc. 5/. net. 

Umrf—l Mtrtmry,—", . . this abiorbiac book. . . . The work hn i 
hMorical valM. Tbt tiaaaladon u OTCwtont, aad q«tu noUble in the 



JANE AUSTEN'S SAILOR BROTHERS. Being 

the life and AdTentures of Sir Francis Austen, g.cb.. Admiral of 
the Fleet, and Rear-Admiral Charles Austen. By J. H. and E. C. 
HvBBACK* With numerous Illustrations. Demy 8to. i 2/. 6^. net. 

Mmrwimg ^m/.-~". . . May bo wokoand as an impoctant additaon to AoteoiaBa . . 
k it batidM valuable for iu glimpMt of life b the Navy, its illnitratiOBS of the faeliaci 
oUmenu of naval officon dozing the period toat preceded and that wiildi 
d the gnat battle of Just one oentnry ago, the battle which won so moch bat 



followed the gnat battle of Just one oentnry i 
which cost tts-Neboo." 
CMr.— " The book is doubly fortvnate la its appearance, for it afipeals not onlr to the 
lovers of Jane Ansten's novels, bat also to those who value sideiights ou oe bembi 
stirring ttmos of the Navy.** 

POETRY AND PROGRESS IN RUSSIA. By 

Rosa Nswmarch. With 6 full-page Portraits. Demy 8to 
(9x5! inches), 7/. 6^ net. 

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plmmgt Mirmii^imH^ imto thit tido o? rtmiinm which mmrhs omfy tho toeomd simgg m the 
€Poiniiom 0/ th* moHomml gtmint, Mrs. N tw m uu xh't volmms cooers m foriod €xtomdim£ 
/rom$ tho Jint /ubiicmitomt 0/ Pomshhm, in 1814, t0 tho domth 0/ Nmdoom^ im 1886, mmd 
eomaitU tfmm fnivductiom mmd six stmaios, ms follows i PomshJtimj tho first mmd gremtost 
0/tht Rmssimm mmtiommi /0€ts i Lorwtomtoo, tJu motsoric foot o/tho RomamHc School l 
K^ltsooy tho Rmstimm Bums; Sihitin^ tho singor ^f Rmsssmm rurmi ii/k; Nokrmoooo, tht 
pott ^roooluHom ; mmd Nmdsom^ whoss worh is chmrmettristic f^tho doeoudomeo o/Russimm 



THE LIFE OF PETER ILICH TCHAIKOVSKY 

( 1 840-1 893). By his Brother, MoDssTs Tchaikovsky. Edited 
and abridged from the Russian and German Editions by Rosa 
Nbwmarch. With Numerous Illustrations and Facsimiles and an 
Introduction by the Editor. Demy Sva 21/. net. Second edition. 

Tks Tumos,~'" A most lUonUnating oommsntary ou Tchaikovsky's mosic.** 

World,-'** One of the nost fascinating self-revelatioos by an artist whidi has been given to 

the world. The translation is excellent, and worth reading for iu own sake.** 
C^m tw m p t r mry Rtviow,—** The book's appeal is, of coarse, primarily to the niask>lov«r ; bnt 
there b so mnch of human and Iit«ary interest in ft, such Intimate revelation of a 
singnlariy interesting personality, tlmt many who have never come under the spell of 
the Pathetic Symphony will be strongly attracted by what b vfatually the spuitnal 
autobiogrmphy of Its composer. High praise b due to the translator and editor for the 
literary ikill with which she has prepiuea the EnslUh verrion of thb fascinating work . . . 
Then have been few coHectiona of letters published within recent years that give so 
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COKE OF NORFOLK AND HIS FRIENDS: 

The Life of Thomas William Coke^ Pint Earl of Leicester of 
the second creation, containing an accoont of his Ancestry, 
Snrroondings, Public Sendees, and Private Friendships, and 
including many Unpublished Letters from Noted Men of his day, 
English and American. By A. M. W. StiRLiNa With 20 
Photogravure and upwards of 40 other Illustrations reproduced 
from Contemporary Portraits, Prints, etc. Demy 8vOb 2 vols. 
32/. net. 

*•* TAt mamg ^Coie of Noiiblk was omcg kmown tkrwmfkamt tkt ciaUiatd worlds mm 
it is familiar tc veryfiw. Coke occupied a umiftte position in kis generation: as a 
iandUrd-owner Me wtu credited with kammg tran^ormed iMe agricuitnre ^ both 
kemispkeres: as a politician he remained for over half a centmy the " Father" ^ the 
House ^ Commons, exercising 3y the Jbrce of Mis example a peculitw infiuenee t^on the 
poUHeal world ^ his day. He was offerul a peerage seven times for kis services by seven 
different Prime Ministers, Coke was espetiediy fortunate in kis friendskips, emd kg 
preserved kis correspondenee, Tke letters of tke noted men iff kis day recreate Cokeys 
generation for us, attd we see many famous nun in aguise witk wkick we are but little 
acquainted, IVe see Le^fiiyette as tke kumble farmer, absorbed in rearing kis pigs and kis 
cattle ; Lord Heatings as ayoutk climbing a volcano during an eruption ; George IV as 
the fickle friend, pocketing kumiHation in order to condone deceit, or, at a period of 
exciting national danger, filling kis letters to Coke witk ckaracteristKoUy trivial 
peculations wketker tke Sergeant wkom ke was sending to recruit tke Holkkam Yeomanry 
would, or would not, get drunk. Again, we see Fox as a slovenly sckoolboy playing pitck' 
andtoss at Eton ; Nelson, but as tke deUeeUe son qf an obscure Noffolk clergyman. 
Incongruous in tkeir endless variety, tke ckaracters move acrou tke pages-^Pope 
Clement XIV, Louise of Stolberg, Dr. Parr, Amelia OpU, Honest King WilUam, 
tke Duke of Sussex, Ckantrey, Lord Erskine, Gainsborougk, Roscoe, Sir James SmUk, 
Sir Humpkry Dapy — statesmen, scientists, artists, literati, a great international 
train, amongst wkom, emd perkaps more remarkable tkan all at tkat especial date, are 
celebrities f^om tke United States— at a date wken, be it remembered, all wko came tkence 
were looked at askance as tke recent foes of England, and were, as Xaitres remarks— 
" Foreigners, and of a nation kitkerto but little known in our circles.** And for tUl tkis 
we kaoe kad to wait sixty-five years, because, of tke many biographies commenced, tke one 
tkat swallowed up all ike rest wtu eventually lost. A fitature of tkis book is tke wealtk 
^f illustrating material, including many kitkerto unpublieked pictures by famous kands. 

DEVONSHIRE CHARACTERS AND STRANGE 

EVENTS. By S. Baring-Gould, m.a., Author of •* Yorkshire 
Oddities," etc With 58 Illustrations. Demy Sto. 2 1/. net. 

*»* Notices qf some qf tke most singular ckaracters and events connected witk tke 
Comtfy of Devon— a county tkat kas been exceptionally Prolific ^ suck, Tke personages 
named, and wkose Uves are given, belong to a lower plane tkem tke great men of the 
coutUy wko kave made their mark in kistory. But tke range ^ ckaracters is really 
wonderful, Tke volume is profuuly illustrated witk reproductions from old and 
miire prints, 

THE HEART OF GAMBETTA. Translated 

from the French of Francis Laur by Violsttb Montagu. 
With an Introduction by John Macdonald, Portraits and other 
Illustrations. Demy 8to. 7/. (U. net. 



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THE MEMOIRS OF ANN, LADY FANSHAWE. 

Written by Lady Fanaluiwe. With Extracts from the Correspoo- 
dence of Sir Richard Fanahawe. Edited by H. C. Famshaws. 
With 38 Full-page IllustratioDSy indnding four in PhocograTure 
and one in Colour. Demy 8vo (9 x 5f inches). 16/. net. 

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^tkt FmuhmtM Fmmifyt mnd Mr, M. C, Famskmate cfftUrOm^s mmurmu m^tts wJUeA 
form • rwmmim£ c^mmtmtmty 0m iAt Uxi. Mmt^/mtmtms fteturtt art rtpndmud^ trndrnd" 
imgpmintiMgt fy Vtlmafun mmd Vtm Dyck, 

THE TRUE STORY OF MY LIFE : an Auto- 
biography by AucB M. DiEHL, NoTelist, Writer, and Mnsidan. 
Demy Sva lo/. SiL net. 

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in tkt grant mkjocts ^flif* mndgtniut, Dnring tks ytart/oUgwing m rtmmrkmJUt ddU^ 
h^od o/prodigiis ^littrmry mnd mnuiaU mitminmunt*, tkt Amtkor ttuuU briUimiU ennert, 
/irtt in tkt world ^mmsie, then in tkmt ^ littrmimre. An inHmuUt Jritnd fftht tmt» 
Sir Homy Irmnft kit e9$^fidtnett to ktr tkrov m now light on tkt inntr li/k 0/ tkis somt* 
wkmi onigmmticml nuuu But tkt tmmt mny mlto bo tmid ^ktr/ritndtkip or mefnminUmco 
witk mmny otktr ptrtonmgos 0/ world-widt mow n. In mntie, wo rtmd ^ Btrliom^ 
Fordimmnd HilUr, Jtnny Lind, Sittori, Tkm&org^ HtntoU {Jur mmttor m kit SilaimM 
CmttltX Fimttit Sminton mnd kit w(/k, Pittunt, CrtwoUi^ tkt Princots Comrtorytkti^ mnd 
oiktr tmintni pn^tt f/" Cko^in^ at will at a koti 0/ oiktrt knoum in mil eonntriot mud 
eHmot. In littminrt^ httidot tnck ttmrt mt KoSort Browning, Brot Hmrtt^ ** Onidn^ 
Miu Brmddmn, Mrt, RiddtU, AmtHn B, Sdwmrdt, J?. £, Niektnt, tkt work mhoundt m 
/mmiUmr tkttekot ^f/ormor mon mnd w o mo n wkoto nmmtt art to wtU known tkmi mt^ 
i^/ormntion mbont tkoir /trtonmlititt it ^mkt^rbing inUrttt, 

THE LIFE OF ST. MARY MAGDALEN. 

Translated from the Italian of an Unknown Fourteenth-Century 
Writer by Valsntina Hawtrsy. With an Introductory Note by 
ViaiioN Lu, and 14 Full-page Reproductions from the Old Masters. 
Crown 8vo. 5/. net 

2W{r ^MM.—" MiM ValwtiM Hawtny hu givw a moM cjKdlwt EDgUsh vmkn 

plMMuit work.'* 
Acmdtmy,—** TIm foaitMBtb<«itwy ttSDCf pkyi dalightftilly around the aieagre dttailt of 

t]M Gotpal nairadvw, aad praMoa Um baroina in quit* an ttncooTentiooal light. . . . 

In iit diraetnMi and artistic rimplidty and its wealtli of homaly detail the etory reads 

like the work of tona Booceodo of tlM cloister; and fowteen iUnstzatioDS taken fraeB 

Italian painters happily iUusnate the charailng tazt." 

MEN AND LETTERS. By Herbert PAU^ m.p. 

Fourth Edition. Crown 8yo. 5/. net 

DotUjf Nowt.^" Bfr. Herbert Panl has done scholan and the reading world b general a high 

service in publishing this coUecdoo of bis essays.** 
Pmttek,—^* His ftind of good stories b inexhaoatible, and his urbanity never (ails. On tlia 

whole, this book b one of the very best examples of literature oo literature and life.'* 



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MEMOIRS, BIOGRAPHIES, Etc. 9 
HUBERT AND JOHN VAN EYCK : Their Life 

and Work. By W. H. JaIubs Weals. With 41 Photogravure 
and 95 Black and White Reproductions. Royal 4to. £^ 5/. net. 

Sir Maktin Conway's Nan. 

Nuuiy Jkaf^a ctUury ktu put§d since Mr. W, H. Ja$mgs WtaU, iJun rttidmi ai 
BrugtSt began thai long series of patient imtestigmtUms into the histery ^ NetherUmdisk 
art whkh was destined to earn so rick a knrvesU Wken ke began toerk Memiinc was 
still called HemUng^ and wtu/abUd to kaue arrioed at Bmges as a wounded soldier, 
Tke van Eycks were little more tkan legendary heroes. Roger Van der Weyden wets Utile 
more tkan a name. Most of tke etker great Netkerlandisk artists were eitker wkolfy 
forgotten or named only in connection witk paintings witk wkick tkey kad nothing to do. 
Mr, IVeale discovered Gerard David^ and disentangled his principal works from Menr 
Unc'Si witk wkick tkey were tken eon/usetL During a series of years ke published in tke 
" B^jffroi" a magamne issued by himself, tke many important records from ancient 
archives wkick tkrew a flood of ligkt upon tke wkole origin and development of tke early 
Netkerlandisk sckooL By universal admission ke is kailed «Ul over Europe as tkefatker 
of this study. It is due to him in great measure that the masterpieces of tkat sckool, 
wkick by neglect were in elanger ofperiskingf^ftyyeeurs ago^ are now recognised as among 
tke most priceless treasures of tke Museums ^Europe and tke United States. Tke 
publication by kim, tker^ore, in tke ripeness of kis years and experience^ of tke result of 
kis studies on tke van Eycks is a matter of considerable importance to students of art 
history. Lately^ since tke revived interest in the works ^ tke Early Frenck painters kas 
attracted tke attention qf untrained speculators to tke superior sckools of tke Low 
Countries^ a number qf wild tkeories kave been started wkick cannot stand uprigkt in tke 
face of recorded fads. A book is now needed wkick will set down all tkose facts in full 
and aecurateform. Fullness emd accuracy are tke ckaraeteristics of all Mr. Wealis work. 

VINCENZO FOPPA OF BRESCIA, Founder of 
THE Lombard School, His Life and Work. By Constance 
JocsLYN Ffoulkes and Monsignor Rodolfo Majocchi, d.d.. 
Rector of the CoUegio Borromeo, Pavia. Based on research in the 
Archives of Milan, Pavia, Brescia, and Genoa, and on the study 
of all his known works. With over 100 Illustrations, many in 
Photogravure, and 100 Documents. Royal 4to. ^^5. 5/. net. 

%* No compute Life of Vtncenco Foppa, one qf tke greatest of tke Nortk TtaUan 
Masters, kas ever been written : an omission wkick seems almost inexplicable in tkese days 
of over-production in tke matter of biograpkies qfpainters^ atul of subjects relating to the 
art of Italy. In Milanese territory— the spkere of Foppds activiiy duri$ig many years— 
ke was regarded by kis contemporaries as unrivalled in kis art, and kis ri^U to be 
considered tke kead and founder qf tke Lombard sckool is undoubted. His influence was 
powefful a$idfar.reacking^ extending eastwards beyond tke limits qf Brescian territory, 
and soutk and westwards to Liguria and Piedmont. In tke Milanese district it was 
practically dominant for over a quarter tf a century, us^l tke coming of Leonardo da 
yinei tkrust Foppa and kis followers into tke skade, and induced kim to abandon Pavia, 
wkick kad been kis komefor more tkan tkirty yean, emd to return to Brescia. Tke object 
of tke autkors qf tkis book kas been to present a true picture qf tke master's Ufe based 
upon tke testimot^ qf records in Italian arckives; edl facts kitkerto known relating 
to kim kave been brougkt togetker; all statements kave been veri/Sed; and a great deal of 
new and unpublisked material kas been added. Tke autkors kane utteartked a large 
amount qf new material relating to Foppa, one qf tke most issteresting facts brvttgkt to 
ligkt being tkat ke lived f^ tfventy-tkree years loi^ner tkan wets formerly supposed, Tke 
illustratums will include several pictures by Foppa hitherto unknown in tke kistoryofart 
emd otkers wkick kave never bqfore been pubiisked, as well as reproductions of every 
exi^ngwork by tke master eU preunt krtown. 



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£o A CATALOGUE OF 

JUNIPER HALL: Rendezvous of certain illus- 
trious Personages during the French ReTolution, mduding Alex- 
ander D'Arblay and Fanny Bumey. Compiled by Constance 
Hill. With numerous Illustrations by Ellbn G. Hill, and repro- 
ductions from various Contemporary Portraits. Crown 8vo. 5/. net. 

Dmify TeUfraph.—" . . . on« ofthe most rhrming voluinas publisbed within recent yeus. 
. . . Miw liill hai drawn a really idyllic and graphic picture of thedaOy life and eoesip 
of the ttatelv but onfortonate dames and noblemen who found in Joniper Hall a 
thoroughlv English home." 

Tk4 Times,—^* This book makes another on the long and seductive list of books that take 
up history just where history proper leaves off . . . We have given bat a faint idea of 
the freshness, the innocent gaiety of itt pages ; we can give none at all of the beanty and 
interest of the pictures that adorn \C* 

Westmimur Geueit*.—" Skilfully unified and channingly told." 

JANE AUSTEN : Her Homes and Her Friends, 

By Constance Hill. With numerous Illustrations by Ellbn G. 
IiiLL, together with Reproductions from Old Portraits, etc. Crown 
8to. c/. net. 

WcrU,—" Miss Coosunce Hill has given ns a thoroughly delightful book. . . ." 
S^tator.-^** This book is a valuable contribution to Austen lore." 



Daily TtUgrapk,—** Miss Constance Hill, the authoress of this charming book, has laid all 

devout admirers of Jane Austen and her inimiuble novels under a debt of gratitude." 
MoMctutttr GuarJian.—" Thn volume is the most valuable acc ess ion made since the 



publication of her Letters, to our knowledge, of Jane Austen." 
TA4 Timss.—" Related with an engaging tuOoiU," 

THE HOUSE IN ST. MARTIN'S STREET. 

Being Chronicles of the Bumey Family. By Constance Hill, 
Author of ** Jane Austen, Her Home, and Her Friends," " Juniper 
Hall," etc. With numerous Illustrations by Ellen G. Hill, and 
reproductions of Contemporary Portraits, etc. Demy 8vo. 21s. net. 

World.— ^^JXm valuable and very fasctaating work. . . . Charmingly illustrsted. . . . 

Those interested in thb stirring period of history and the fiunous fiuk who were Fanny 

Bumey 's friends should not fail to add 'The House in St. Martin's Street' to their 

collection of books." 
Mr. C. K. Shoktbk in 5>A«rv.<— " Miss Hill has written a charming, an indispensable book.** 
Graphic. — " This is the most interestingi as well as the most charming collection of Fanny 

Bumev's letters that we remember to have seen. Miss Constance Hill has written and 

compiled this volume in a truly admirable manner, and all readecs owe her a deep 

debt of gratitude." 
Bookman.—^* To lay down this book b like being forced to quit a delightful and congenial 

company. 
Morning Past,'^**, . . the authoress of this book has made a comiulatiaD which is full of 

chann and entertainment, and she may fiurly be said to have succeeded in her object of 

recreating some of the domestic atmoqihere of a very delightful fiunilv." 
GMt.—" Thtt is a thoroughly engaging hook, bright and thoughtful, ana delightful in its 

simple humanness." 

STORY OF THE PRINCESS DES URSINS IN 

SPAIN (Camarera-Mayor). By Constance Hilu With 12 
Illustrations and a Photogravure Frontispiece. New Edition. 
Crown Svo. 5/. net. 

TVarM.— " It is a brilliant study of the brilliant Frenchwoman who in the eariy years of the 
eighteenth centurv played such a remarkable part in saving the Bourbmi dynasty in 
Spain. Miss Hill s narrative b interesting from the first page to the last, and the valoe 
of the book b enhanced by the reproductions of contemporary portraits with which it is 
illustrated." 

British Wetkly.—" We rejoice to see thb new and cheaper edition of Miss Hm'sfiudnating 
and admirable book." 



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MEMOIRS, BIOGRAPHIES, Etc. ii 
NEW LETTERS OF THOMAS CARLYLE. 

Edited and Annotated by Alexander Carlyle, with Notes and 
an Introduction and numerous Illustrations. In Two Volumes. 
Demy 8vo. 25/. net. 

Pall Mali GaaetU,-^** To th* portrait of the man, TboouSp theie letters do really add 

▼alue ; we can learn to respect and to like him the more for the genoine goodness of his 

personality." 
M0min£ Ltadtr.—*^ These volumes open the very heart of Carlyle." 
Littrmry World,—" It is then Carlyle, the nobly filial son, we see in these letters ; Carlyle. 

the gener ou s and affectionate brother, the loyal and warm-hearted firiend, . . . and 

above all, Carlyle as the tender and faithful lover of his wife." 
Daify^ TeUgra^—" The letters are characteristic enough of the Carlyle we know : very 

Mcturesque and entertaining, full of extravagant emphads, written, as a rule, at fever 

heat, eloquently rabid and emotionaL" 

THE NEMESIS OF FROUDE : a Rejoinder to 

*' My Relations with Carlyle." By Sir Jambs Crichton Browne 
and Alexander Carlyle. Demy 8vo. 3/. 6^. net. 

Clasiow Herald.—", , . The book practkally accomplishes its task of reinstadng Carlyle ; 

as an attack on Fronde it is overwhelming." 
PitAlic O^'nion.—" Th^ main object of the book is to prove that Fkoude believed a myth 

and betrayed his trust. That aim has been achieved." 

NEW LETTERS AND MEMORIALS OF JANE 

WELSH CARLYLE. A Collection of hitherto Unpublished 
Letters. Annotated by Thomas Carlyle, and Edited by 
Alexander Carlyle, with an Introduction by Sir James Crichton 
Browne, m.d., ll.d., f.r.8., numerous Illustrations drawn in Litho- 
graphy by T. R. Way, and Photogravure Portraits from hitherto 
unreproduced Originals. In Two Volumes. Demy 8to. 25/. net. 

IVestminsier Gautit.—" Few letters in the language have b such perfection the qualities 
which ^ood letters should possess. Frank, gay, brilliant, indiscreet, immensely clever, 
whimsical, and audacious, they reveal a chancter which, with whatever alloy off human 
infirmity, must endear itself to any reader of nnderstancUng." 

World,—" Throws a deal of new light on the domestic relations of the Sage of Chelsea. 
They also contain the full text of Mrs. Carlyle's fascinating journal, and her own 
* humorous and quaintly candid ' narrative of her first love-affair. ' 

Daily News.—" Every page . . . scintillates with keen thoughts, biting criticisms, flashing 
phrases, and toocoes of bright comedy.** 

EMILE ZOLA : Novelist and Reformer. An 
Account of his Lifc^ Work, and Influence. By E. A. Vizetelly. 
With numerous Illustrations, Portraits, etc. Demy 8yo. 21/. net. 

Momi$t£ Past.—" Bfr. Ernest Vizelelly has given ... a vecy tnie insight into the aims, 

chancter, and life of the novelist.'* 
AiMtaaum.—", . , Exhaustive and interesting.** 
M.A.P.—". , . will sund as the classic biography of Zola.*' 
Star.—" This ' Life' of Zola is a very fascinating book." 
Academy.—" It was ineviuble that the authoritative life of Emilo Zohi should be from the 

pen of £. A. Visetelly. No one probably has the same qualifications, and this bulky 

volume of neariy six nundxed pains is a worthy tribute to the genius of the master.** 
Ur. T. P. O'CONMOK in T.P.'t Weealy.—" It is a story of £ascinatmg interest, and b told 

admirably by Mr. Visetelly. I can promise any one who takes it up that he will find it 

very difficult to lay it down again.** 



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^2 A CATALOGUE OF 

MEMOIRS OF THE MARTYR KING : being a 

detailed record of the last two yean of the Reign of His Most 
Sacred Majestj King Charles the First, 1646-1648-9. Com- 
piled by Allan Fsa. With upwards of 100 Photogravure 
Portraits and other IllustratioDS, including relics. Royal 410. 
105/. net. 

llr. IL H. Stklmamk in Tks Aemdtmy,-^'* Tht irolame it a triomph lor tho priotar and 

pabliihcr, and a Mlid contribatioo to Cuoliniaa Utcmtnn." 
Pmil Mall GmMtUt.^* ' The prewnt ■amptuoas volume, a storahoose of eloquent aandadons 

. . . oooMt as near to outward peifectioa as anything we ooold desire.'* 

AFTER WORCESTER FIGHT : being the Con- 

temporary Account of King Charles II.'s escape, not included in 
« The Flight of the King.'' By Allah Fba. With numerous 
Illustrations. Demy 8vo. 15/. net. 

ir#fisiV PMi'—** The work poseesess all the interest of a thrilling historical romanco, the 

scenes of which are descrfbed by the characters theaisclTes, in the language of the lime, 

and forms a valaable ooatribotion to existing Stuart Uteratare." 
fKtt/tfTM Mmmmf iVhM.— " Blr. Pea has shown great industry in investlgattng every 

possible &ct that has any bearing 00 his subject, and has succeeded in thorougUy 

MtahUshing the incidents of that romantic escape." 
SimmtUu^-^** . . . throws fiesh light on one of the mott romantic episodes in the annals of 

BngUsh History.** 

KING MONMOUTH : being a History of the 
Career of James Scott, the Protestant Duke^ 1649- 168 5. By 
Allan Fia. With 14 PhotograTure Portraits, a Folding-plan c^ 
the Battle of Sedgemoor, and upwards of 100 black and white 
Illustratioos. Demy 8to. xi/.net. 

M^mimf P^i,-^** The story of Monmouth's career is one of the meet remarkable in the 
annals of English History, and Blr. Fee's volume is sbgnlarly fiucinating. Not only 
does it supplement and correct the pr^udiced though picturesque pages of Macanley, 
but it seems to make the reader pereonally acquainted with a large number of the 
characters who prominently figured in the eoaspirades and in the intrigues, amoraos 
and political, when society and politics wwe seething in strange cauldrons." 

FRENCH NOVELISTS OF TO-DAY : Maurice 

BarreSy R&6 Bazin, Paul Bourget» Pierre de Coulerain, Anatole 
France^ Pierre Loti, Marcel Pr6TOSt9 and Edouard Rod. Bio- 
graphical, Descriptire, and Critical By Winifred Stsphsns. 
With Portraits and Bibliographies. Crown 8to. 5/. net. 

*«* Tkg writtTt wk0 kM» iivtd much in Frmme*, is tkarmiikfy tKfmutUed xoitJk Frwmck 
lift mtui with tJU ^'mei/mi currtnit ^ Frtmck tImigkU The heoh it intended UU a 
imde t0 Engiith renders desimts to keep in tench with the best pretetU'day French 
Jictiam, S^ecinl nttention is given to the eeeletinttienlt secini, nmd inteileeinal prMems 
^C0ntempemry Frmnce and their inftnence npen the werht ^ French nevelitts if to-day. 



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MEMOIRS, BIOGRAPHIES, Etc, 13 
THE LIFE AND LETTERS OF ROBERT 

Stephen Hawker, sometime Vicar of Morwenstow in CornwalL 
By C. E. Byles. With numeroas Illustrations by J. Ley 
Pethybridge and others. Demy 8vo. 7/. 6d. net. (Popular 
Edition.) 

Daify TekgraJ^.—** ... As loon as the volume b opened one finds oneself in die presence 
of a real original, a roan of ability ^ fenins and eccentricity^ of whom one cannot know 
too much . . . No one will read this fasdnatinjc and charmingly produced book %ritlioot 
thanks to Mr. Byles and a desire to visit — or revisit — Morwenstow." 

Pmll Mail GaMette.—"T\^tn b scarcely a page of this book that does not tingle with the 
ruddy and exuberant vitality of one of the most living men of his day. Those who 
want the portrait of Hawker the man, not the poet merely, or the eccentric, or the 
'theologian' (if ^ can be said to have had a theolosy^, must in future come to 
Bir. Byies's work. ... It is Hawker the noet, in his Itie more poetic than in his 
writings, that will live long in the memory or Cornwall and of England." 

THE LIFE OF WILLIAM BLAKE. ByALEXANOER 

Gilchrist. Edited with an Introduction by W.Graham Robertson. 
Numerous Reproductions from Blake's most characteristic and 
remarkable designs. Demy 8vo. 10/. 61/. net. New Edition. 

Birmingkam Past.— "Nothing seems at all likeljr ever to supplant the Gilchrist biography. 

Mr. Swinburne praised it magnificently in his own eloquent essay on Blake, and there 

should be no need now to point out its entire sanity, undemanding keenness of critical 

insight, and masterlv literary style. Dealing with one of the most difficult of subjectt, 

it ranks among the finest things of its kind that we pouess." 
Dailv Mail.—" It would be difficult to name a more fascinating, artistic biography in the 

language." 
Wuttm Mt»minf Newt.—" This handsome volume should direct attention anew to a man 

whose work merits remembrance.** 
Pmdlic Ofinicn.—" . . . The Ibrm in which this Life b now published calls for the wannest 

prabe." 

MEMOIRS OF A ROYAL CHAPLAIN, 1729-63. 

The correspondence of Edmund Pyle, d.d.. Domestic Chaplain to 
George 11, with Samuel Kerrich, d.d., Vicar of Dersingham, and 
Rector of Wolferton and West Newton. Edited and Annotated 
by Albert Hartshorne. With Portrait. DemySvo. i6/. net. 

TrutK—" It is undoubtedly the most important book of the kind that has been published 

in recent years, and b certain to dbturb many readers whose minds have not travelled 

with the time." 
Wulmituter GautU,—"YLcm the world went when George II was king, and what the 

Church made of it, are matters revealed with a good deal of light in thb entertaining 

volume, edited and annotated by Mr. Hartshorne." 
Gnat Tkoitrkis.—"1\kt Pyle letters, thou^ not so well known as other similar corre^Mm- 

dence of a public nature, are well wortn the vast amount of labour and care bestowed 

upon their publication." 

GEORGE MEREDITH : Some Characteristics. 

By Richard Le Galuenne. With a Bibliography (much en- 
larged) by John Lane. Portrait, etc. Crown 8to. $/. net. Fifth 
Edition. Revised. 

Pmmch,—"t>\\ Msfedithians must possess 'George Meredith; Some Characteristics,' by 
Richard Le Galiienne. Thb book b a complete and excellent guide to the novelbt and 
the novels, a sort of Meredithian Bradshaw, with pictures of the traffic superintendent 
and the head office at Boxhill. £ven Philbtines may be won over by the blandishments 
of Mr. Le Galiienne." 



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H A CATALOGUE OF 

LIFE OF LORD CHESTERFIELD. An account 

of the Ancestqr^ Personal Character, and Public Sendees of the 
Fourth Earl of Chesterfield. By W. H. Craig, M.A. Numeroua 
IlioBtratioDS. Demy 8to. i is. td. net. 

Dt^ TeUgrmpk.-^** Mr. Cni^ hat set oat to preient him (Lord Chesterfield) as ooe of the 
sttiktng fifnret of a formatiTe period in our modem hi^ory . . . and has tnooeeded in 
giving OS a very attractive biography of a remarkable man." 

TfMMr.— " It is the chief point of Mr. Craig's book to shov the sterling qualities which 
Chesterfield was at too moch pains in concealing, to reject the perishiu>le trivialities of 
his character^ and to exhilMt him as a phiktsonhic statitsman. not inferior to any oX. his 
eootempofanes, except Walpole at one end or his Hie, and CMtham at the other." 

Daily {^m/Aftc.—" Reparation was dne to Lord Chesterfield's memory ; and this book which 
at last does him Justice is a nouble oootribntion to historical biography." 

SaimrUy Rtoiiw.—" Mr. W. H. Craig's book is the first connected account of the public 
life of Lord Chesterfield, and the most elabonte attempt to appceciate his value as a 



Stm$i4mrd,—>^ Mr. Craig has written an intnestlng book." 

A QUEEN OF INDISCRETIONS. The Tragedy 

of Caroline of Brunswick, Queen of England. From the Italian 
of G. P. Clsrici. Translated by Frederic Chapman. With 
numerous Illustrations reproduced from contemporary Portraits and 
Prints. Demy Sva ai/. net. 

Tkt Daily Ttkgrt^k.—**^ It could scaroelv be done more thoroughly or, on the whole, in 
better taste thstn is here disi^yed br Professor Clerid. Mr. Frederic Chi4)man himself 
contributes an uncommonly interesting and well-informed introduction." 

flVrAMniw4trC«sriytf.— "The volume, sdiolarly and welMnformed. . . forms one long and 
absorbingly interesting chapter of the ckronimu tcandaleuu of Court life . . . reads 
like a romance, except that no romancer would care or dare to pack his pages so closely 
with startling effects and fantastic scenes." 

Th»^ Timti. — "Signor Clerici has brought to his task immense pains, luddlty, and an 
impartiality of mind which does not ^prevent a definite view from emerging. Mr. Chap- 
man has done the translation admurmbiy well, and his own introduction u a careful 
assistance to thoroughness." 

^CffdlrMMT.— "Caroline's life was an astoundinjg romance, . . . Mr. Chapman especially 
lentU colour to her adventures in his dever introduction by the way in which be shows 
how, fnr all her genius for mischief, and for all her tricks and wantonness, Caroline never 
lost a curious charm which made her buoyancy and reckless spirit lovable to the last." 

LETTERS AND JOURNALS OF SAMUEL 

GRIDLEY HOWE. Edited by his Daughter Laura E. 
Richards. With Notes and a Pre£ice by F. B. Sanborn, an 
Introduction by Mrs. John Lane, and a Portrait. Demy 8vo 
(9 X 5 J inches). 16/. net. 

Outlook.^* * This deeply interesting record of experience. The volume is worthily produced 
and contains a striking portrait of Howe." 

Dundee Adoertugr,—** The picturesque, animated, and deeply interesting story of his career 
u now open in a considerable volume entitled 'Letters and Journals of Samuel Gridley 
Howe during the Greek Revolution.' This is helpfully edited by his daughter Laura 
E. Richards, and has an introduction and notes by his oki friend, F. B. Sanborn, besides 
an lUuminatmgprefacc by Mrs. John Lane . . . The journals are written with sincerity 
and realism. Tner pulsate with the emotions of life amidst the difficulties, privations, 
and hofxors of the battle inarch, siege and defeat." 

Daily New.—** Dr. Howe's book is full of shrewd touches ; it seems to be very much a part 
of the lively, handsome man of the portrait. His writing is striking and vivid ; it is the 
writing of a shrewd, keen observer, intensely interested in the event before him. When- 
ever his attention is arrested he writes with living force." 



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MEMOIRS, BIOGRAPHIES, Etc. 15 

A LATER PEPYS. The Correspondence of Sir 
William Weller Pepys, Bart., Master in Chancery, 1 758-18259 
with Mrs. Chapone, Mrs. Hartley, Mrs. Montague^ Hannah More, 
William Franks, Sir James Macdonald, Major Rennell, Sir 
Nathaniel Wraxall, and others. Edited, with an Introduction and 
Notes, by Auce C. C. Gaussen. With numerous Illustrations. 
Demy 8vo. In Two Volumes. 32/. net. 

Doucxjis Sladbn ia the Qugtn,—** This b indbputably a moft valuable contribotaon to the 
literatnre of the dghteenth centvy. It u a veritiutle itorehoiue of lociety goedp, the 
art criticism, and toe mots of fiunons peo^e." 

Academy and Littraturt.—" The effect consists in no particalar passages, bat in the total 
impression, the sense of atmosphere, and the seneral feeling that we are being introduoed 
into the vvy society in which the writer moved." 

Daily Ntws.—" To Miss Alice Ganssen is due the credit of sorting oat the vast collection of 
coiTespondeoce which is here presented to the pablic. . . . Her industry is inde&tigable, 
and her task has been carried out with comfrfeteness. The notes are full of interesting 
items ; the introduction is exhaustive ; and the collection of illustrations enhances the 
value of the book." 

W^rU,--*'^ WUIiam Pepys's comspondeooe b admirable." 

ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON, AN ELEGY ; 
AND OTHER POEMS, MAINLY PERSONAL. By 
Richard Lb Gallienne. Crown 8to. 4/. td. net. 

Daily CMrotUcU.—" Ftm, indeed, could be more fit to sing the dirge of that 'Virgil of 
Prose ' than the poet whose curiosa/tUatat b so close akin to Stevenson's own ciiarm." 

GUhe. — "The opening Elegy on R. L. Stevenson includes some under and touching 
passages, and has throognoat the merits of sincerity and clearness." 

RUDYARD KIPLING : a Criticism. By Richard 
Le Gallienne. With a Bibliography by John Lane. Crown 
8to. 3/. dd, net. 

Guardian, — '* One of the cleverest pieces of criticbm we have come across for a long time." 
Scoismtu*—** It shows a keen insignt into the essential qualities of literature, and analyses 

Bfr. Kiplins's product with the skill of a craftsman ... the positive and ontstandini! 

meritt of vbt, Kipling's contribution to the literature of hb time are marshalled by hb 

critic with quite uncommon skill." 

ROBERT BROWNING: Essays and Thoughts. 
By J. T. Nettleship. With Portrait. Crown 8vo. 5/. 6d. net. 
(Third Edition.) 

POEMS. By Edward Cracroft Lefroy. With a 

Memoir by W. A. Gill, and a Reprint of Mr, J. A. Symomds' 
Critical Essay on "Echoes from Theocritus." Photograyure 
Portrait. Crown 8vo. 5/. net. 

Th» Times. — " ... the leading featores of the sonnets are the writer's intense sympathv 
with homan life in ^neral and with yoang life in particular ; his homoor, his music, ana, 
in a word, the ouality which 'leaves a melody afloat upon the brain, a savour on the 
mental palate. 

^MibruMi.-- "The Memoir, by Mr. W. A. Gill, is a sympathetic sketch of an earnest and 
lovable character ; and the critical estimate, by J. Addington Symonds, is a charmingly- 
written and suggestive essay." 



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1 6 MEMOIRS, BIOGRAPHIES, Etc, 
BOOKS AND PERSONALITIES: Essays. By 

H. W. Nevikson. Crown 8vo. 5/. net. 

Dmity Ckrtmielg,'-" It u a remarkabl* thing and probably nniqae, that a writer of such 
panonalicy as the author of ' Between the Acts ' should not only feel, bat Ixridly pot 
on paper, his homage and complete subjection to the genius of one afker another of 
these men. He is entirely free from that one common Tirtue of critics, which u ^ 

superiority to the author criticised. " 

BOOKS AND PLAYS : A Volume of Essays on 
Meredith, Borrow, Ibsen, and others. By Allan Monkhousb. 
Crown 8vo. 5/. net. 

LIBER AMORIS; or, The New Pygmalion. 
By WiLUAM Hazlitt. Edited^ with an introduction, by Richard 
Lb Galusnnb. To which is added an exact transcript of the 
original MS., Mrs. Hazlitt's Diary in Scotland, and Letters never 
before published. Portrait after Bbwick, and facsimile Letters. 
400 copies only. 4to. 364 pp. Buckram. 21/. net. 

\ 

TERRORS OF THE LAW : being the Portraits 

of Three Lawyers — the original Weir of Hermiston, "Bloody 

Jeffreys," and "Bluidy AdTOcate Mackenzie." By Fbancis ^ 

Watt. With 3 Photogravure Portraits. Fcap. Svo. 4/. 6d. net. j 

Tk£ LiUrmy IVcrU.—" Tho book b altogetbar entertaining; it is brialc, lively, and 
effective. Blr. Watt hai already, in his two series of 'The Law's Lnmber Room,' 
esublisbed his place as an essayist in legal lofe, and the present book will Inctease his I 

repuution." ' 

CHAMPIONS OF THE FLEET. Captains and I 

Men-of«War in the Days that Helped to make the Empire. By 
Edward Eraser. With 16 Full-page Illustrations. Crown 8vo. 
5/. net. 

%* Mr. Frmstr taJUs in the whoU rmMgt of omr Naoj^s ticry. First tfurt is tk* st»ry 
^ the ** Dreadnought" told /or the first time : how the mmme was originmify selected by 
Rlisaheth^ why she chose it, the launch, how t$mder Drake she fought against iho 
A rmada, how her captain was knighted on the quarter-deck in tho presence of the enemy^ 
From this point the name is traced down to the present Uviathan which bears it. This is 
but one of the "champions" dealt with in Mr. Fraser's volume ^ which is iUusirmtodiy 
t very interesting reproductions. 



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