The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1894-08-09

At the entrance of the Hotel dOrient
Lady Martindale dismounted from her
horse with easy grace The hand she |
rested on Latour's was steady and cool,
and her voice was softly clear as she
said:
81 shall not attempt to thank you for
this ride. Lord Martindale will be
home soon. Good nightr'
Neither she nor the man turning away,
as though III dream, took note of
tall dusky form, wrapped in long
| bournous, that skunk in the shadow OF
the palms opposite. Nor had they noted,
as they rode rapidly homeward through
the Babel assr, that this Arab glided
out from the gateway, running swiftly
and noiselessly behind in shadow of the
houses. Now he stood motionless against
a tree, but his black eyes glittered as
they caught the fash of the solitaires
upon her hand and ears.
The waiting orderly led off the horses.
Latour, still without a word, turned
toward the Ezbekieh; but, listening only
to the voices within him, he did not
catch the one word muttered again by
the Arab:
"Bukaran'
Hour after hour was called from the
minarets, and long past midnight Adrlen
Latour was trying to think, but IN reality
only acting over and over the strange
short hours Of that evening.
No prude was he; still less fop, but
: woman's ever quick acceptance of his
/ approaches taught him that he was at
tractfve beyond the average of men. Blu
above all had he ever held to that hlgh
y chivalrous sense Of honor belonging tt
his race for centuries. Nor had it beel
belittled by one act of any Of the stated.
@ men who had looked down upon HI
e childhood from the walls of madame
d salon.
II The busy events of the past ten days
their elimination that night, the ting
n ling thrill of successful so dazed HIN
g that he could not force his mind to clea
h discussion of the present, And the NOR
"a he struggled to compel it to the outcom
of the immediate future all the more dl
I'd it resent coercion and raise the past b'
it fore him.
S, Again Edith Van der Huysen strolle
e! with him round "Flirtation;" again J
llf sat with her in the garden of Rose vii
Scraps of conversation, careless bits
badinage, came back clearly, full freigh
'e ed with meaning now. He had lnde'
been blind, as she told him! He sa
an himself as
. One whose hand,
tor Like the base Indian, threw pearl away
~, Richer than all his tribel
And how faithful had been that 10
7 to seek him after all those years
mr. friendship-to find friendship too tai
afe progeny for it, even in its age-to swe
aside habit, reserve, fear-even her vo
re- at the altar!
m And, as is mans way, he analysed
Sc feelings, not his own. Not once did
nod ask himself how he loved this womi
on if the hot rush ofpassion surging throu
,ph him from pressure OF her hps
h higher, because stronger, feeling thai
ten hundred fancies he had reared one we
1np only to bury under the safety of
ure next.
,act When at last, fevered but Wearleu,
till threw himself upon the divan the drea
bis that visited his first fitful sleep rever
,wn the tenor of his waking visions
,ine Beautiful alluring, dazzling, &c
soft would stretch her arms 10 niin
his ever, as he reeled toward her, dizzy "
passion, the face would change to
-, stony. fathomless one Of the Sphinx,
He sightless eyes looking beyond b
own Then the voluptuous form would me
90 into the one he had last seen under
y tho orange trees of the Creole garden,
, "a scornful lips upbraiding:
,,,, "She knew | loved you then;
rr;1d knew it; my husband knew it, to
,tlad cost! You-only you-would not k
it,"
,nas He still lay, half dressed, upon tn
'nus' van after the sun had long slipped
''''''' above the Eastern desert, suddenly
-, ~, ever does in Egypt. Now changed
- rrddv orange, it gilded the domes o.
~" as citadel. the mnarets Of Cairos four
Lar drcd mosques, and warmed the
:, lie lis shade of the Mokattam hills. Sud-
II 'i'' he was reused by a heavy footstel
\ lend voice at his side. Lord Ma
WI % dale stood there with flushed face,
g, ,nhod ing in IL voice strident from e'
ring. ment:
s''e' "Odd hour. know, to beat you
IA an No time for ceremony, you KNOW