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Guns of the Gods | 7 destiny, and India has prospered under them in certain ways. In among the English, something after the fashion of grace notes in the bars of music—enlivening, if sharp at times—come occasional Americans, turning up in unex- pected places for unusual reasons, and re- maining because it is no man’s business to interfere with them. Unlike the English, who approach all quarters through official doors and never trespass without authority, the Americans have an embarrassing way of choosing their own time and step, taking offiicialdom, so to speak, in flank. It is to the credit of the English that they overlook intrusion that they would punish fiercely if committed by unauthorized folk from home. So when the Blaines, husband and wife, came to Sialpore in Rajputana without as much as one written introduction, nobody snubbed them. And when, by dint of noth- ing less than nerve, nor more than ability to recognize their opportunity, they acquired the lease of the only vacant covetable house, nobody was very jealous, especially when the Blaines proved hospitable. It was a sweet little nest of a house with a cool stone roof, set in a rather large garden of its own on the shoulder of the steep hill that overlooks the city. A political de- pendent of Yasmini’s father had built it as a haven for his favorite paramour when jealousy in his seraglio had made peace at home impossible. Being connected with the Treasury in some way, he had made a luxurious pleasance of it; and he had taste. But when Yasmini’s father died and his nephew Gungadhura succeeded him as maharaja he made a clean sweep of the old pension and employment list in order to en- rich new friends, so the little nest on the hill became deserted. Its owner went into exile in a neighboring State and died there, out of reach of the incoming politician who nat- urally wanted to begin business by exposing the scandalous remissness of his predecessor. _The house was acquired on a falling market by a money-lender, who eventually leased it to the Blaines on an eighty per cent. basis— a price that satisfied them entirely until they learned later about local proportion. The front veranda faced due east, raised above the garden by an eight-foot wall—an ideal place for sleep because of the unfailing morning breeze. The beds were set there side by side each evening, and Mrs. Blaine —a full ten years younger than her hus- band—formed a habit of rising in the dark and standing in her nightdress, with bare feet on the utmost edge of the top stone step, to watch for the miracle of morning. She was fabulously pretty like that, with her hair blowing and her young figure outlined through the linen; and she was sometimes unobserved. The garden wall, a hundred feet beyond, was of rock—two and a half men high, as they measure the unleapable in that dis- trustful land; but the Blaines, hailing from a country where a neighbor’s dog and chick- ens have the run of twenty lawns, seldom took the trouble to lock the little, arched, iron-studded door through which the former owner had come and gene unobserved. The use of an open door is hardly trespass under the-law of any land; and dawn is an excel- lent time for the impecunious who take thought of the lily how it grows in order. to outdo Solomon. When a house changes hands in Rajpu- tana there pass with it, as well as the rats and cobras and the mongoose, those beggars who were wont to plague the former owner. That is a custom so based on ancient logic that the English, who appreciate conserva- tism, have not even tried to alter it. So when a cracked voice broke the early stillness out of shadow where the. garden wall shut off the nearer view, Theresa Blaine paid small attention to it. ‘‘Memsahib! Protectress of the poor!” She continued watching the mystery of coming light. The ancient city’s domed and pointed roofs already glistened with pale gold, and a pearly mist wreathed the crowded quarter of the merchants. Be- yond that the river, not more than fifty yards wide, flowed like molten sapphire be- - tween unseen banks. As the pale stars died, thin rays of liquid silver touched the surface of a lake to westward, seen through a rift between purple hills. The green of irrigation beyond the river to westward shone like square-cut emeralds, and south- ward the desert took to itself all imaginable hues at once. “Colorado!” she said then. ‘And Arizonal And southern California! And something added that I can’t just place!” ‘‘Sin’s added by the scow-load!” growled her husband from the farther bed. “Come back, Tess, and put some clothes on!” She turned her head to smile, but did not move away. Hearing the man’s voice, the eS Conniciooks (E@)