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THE BALL
OF FIRE

By
S. B. H. HURST

When Mandalay was looted after its capture by the British, the world's largest ruby, known as "Thibaw's Pet," disappeared. King Thibaw entrusted it, for safekeeping, to one of his ten attendant Buddhist priests; then he was sent to Ratnagiri, and died soon after. The great ruby was never seen again.

What happened to the Pet makes a thrilling tale—a tale of startling adventures and grisly dangers—a tale that starts in Benares, oldest city of the Orient, and ends in Amarapura, the place of dead glory where old General Pagan dreams away the hours—a vivid action-story of Bugs Sinnat and a renegade English captain who turned thief and murderer. This fascinating story will be published complete

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that high-minded chivalry was no mere romantic dream of an outworn age, but had existed, and still existed and lived in the hearts of certain men. But Cormac was born and bred in a savage land where men lived the desperate existence of the wolves whose hides covered their nakedness. He suddenly realized his own innate barbarism and was ashamed. He shrugged his lion's shoulders.

"I have misjudged you, Moslem," he growled. "There is fairness in you."

"I thank you, Lord Cormac," smiled Saladin. "Your road to the west is clear."

And the Moslem warriors courteously salaamed as Cormac FitzGeoffrey strode from the royal presence of the slender noble who was Protector of the Califs, Lion of Islam, Sultan of Sultans.


The Mirror

By Hung Long Tom

Immortal Li Po
Likens the moon
To a mirror
Flying through the sky.

Perhaps the God of Night
Is searching
For some gorgeous yellow girl
Whose face for a brief instant
Was reflected in the mirror.

Forever will the moon
Keep flying
Across the sky
Till the beloved reflection
Appears again.

For even gods
Can not withstand
The grace of Manchu girls.


O. S.—9