Rocky Ford enterprise., 1900-08-24

ton.' Paul Cleland was saying. These
turbulent Arabs seem to require lit
tie biood-letting now and then; but
they are no match for European SOL
diery. The a1air cannot be more
than a mere skirmish at most"
Adrienne Breynton's soft eyes met
cieisnd's face for moment. and then
suddenly dropped.
You do not know the fantastic der
Wish as do" she said, and her voice
was one OF the sweetest ever woman
possessed. There is nothing in all
the world will make men fight like
religious zeal. Doctor Cleland, and
they are Intoxicated with II. They
hsht like men inspired. All. have
reason to know how they hght.
She sighed. but there was not any
thins deeper than gentle regret In
the Sigh. Cleland had heard the story
OF how Oscar Breynton had been
hewed to pieces In mistake for an OBJ
noxIous officer by horde OF shriek-
Ing. haif-mad Arabs: but he had also
heard how his wife. beautiful and
good as she was, had been strangely
neglected by Breynton for years. and
he GUESSED that her grief must have
been less than her horror at his ter.
riblc death.
Our cause is one OF justice and OF
mercy" said Cleland. after n pause:
and l think there IL no man who
would dare to say that we do wrong
In trying TO free the Soudan from the
rule OF these barbarous. bloodthirsty.
mnssacre!ng hordes. confess to shar-
Ing the enthusiasm OF the war spirit SO
far. have made up my mind to go
on TO Atbara. Mrs. Breynton."
strange expression fitted sudden
iy over Adricnnc Breynton's face. IL
was like a CULVER.
You are not going 10 the dcscrt7"
she asked. n little pan;ingiy.
Yes. They require n doctor. and
have offered my services. ! am going
next week"
Adricnne's white hand moved the
fan II held to and fro gently. clcland
could not see that her cheek was grad
uaiiy growing as white as that hand.
You don't know the Soudan." she
said ut last. In a low tone. 1T has
killed our best and bravcst men. II Is
man-cater. sucking the life out OF
strong men. not by battle or murder
or sudden death. but by slow. ignoblc
disease. Think of the days OF weary
march through storms of sand. be-
meath n Swcl,crins SUM And tho
nights. sometimes Icy cold. sometimes
hot and close as an oven. Think OF
sickness thcrc!'' She shuddcrcd.
Il shall not think OF II ut ALL" said
clcland. quietly. Others do not, and
why should l? I could not stay here
and lead this life of isnoblc ease
while others are braycly facing dan
ger or death. You would not think
the more OF me for doing so. am
sure. Mrs, Brcynton.'
a lovely color. soft and warm like
the blush OF pale damask rose.
swept over her face for n moment.
Did clcland notice Il? 1t was no;
likely. For two years only one wom-
ans image had dwell, in Paul cia
lands mind. and he had never ever
imagined that any other could obtain
an entrance there.
Yet there was no woman for whom
he had so high respect. SO warm an
admiration, SO true a friendship. MS for
Adricnnc Breynton.
But the soft blush in Adricnne's
face was not in response to respect or
admiration or friendship.
why. tea is In. and we have taken
no notice of it," she exclaimed the
next moment. us II to cover her mo.
mentary embarrassment. Il will pour
you out cup. DIR. Cicland."
AS shc crossed the room, her pale.
blue lcagown falling in soft fold,
around her. the door was opened. o
servant announced Major Rayburn."
and Mrs. Brcynton paused. and turned
towards the door to receive her second
guest.
ITO be Continued)