The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1901-03-14
. An Adventure in Algeria
By VIM. Murray Graydon.
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DAKL HAMhAtn spIedu tue a'ias
n vide open on his desk. Here you
are" he said. 'The valley from which
ron shall take the first rich pickings,
Il ALI goes well. Hitherto it has been
regarded as inaccessible; no human
hand or foot dared to tempt its perils
until last month, when Baron kirsh,
the intrepid SPORTSMAN
Il know him by repute," interrupted
Matthew Quin, who had just returned
from New Guinea. "And he"
"He was looking for big game, and
emerged in the valley, and was there
for few hours. He tells me that the
place abounds with wonderful birds.
panthers, boar, smaller animals and
perhps lion or two that have wan
dered down from the Atlas
1T sounds all right" said Quin.
AWhat we want is a concession, and l
think | can get it from the present
governor of Milianah, Gen. Changar-
nier."
A fortnight later Quin was beneath
sunny Algerian skies. He stood one
morning by the battlemented wall
that surrounds Milianah, looking down
into a dizzy gulf. Behind him the little
valley town, its white walls contrast
ing yividly with the green gardens.
To drink the native wine and to
smoke the sweet native tobacco, to chat
with French soldiers and fezzed Arabs
that was all Quin had to do at pres
ent. For he waited the return of Gen.
thangarnier from Oran, and mean
while he passed as a simple English
tourist, on pleasure and sightseeing g
bent
Another person, who had come there
oefore Quin, shared that part of the
parapet. He stood about 20 yards
aWay-a lean, wiry man. with a ragged
Daek beard, with yellow skin drawn
tightly over high cheekbones. He was
reading a letter, which he presently
tore to fragments and dropped into the
gulf below him.
Inc shower of paper auttered down
like snowiakes, spreading wider and
"laer apart. One bit, as chance would
nave 1t, was snatched by puff OF
WIND and sucked for many yards along
l0e face of the cliff, until finally il
aaaoed on top of the parapet, in front Of
laln's very eyes.
ne stared incredulously at the
stamped eesign-a purple giraffe -
which the three-cornered fragment
oore. His face darkened with sudde1
aaAiety and suspicion. He gazed a
.he oi.s OF paper floating below him
ana then glanced quickly round il
ame TO see the stranger disappear from
the wall.
syiVa's fgure!" he muttered. ST
ae Is really here shall need to be Gun
h'ng and vigilant."
Inc discovery threatened seriou
.smpications. The purple giraffe wa
e tfaoe-mark of a rival firm of will
rasuiai dealers-Moss & Crawley. O
liverpool, and Antonio Silva was thei
n'. lie was Portuguese, an un
1upulous and treacherous fellow, an
.e 'han once in the past he ha
a'eheo craft for craft with Quin, VIII
aaiiy came off best, and had thu
surfed the others bitter hatred.
yum sought long and vainly for tn
man who had destroyed the letter o
parapet. Night had fallen when h
r. aised back, and as he was pickin
across the dark sok, Or ma rke
naee' TO take the steep road to Mil
saaa' cloak was thrown over HI
-: asaa from behind and frightened abor
cry. i0 n'a nc ho ou
: was dragged short distance to
~ OF gunny-bags, where his lin,
~ az ued with cords and a gag WI
e.a' ast between his teeth. Then. IL
saA sssa having been removed from h
i a. ne round himself in the presen,
4 ioar greasy, sinister-faced Arabs
is. lowest class, who proceeded to r,
es,.s, of everything on his person. i
lung Baron kirsh's chart. Three
s. a. ainahs presently went away. lea
me fourth to keep guard over II
'hy be was detained. now that b