Connecticut western news., 1903-05-07


 A Dutch Picture ~HE Sudan campaign and Dick
 broken head had been some
 months ended and mended,
 and the Central Southern syn dicate had paid Dick a certain sum on account for work done, which work they were careful to assure him was not altogether up to their standard. Dick heaved the letter into the Nile at Cairo, cashed the draft in the same town and bade warm farewell to Tor penhow at the station.
 'T am going to lie up for awhile and rest" said Torpenhow. T don't know where 1 shall live in London, but if God brings us to meet, we shall meet Are you staying here on the off chance of another row? There will be none till the southern Sudan is reoccupied by our troops. Mark that. Goodby, bless you. Come back when your moneys spent and give me your ad- dress"
 Dick loitered in Cairo, Alexandria, Ishmailia and Port Said - especially Port Said. There Is iniquity in many parts of the world, and vice in all, but the concentrated essence of all the in- iQuities and all, the vices in all the con- tinents finds itself at Port Said. And through the heart of that sand bor- dered hell. where the mirage flickers all day long above the Bitter lakes, move. if you only wait, most of the men and women you have known in this life. Dick established himself in quarters more riotous than respectable. He spent his evenings on the quay, and boarded many ships, and saw very many friends-gracious Englishwomen with whom he had talked not too wise ly in the veranda of Shephard's hotel, of the contract troopships employed in the campaign, army officers by the score and others of less reputable trades.
 He had choice of all the races of the east and west for studies, and the ad- vantage of seeing his subjects under the influence of strong excitement at the gaming tables. saloons, dancing heIls and elsewhere. For recreation there was the straight yista Of the ca nal, the blazing sands,-cne procession of shipping anl the white hospitals where the~ english soldiers lay. Dick stros'e-to pen down in black and white Aad colors all that Providence sent him, and when that supply was ended sought about for fresh material. Ii was a fascinating employment, but ii ran awaF with his money, and he had drawn in advance the f120 to which he was entitled yearly.
 ''Now l shall have to work or starve, '' thought hd and was>aaIresang him. self to this new Eate when ILe mysteri. ous telegram arrived from Torpenhow in England which said: Come back quick. You E>Ee caught on. Come" A large smile oversTread his face. "so soon! That's good hearing," said he to himself There will, be an orgy A4cnjsht. I'll stand or fan by my luck. Faith, it's~-a.. 2. came?' He deposited half of his funds in fE>iIs2ds of his well known friends, M .f1o T.. A Bt nat. and ordered himself Zanziba dance of the finest. NJ. Binat was shah Ing with drink, but madame smile, Eympathetically.
 Monsieur needs a chair, of course and of course monsieur will sketch Monsieur amuSes himself strangely" Binat raised a blue-white face fron cot in the inner room "I under stand,'' he quavered. We all knoy monsieur. Monsieur is an artist, as have been.'' Dick nodded. Tn tn end" said Binat with gravity, mon sieur will descend alive into hell, as have descended" And he laughed.
 You must come to the dance too, said Dick. II shall want you"
 For my face? I knew it would b, so. For my face? And for my degrada ton so tremendous. I will not. Take him away. He is a devil. Or at leasr do thou, Celeste, demand of him more , The excellent Binat began to kick and scream.
 "Al things are for sale in Port Said, 3 said madame. If my husband comes 1t will be so much more. Eh, 'ow you call-'alf a sovereign"
 The money was paid, and the mad dance came off that night in the walled courtyard at the back of Mime. Binat's house. The lady herself, in faded mauve silk always about to slide from her yellow shoulders, played the piano and to the tinpot music of a western waltz tie Zanzibar girls danced furi- ously by the light of kerosene lamps
 Binat sat upon a chair and stared with eyes that saw nothing till the Mhirl of the dance and the clang of the hHftiin0 niano stole into the drink that