Adventure Magazine Cover, November 10, 1924 — page 115: what you’re looking at

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Om Ommony had seen no messenger arrive, no consultation held, but the word the lama shouted rang with a strange note of anxiety, and though the audience was yelling for more song, and to see the dog again, the stage and the wings took on the aspect of a stricken camp—all haste, all running to and fro, but strangely no confusion. Ommony was seized and stripped of his saddhu’s costume—left to dress himself in Brahman clothes as best he might, while Maitraya fought against a similar indignity with as much effect as if he were a scare- crow struggling with a Himalayan wind. The other actors threw their costumes off before the wardrobe men could get to them; and before they could pull on their ordinary clothes the framework of the well and every detail of stage furniture had vanished. The girls had disappeared almost before the echo of the lama’s warning cry had ceased, and within five minutes from the time the curtain came down Ommony found himself alone in the wing with Diana and Dawa Tsering, who wanted to stay there and brag of his performance. _ “T have made up my mind I will be an actor, Gupta Rao! I am good at it! Did you hear how they laughed when I showed myself? That play would have failed but for me! Ha-hah! The lama knew it too! He had to tell his lousy Tibetans to let me out of that room back there, so that I might come and save the day!” Ommony did not waste time to disillusion him, but even so they were nearly caught _by a tide of men who tried to surge in through the stage door, sweating, laughing, shouting questions, wanting to know when the next performance would take place, wanting to see the dog and to hear her talk again, demanding to be shown the Chinese actor and to know whether he was really Chinese—above all, when would the next performance be? Ommony had to shove his way through the midst of them, holding Diana by the collar and hustling Dawa Tsering, who wanted to stop and wallow in flattery. Not even loud commands to keep their unclean fingers off a “‘twice-born” served to keep the crowd from getting in the way; and they would have followed across the street to the elephant stable if Ommony had not thought of telling them that the dog must be fed before she could possibly go to the temple of Siva i and speak a couple of mantras from the ® 113 street near the temple porch. (It was quite safe to mention the temple of Siva; there is always one where there are Hindus.) They stampeded toward the temple to take up good positions, and only a few small boys saw Ommony, Dawa Tsering and the dog go into the elephant compound by way of the alley, which was full of sheep among which they had to thread their way. The pitch dark compound was in quiet confusion. There were camels being load- ed, and the elephants were all in line beside the balcony, from whose upper deck the girls, already masked in black, were stepping down like goblins into the curtained how- dahs. Ommony found the lama, Samding beside him, standing near the last elephant of the line; and as he drew near, some one whose outline suggested Prabhu Sing, re- turned thanks for the lama’s blessing and disappeared into the darkness. “Why the hurry?” Ommony demanded. ‘“‘They came crowding to the door to insist on another performance. Why not stay and give it?” ““My son,” the lama answered, with the slightest trace of tartness in his voice, ‘“‘no course is good unless there are seven rea- sons for it, even as no week is whole that has not seven days. You may ride on that elephant—that third one. May peace ride with you.” CHAPTER XIX , A MESSAGE FROM MISS SANBURN : He wio is wise is careful not to seem too virtuous, lest they who dislike virtue should exert unceasing energy to demonstrate that he is viler than themselves. True virtue suffers from advertisement.—From the Book of the Sayings of Tsiang Samdup. TUMULT in the street announced that Ommony’s ruse had only gained a mo- ment’s respite. The night was alive with curiosity; 2 voice that bellowed like a fog- horn asked who the actors were, when they would perform again, whether San-fun-ho was a mahatma, and if so, which of all the panthecn he favored. Another voice shout- ed for San-fun-ho to come out and speak. But it appeared the lama had foreseen all that. The bleating sheep gave notice that the barrier was down and the crowd swarm- ing into the alley. Buta string of elephants to all appearance loaded filed down the alley from the compound and the crowd had to retreat; those elephants paraded CoOMmicboolk A) © =