know. Then, on pretence of comparing the numbers he took a piece of paper from his pocket. "The number I have here," he said after a little, "does not correspond with the number of the note. Go home. You are free. The police have no hold on you."
Brahmananda drew a luxurious breath of relief. He waited not to speak a word of thanks, but left at once and hurried home as fast as his legs could carry him.
Madhabinath's thought next was of his daughter. He took her home and placed her under the treatment of a capable medical man. Afterwards he left home to go to Calcutta, whence he intended to start for Prosadpur.
On his arrival in Calcutta he saw a friend whose name was Nishakar Das. Nishakar was younger than Madhabinath, and was a good jovial fellow. Being a rich man's son, and following no occupation, he had acquired a passion for travelling. "I am going to Prosadpur," said Madhabinath to him; "I shall be so glad if you will accompany me."
"I am ready to go with you, but why to Prosadpur of all places in the world?"
"Oh, I have some intentions of buying an indigo factory," said Madhabinath, concealing from his friend the real object of his intended visit to Prosadpur.
That day he started for the place in company with his friend.
(To be continued)
Translated by D. C. Roy
GLEANINGS
A Red Indian Boy Artist
On the Grande Ronde Reservation in Yamhill County, Ore., there lives a little Red Indian boy whose silhouettes cut from pasteboard have won the attention
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Silhouettes cut from life by a little Red Indian Boy.
of the Art World (New York). Little Sampson Simpson is only five years old and has never had opportunities of seeing other children engaged in drawing or any other form of artistic effort. All by himself he has picked up a knack of cutting silhouettes of living objects that he sees from day to day—"The unbroken bronco backed by the wild reservation rider, the indignant steer with stiff front legs trying to dislodge the riotous cowboy, the frightened fleeing rabbit, the fish flipping free from the water in a curve which city children might think unnatural or even impossible, the hog, fat and obstinate, the turkey, the cock, the dog, the squirrel. He cuts no figures that do not show action. Nearly all his outlines have knees and the knees are generally bent.
This Indian boy artist does out trace his outlines. He directs the shears without guiding lines. He always represents action and he recognizes and expresses the particular action characteristic—within his experience and observation—of the animal he cuts out. When man appears in his silhouettes, he is always in action—The American Review of Reviews.
A Collapsible Life-Boat
The new invention that may foil the deadly efforts of the U-boat hails from Germany and is described in The Scientific American (New York, February 24). Says this paper:
"European inventors at the present time have their faces turned toward devices for destroying lives and property; but for all that they are still capable of moving in the opposite direction. It is in this connection that one Herr Meyer, of Berlin, has worked out the collapsible life-boat which we illustrate. When folded up, the craft is easily carried in an ordinary knapsack; and it can be unpacked, inflated, and placed in the water in two to three minutes. In its essential lines this boat, as the illustration shows, is an inflated robber torus with the central space occupied by a wooden platform. It is two yards long and a yard wide; and altho' its total weight
