The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1904-05-14

ton, !. lznl eretaadt wns saying. -Ttess
turbuleut Arabs seeta Is require q lit
tie blood letting now and then; but.
they are no match for European SOL.
diery. The affair cannot be more.
than a mere akirmisal at most" T 4.s.#.
Adrienne Breynton's soft eyes met
Cleland's face for moment, and then
suddenly dropped, p -. #: Il
"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 ALI
the world will make men fight like
religious zeal, Doctor CIeland, and
they are intoxicated with it. They
fight like men inspired. All, 1 have
reason to know how they fghtv
She sighed, but there was not any
thing deeper than a 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 a horde of Shrek
ing, half-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
rible death.
Our cause is one Of justice and of
mercy" said Cleland, after a pause;
and think there isS no man who
would dare to say that we do wrong
in trying to free the Soudan from the
rule OF these barbarous, bloodthirsty,
massacre1ng hordes. I confess to shar-
ing the enthusiasm of the war spirit SO
tar. l have made up my mind to go
on to Atbara, Mrs. Breynton."
A strange expression fitted sudden
ly over Adrienne Breynton's face. 1t
was like CULVER.
You are not going to the desert?"
she asked, a little pantingly.
Eyes. They require a doctor, and I
have offered my services. I am going
next week."
Adrienne's white hand moved the
fan it held to and fro gently. Cleland
could not see that her cheek was grad
ually growing as white as that hand.
you don't know the Soudan," she
said at last, in low tone. *It has
killed our best and bravest men. It is
q man-eater, sucking the life out of
strong men, not by battle or murder
or sudden death, but by slow, ignoble
disease. Think of the days of weary
march through storms OF sand, be-
meath sweltering sun! And the
nights, sometimes icy cold, sometimes
hot and close as an oven. Think of
sickness there!" She shuddered.
Il shall not think of it at ALL" said
Cleland, quietly. "Others do not, and
why should I? could not stay here
and lead this life of ignoble ease
while others are bravely facing dan
ger or death. You would not think
the more of me for doing so, I am
sure, Mrs. Breynton."
A lovely color, soft and warm like
the blush of pale damask rose,
swept over her face for a moment.
! Did Cleland notice it? 1t was not
likely. For two years only one wom-
| ans image had dwelt in Paul Cle-
lands mind, and he had never even
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 friendship, as for
Adrienne Breynton.
But the soft blush in Adrienne'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, as if to cover her mo-
mentary embarrassment. Il will pour
you out a cup, DR.. Cleland"
AS she crossed the room, her pale
blue teagcwn falling in soft folds
around her, the door was opened. a
servant announced major Rayburn.
and Mrs. Breynton paused, and turned
towards the door to receive her second
guest.
(To be Continued.)