The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1894-07-26

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Lato,r took the scroll, examining the
seal before he dnSlCered.
the canal, with its artificial harbor; the
excellence of the lunch in prospect, and
the GOODNESS of the return by midnight
of the same day.
''Sir Roger is going, and we count on
the pleasure of your company also, Col
Latour," Mr.. Usseler added.
"You are very good" Latour answer
ed, waking out of reverie in time to
save his politeness. "But l am daily
expecting an embassy from refractory
and very powerful sheik, and must re-
main at my post to receive it."
Sir Roger had said goodnight; the
party was moving toward the hotel, the
banker still clinging to the peer, and
leaving Edith to follow with Latour.
She had not spoken since her husband
joined them. Neither did he feel like
talking those nothings which go for con-
versation at such times. The past had
COllc W It'll az IlO "Ollldi WOIuS.
| They had swept across his memory as
the acid sponge sweeps over the palimp-
sest, and the characters of the dead long
ago stood out clear, strong, and with
new meaning now. Again he was the
callow cadet. untutored in the worlds
ways and in woman's. Again he wan
dered round Filtration" with a soft
| pressure on his arm and soft voice in
his ear; with strange, deep eyes search
ing his.
At the hotel Mr.. Usseler left them,
with elaborate observation of Providence
for pleasant dreams.
Then Lady Martindale spoke for the
first time, but in voice so low that it
could not have reached her husband,
striking fusee on the bottom step
"Can You forgive my seltishness in re-
calling the past?"
Her eyes were raised to his In the
moonlight they shone a fathomless black,
and she dropped them quickly as he an.
swered low:
Forgive! Do you know what owe
you for the present."
"Have a smoke as you Walk" Lore
Martindale broke in cheerily. Not hall
bad these, you know; some my cousiI
Hoyne-Cecil has from Cuba BY
George awfully stupid of me really, bu
| quite forgot that an old friend o.
yours
st is dreadfully late, Lord Martin
dale" his lady said in her best societ,
tone, land we have monopolized Col
Latour all day"
Eyes, so we have, really" responded
her husband. Have light. But
really forgot to mention that at Hoyne
Cecils in London and constantly at Pari
we saw
Really, my lord" Edith again brok
in, rather hastily this time, ''you shoul
defer your story for daylight. am sur
Col. Latour must need congo after hi
long tour of duty with us today. Goo
night"
She extended her ungloved hand. L
ested in his no second longer than tn
tyict limit of form, but there was tina
IN the touch which thrilled the strony
: man like electricity as he strobe Off int
the shadows Of the palm trees.
4 Reaching his quarters he stood long a
! the window, gazing out toward the dir
shadow of the distant Sphinx. And as h
g turned and threw himself upon his be
+ he muttered:
"She spoke truly Of the statue; woma
$ is the riddle of the ages"
e But early next morning his adjutar
S exported that the embassy Of Shei
} Abou-Ali had appeared, a small body {
Bedouin horsemen, who had pitche
o tents some three miles south Of the city
: but made as yet no sign.
!, Knowing the Arabs way Latour toe
. his morning tub and coffee with unusu
:, dispatch, heard morning reports and
J. dered the days routine. The Arab mig
o arrive at any moment-might delay h
q visit even for days. But he had scarce
v finished his work when a noble lookil
7, Bedouin rode alone and slowly to Il
gate and looked around with curio
" carelessness of novel surroundings TIL
a he dismounted from his magnificent d.
7, ert mare, strobe past the sentry witho
20 note of his carry" and was ushered in
T. the commanders presence.
Iy For moment the Arab stood like
~ statue his white bournous drawn close
E. about his tall figure, the soft folds of
I'd ample white turban marking inc
y strongly his dark bronzed face and Ike
thin features. An old man certainly,
r, was erect and agile as Il youth, his III
e- tread and digniiied port marking
w warrior At length the Arab saluted
er placing the back of his open hand up
ed his brow and lips, not adding the me
effusive gesture often used Of pressing
ry also upon his heart.
at Latour saluted courteously and IN
ut lence, motioning his visitor to 81
upon the divan. Then the servi
II, brought coffee in egg shell porceli
ID cups, and the chibouque-ghi swift
filed the bowls of pipes with the fragri
n. Latakieh tobacco. At last the Al
Il" spoke
is, "Salaam aliekoum?" c'Peace be W
lis theerO he said gravely. The or
all Sheik Abou-Ali sendeth greeting u
of Ismail Pasha, viceroy of Egypt, VIII
"a warrior thou art. | am his messeng
lily Mohammed- ben Zizi, sheik of the BE
ose Ali"
he peace be with thee, also" Latour
piled in Arabic. at is well; and tn
led D sheik, art welcome. We will sp
further of thy message from the gr
Sheik Abou-Ali, whose name is v
known to me-"
Nothing have to speak of with Il
o warrior replied the Arab. sedat
M 81 am but the bearer of this writing
ned the hands of Ismail, the grandson