The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1904-03-18

tom" Paul Clelaad was saying. These
turbulent Arabs seem 70 require q lit
tie blood-letting now and then; but
they are no match for European SOL
diery. The affair cannot be moro
than mere skirnish at most"
Adrienne Breynton's soft eyes met
Cleland's face for moment, and then
suddenly dropped.
lyon 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 it. They.
fight like men inspired All, l have
reason to know how they fightw
She sighed, but there was not any
thing deeper than gentle regret in
the sigh. Cleland had heard the story
OF now Oscar Breynton had been
hewed to pieces in mistake for an OBJ
noxlous officer by 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 BreyIton 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:
ana ! think there is no man who
would dare to say that we do wrong
in trying to free the Soudan from the
rule OF these barbarous, bloodthirsty,
massacreing hordes. confess to shar-
ing tho enthusiasm of the war spirit so
lar. l have made up my mind to so
on to Atbara, Mrs. Breynton."
a strange expression fitted sudden
~ over Adrienne Breynton's face. II,
was like a CULVER
You are not going to the dcsert?"
she asked, a little pantingly.
Yes. They require a doctor, and i
have offered my services. l am going
next week.
Adrlenne's white hand moved the
| fan it held to and fro gently. Cleland
could not see that her cheek was grad
aally growing as white as that hand.
You don't know the Soudan," she
said at last. in Il low tone. 1T has
killed our best and bravest men. 1t is
man-eater, sucking the life out of
strong men, not by battle or murder
OF sudden death, but by slow, ignoble
n ~
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. a
Il shall not think of it at ALL saio
Cleland. quietly. Others do not, and
why should I: 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 moment
Did Cleland notice it? 1t was not
likely. For two years only one WON
ans image had dwelt in Paul Gle.
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 a friendship, as for
| Adrienne Breynton
But the soft blush in Adrienne'.
face was not in response to respect or
admiration Or friendship.
"Why, tea is in, and we have taker,
no notice of it," she exclaimed the
next moment, as if to cover her mo-
mentary embarrassment II will pour
| you out cup, DR.. Cleland"
AS She crossed the room, her pale.
blue teagown falling in soft folds
around her. the door was opened q
servant announced Major Rayburn. y
and Mrs. Rreynton paused. and turned
towards the door to receive her second
guest.
! Cro be Continued)