Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1901-06-08

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II insist, madame said Amanto1
Pasha, his eyes burning with anger
and the passion which possessed him.
"And why refuse me-? I love you be.
yond reason. have never loved as !
love you. Everything you can desire
shall be yours, Sophronia."
"CaH me madame" replied q beauti-
full woman. with face. Of classic pro-
file, surveying the almost frenzied
pasha with a cold contempt which ag-
gravated both his fury and his desire.
Il have already told you, pasha, that /
decline to share your affections with
the 80 or more estimable ladies Of your
harem."
'Then you have been playing with
me, madame" growled the pasta. ''You
have led me to think you were not in
different to me-. And here, in Illutza, /
am master, and you shall not leave II
lutza except to become my wife" Here
he took stride toward her as If he
would seize her there and then and
carry her off.
At1nC Cn4Cs~ 0Ac. SgOhc Al q AOWS
clear. rnmoved tone. "a step nearer,
and you are dead man. carry a re-
volver. I can hit the ace Of hearts at
20 yards. My nerve is good; my hand
is steady. Any violence, and the next
second Amantor Pasha is corpse"
He stood stock still. Her GOODNESS
Gained him, conquered his rage, but
infamed his admiration.
CAS- the English say, you are cool
hand" he remarked. To himself he
thought: II will have her now at all
costs. What bride for pasha! What
nerve! What resource! With her,
who knows, l might be grand vizier-
sultan even!'
And he was perhaps not far wrong.
Madame was Of many shifts. It was
she who in the great South African
war had been a spy Of fame. Courted.
by the highly placed and susceptible in
the British camp in various parts Of
South Africa, she had kept Paul Kru-
ger and Cronje and Christian De Wet
and Erasmus Informed of all that was
doing in the English army. Her ma
tionality was matter Of guesswork.
Some said she was French, others Rus
sian, but she was known as Madame"
par excellence.
Il will take my leave now, madame"
said the pasha, drawing his handsome
form up to it's full height, ''but you
shall marry me-"
"A very good morning to your excel
lency," said Sophronia Valoffsky, with
hooking nod, 'but shall not marry
you"
The pasha withdrew, with never
word more, and two minutes later
there was clatter Of horses on the
roadway as he and his staff gaIloped
off up the little street.
"Bah!" murmured Sophronia as she
peeped out at him through the jalou-
sizes. 'Not bad looking man either
and sits his horse well" Turning
from the window, Sophronia Valoffsky
contemplated her face and figure in
huge mirror which stretched from floor
to ceiling on one side of the apartment,
and then, snatching up leather head
ed baton, she struck smartly q large
gong. It was almost Immediately an
swered.
bring me my hooded fur cloak at
once, Iona" said madame, land cloak
yourself as well, for shall want you"
Madame went to a sideboard and
poured herself out a liqueur. while she
lit the daintiest Of dainty cigarettes.
She had not blown half dozen Whiffs
Of smoke when Iona returned and
quickly enveloped her mistress in the
warm cloak.
"sklavat2 is to be found today. 10
nap -
Eyes, gracious mistress: at the yeI-
low khan In the lower town"
Then conduct me there. No time is
to be. lost. MY liberty is threatened,
Iona, and may be gone from me at 4
any moment" AS she spoke Nine. Va
loffsky stepped toward the jalousie.
Hist, Lonal There il q body Of Turk
lsh soldiers coming down the hill es-
corting q closed carriage Bolt and 4
barricade the front door while run by
the back"
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