The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1894-08-23

Latour smiled at his juniors indorse-
ment of his own view; but he spoke no
more until the Tombs were reached. and
blankets spread for the lady, on the very
spot where she had stood the previous
night. And soon after Lord Martindale
rode up to the spot. He was badly
wilted; and he rode ungracefully, though
safely, with short stirrups and a stoop-
ing seat.
$50 you found her, really" he said,
dlsmounting, to Latour and the Young
Turk Thanks! Awfully good of YOU
to take the trouble! Deuced hot ride
she must have had, thought As for Har-
ris, you know, I'll discharge the booby."
"The BOBBY acted like-a manr' Lady
Martindale said coldly, overhearing only
the last words, and Latour, awaking to
sudden anxiety as to their condition,
strobe off to the horses, leaving husband
and wife alone.
Lord Martindale did not greet his
spouse with much etfusion An Ameri.
can would have rushed upon her, and a
resounding kiss would have smacked on
the desert air. A Frenchman would
have clasped her to his breast, held her
OFT at arms length and scattered tn and
tot profusely about the ruined Tombs.
Lord Martindale loved Edith with an
ldolatrous worship, but her ever imperi-
GUS habit, with strange whims more ap.
parent of later months, had forced him
to the defensive. And now he only said
as he pulled his damp whiskers:
"Glad you are safe, my lady, really!
Deuced strange freak though, and rath-
er indicate, must say!"
A hot flush mounted to the woman's
face. Her eyes quickly assured her that
Latour was out Of earshot; and the
CLEAN in them grew cold as the ring in
her voice that answered.
at becomes the delicacy of the seven
tenth Lord Martindale to greet his
wife with reproach, after leaving it to
strangers to rescue her from deadly
peril.
deadly stufff responded his lord
ship, with more candor than courtesy.
"You've upset the garrison and made a
nasty mess, you know But where
peril comes in, can't see, reallyw
"Of course not; you rarely do seer'
the woman rejoined slowly. But it
was natural that there should be peril,
and equally natural that you-should
avoid it,
The Englishman's red face grew scarlet
at the unjust taunt but he controlled
himself by astrong effort as he answered.
edith! You know you do not mean
Precisely what Isay," she interrupted
quickly, but coldly. 81 was captured by
Arabs, torn from my horse, insulted!
God only knows what the end might not
have been, but for the-man who rescued
mer'
Over his lordship's face incredulity
anxiety, joy, rapidly chased each other
He made as if he would speak; but Won
der, replacing anger, kept back the words
"However my Lord Martindale," the
woman went on quietly, but with snee1
in the low voice, "you have to thank him
for more than that. Had he not come
the Arabs would have made you-pay
ransom!"
The man caught quick breath and
stared at her second before the cruel
force Of the insult struck him. Then the
red surge swept over his face again
dropping suddenly out of it and leaving
him CHASTITY pale. But he raised his
head with quiet dignity, and only said:
Enough of this, Lady Martindale."
Il am charmed that you agree will
me-for once" she answered in a voice
that might have spoken society common
place in Vanity Fair. "Indeed. there
has been not only enough, but too much
Of this-as ] have urged when suggest
ing a separation. When I urged this
before you called it a whim But it il
to your interest to listen now You have
said that my indelicacy compromises
you here. You had best be careful tina
more than thatdoes not compromise yor
before-your peers! Col. Latour!'-shC
raised her voice, calling quietly ant
cneertuTly, Lord Martlndale thinks W.
should not detain you longer, and l an
quite rested now"
The Englishman spoke no word. H
lifted his wife courteously, even tender
ly, to the improvised saddle To Latour'
query about his side of the quest, tn
peer replied:
"Struck the Shoubra road and coul
see no living thing; headed north again
when a tall Arab rode toward me fror
this direction, you know. The begga
was making signals. Couldn't speak an
language, you see; but his pantomin
would have slammed Drury Lane, really
Why, he actually asked if / was loolin
for lady and groom; and before
could answer told me they had ridden t
the Shoubra palace. SO off l gallope
one way and he the other"
"Clever rascals, these Beduoins," L.
tour said with smile. THAT was tn
same fellow saw at the Tombs; but h
took me for native"
"Sharp dodge, though" his lordshi
said. And | gave the beggar a liberi
bachschisch, too"
"What pity"
The words were naturally spoken; BIT
Lady Martindale gave one quick flash {
her eyes into her husbands that bowie
him out of the conversation until the
reached the hotel entrance. Then Ii
tour said to the lady:
Glow wonderfully you have borne til
heat, fatigue and danger. And yo
have eaten nothing since
He interrupted himself to throw HI
arm suddenly around her. Lady Ma
tindale, with perversity truly feminine
had reeled in her saddle rs he spoke; an
he caught her just as she slid from it
a dead faint.
81 can carry her" Lord MartindaI
said, bluntly, springing from his horst
He took her in his arms as though sh
were an infant, but with the TENDERNESS
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