New-York tribune., 1905-01-22

Dav famed out glOriOusly IN the sapphire Morocco
slv In the first young beauty Of the dawn forgot
that the pitiless heat must soon follow.
Even the six watchers set in the circle Of rock bv
the Moorish Chiefs orders found it difficult to appre-
hend fully what their prisoner would meet later on.
The captive himself lay at full length on tie white
sand fronting the dawn His wrists and ankles we're
firmly pinioned to stakes. only his head left freedom
His ewes undazzled as yet by the first hght-lances
gazed quietly the horizon line or turned quietly
on his guards
HE takes it with Indifference now. the vile mar-
derer" rnuttered the eldest Of the six but wait Til
the fury of the day bears down on him, till dust and
whirling sand choke him and ants crawl over him
the son Of an evil mOtherl
The sun mounted steadily. Long before mid
morning the guards sought shelter under the rock
ledpes whence they kept keen eye the captive
over whom the whirling sand already sitting as
the hot winds played htfuly across his helpless bOd or
r1ffed the golden brown curs his temples. c1rIs
whose almost feminine beauty compared oddly with
the powerful curves in his round neck and broad.
unprotected chest
Now and again the prisoner tried vainly to gain
relief bv moving his head to left right but The
torture by heat increased numerically, until the
day waxed in pitiless splendor, the lying almost
naked under its fire began to regret that he had
thrown himself the guards spears while he had
chance; for it now noon, and noon IN Morocco
better read of than felt Pain throbbed wildly Jet
heavily through his head-strong. relentless hammers
of suffering; pain burned IN his eyes, the world
red and strange.
Again he turned his head and opened his eyes IN
time to Sand-ScOTpIOn making toward his -e-
head The loathsOme insect stirred him 20 a sudden
unbearable agony to a senseless belief that # as
impossible that he, ROsford Hewitt, unal.. ,a
brush away a thing like that He wrenched fearfr
his ropes and the MoOrs laughed first his effor-. and
then at the sudden relaxation of exhaustion t-..l
followed.
He lay still, breathing in hot gasps, but only -.--
TALLY conscious and unaware of the scorpion r. .-
made a triumphant though harmless Pilgrirnaga ..--
him.
The release that he had accomplished faded int Tie
background. almost forgotten thing. He began "a.
be sure that it only IN his dreams who had
given Nora to her fathers arms, lying calmly and
coolly about his influence, while in the backgroa-I
the Moor like an avenging fate, waited with Narrowed
eyes.
Yes that had been only Hewitt of dreams. T.-
real Hewitt had been lying for centuries here upon
the sands. bound the desert dust and TO cree-r1
desert things Not to the real Hewitt could have been
given the gift of gallant sesurrender Had It been
so. he would have remembered, he would have been
uplfted by it, and NOra's exquisite face would
have changed grotesquey in this scarlet world where
even the rocks and the sand began run red under
the fierce rays.
The pain in his head already began to weave itself
into strange grotesque fances; for 1t the
cage with the breath of scorChing winds blowing
through the bars. But the sun and the moon and
dancing of scarlet IN the leaning heavens cried
and Knocked the Creator, because there prisoner
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