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RUJUB, THE JUGGLER

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CHAPTER I.


It would be difficult to find a fairer scene. Throughout the gardens
lanterns of many shapes and devices threw their light down upon the
paths, which were marked out by lines of little lamps suspended on wires
a foot above the ground. In a treble row they encircled a large tank or
pond and studded a little island in its center. Along the terraces were
festoons and arches of innumerable lamps, while behind was the Palace or
Castle, for it was called either; the Oriental doors and windows and the
tracery of its walls lit up below by the soft light, while the outline
of the upper part could scarce be made out. Eastern as the scene was,
the actors were for the most part English. Although the crowd that
promenaded the terrace was composed principally of men, of whom the
majority were in uniform of one sort or another, the rest in evening
dress, there were many ladies among them.

At the end of one of the terraces a band of the 103d Bengal Infantry
was playing, and when they ceased a band of native musicians, at the
opposite end of the terrace, took up the strains. Within, the palace was
brilliantly lighted, and at the tables in one of the large apartments
a few couples were still seated at supper. Among his guests moved
the Rajah, chatting in fluent English, laughing with the men, paying
compliments to the ladies, a thoroughly good fellow all round, as his
guests agreed. The affair had been a great success. There had first been
a banquet to the officers and civilians at the neighboring station. When
this was over, the ladies began to arrive, and for their amusement there
had been a native nautch upon a grand scale, followed by a fine display
of fireworks, and then by supper, at which the Rajah had made a speech
expressive of his deep admiration and affection for the British. This he
had followed up by proposing the health of the ladies in flowery terms.
Never was there a better fellow than the Rajah. He had English tastes,
and often dined at one or other of the officers' messes. He was a good
shot, and could fairly hold his own at billiards. He had first rate
English horses in his stables, and his turnout was perfect in all
respects. He kept a few horses for the races, and was present at every
ball and entertainment. At Bithoor he kept almost open house. There was
a billiard room and racquet courts, and once or twice a week there were
luncheon parties, at which from twelve to twenty officers were generally
present. In all India there was no Rajah with more pronounced English
tastes or greater affection for English people. The one regret of his
life, he often declared, was that his color and his religion prevented
his entertaining the hope of obtaining an English wife. All this, as
everyone said, was the more remarkable and praiseworthy, inasmuch as he
had good grounds of complaint against the British Government.

With the ladies he was an especial favorite; he was always ready to show
them courtesy. His carriages were at their service. He was ready to
give his aid and assistance to every gathering. His private band played
frequently on the promenade, and handsome presents of shawls and jewelry
were often made to those whom he held in highest favor. At present he
was talking to General Wheeler and some other officers.

"I warn you that I mean to win the cup at the races," he said; "I have
just bought the horse that swept the board on the Bombay side; I have
set my heart on winning the cup, and so secured this horse. I am ready
to back it if any of you gentlemen are disposed to wager against it."

"All in good time, Rajah," one of the officers laughed; "we don't know
what will be entered against it yet, and we must wait to see what the
betting is, but I doubt whether we have anything that will beat the
Bombay crack on this side; I fancy you will have to lay odds on."

"We shall see," the Rajah said; "I have always been unlucky, but I mean
to win this time."

"I don't think you take your losses much to heart, Rajah," General
Wheeler said; "yet there is no doubt that your bets are generally
somewhat rash ones."
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