Christianity, Conversion to -- Fiction; India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction
"They not only thought of it but they nearly succeeded in carrying out
their design. Ananda left Mrs. Hulver's room in the afternoon, she
having made sure that the boys were tired of waiting and had dispersed.
At her advice he did not take the direct road home, but went round by a
path not often used. Near his house he was obliged to walk along the
road and as bad luck would have it, he met two of my boys--men they
might more properly be called. They rushed at him with their sticks.
He sprinted for home and escaped with a cut or two over the head."
"Of course he will prosecute the boys for assault," said Eola.
"He would do so if this were British territory; but being a native
state, he, as a Christian, has no civil rights, no standing in a court
of law. He can gain no redress; he hasn't even the power to bind them
over to keep the peace."
"Have you written to Mr. Alderbury?"
"I wrote yesterday morning, and I have just had his reply by wire. He
wants me to send Ananda to him at once. He has an opening for him and
can find him employment before long. Meanwhile he will be glad to have
him as his guest at the mission bungalow."
"You must see Ananda and tell him so; it will be a little consolation
for the poor fellow, perhaps."
"There's just my difficulty," replied Wenaston in perplexity. "It
isn't safe for him to show his face outside his father's premises."
"They are not ill-treating him inside the house, I hope," said Eola,
with sudden anxiety.
"Nothing beyond humiliating him as much as possible by giving him the
services of a sweeper, and cutting off the supplies of food. If it
goes no further I don't think any bodily harm can happen to him as long
as he stays at home."
"Mr. Alderbury must come and advise him."
"He says in his wire that he can't pay us another visit just yet. We
must do our best without him. I ought to go to Ananda's house, I
suppose, since he can't come to me."
"It won't take you long; not more than five minutes to get to the house
if you go in the car."
"It isn't the time I am thinking of but the welfare of the college and
my covenant with the Maharajah. I undertook not to meddle in any
religious matters."
Eola laid her hand on her brother's arm. "Leave it to me," she said,
"I will undertake to let Ananda know. Keep clear of the affair and get
your pupils back as quickly as you can."
"You ought not to go to Pantulu's house," he rejoined quickly, as his
eyes rested on her in doubt. "I don't know what sort of a reception
you will get. You must not run any risk of rousing unpleasantness that
I could not overlook."
"I promise you I will not run any risk nor get myself into trouble. I
can manage, I think, to have your message delivered without going
myself to Ananda's house. Will you tell me exactly what it is?"
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