The Washington herald., 1908-06-07

ting out in the waters. where the At
lantic hobnobbed with the Mediterranean,
and Tangier. like city of the mirage
showed hazy in the middle distance
Most thoughtful of our host 20 select
such a charming spot for our visit.
wasn't it?'
wait till you come 10 pay the board
BILL Lady Donoyle," answered Miss Sid
combe, dejectedly. And the worst Of
it is. even when the ransom is forth
coming, Zidan is such scoundrel he
may still keep up. or send us back in
serial form"
MY dear girl You abuse Muley Zidan
because you have never been married
He's not half as bad as some husbands.
I wonder where all the men have gone
to-there are only a couple of the pic
turesque dears guarding the entrance OF
the glen"
Here they come backr' announced
Lady Kitty. as a distant shouting come
to their ears and two hOrsemen galloped
into sight, waving their long, clumsy
muskets. their burnouses floating pic
| turesquely about them. Five minutes
afterward the little alley was full OF
Zidans followers. guarding six detected
men, looking like stage tourists, FIVE Of
whom were so obviously III at ease IN
their clothes that they would have i'm
posed on no one but a simple Moorish
briGand.
"Why-its Mr.. ~Vandraken, mammal
cried Lady Kitty. and she started to-
ward him: but Vandraken. looking star
tied and surprised. cut her dead, and,
while she gazed ar him in dismay. wink
ed knowingly, and passed on.
And that was how Lady Kitty and Van
draken met again, after nearly two years.
AS Dashmore had foreseen. they we're
not bound, aid during the evening he
managed 10 communicate to Lady Do
noyle the plans for their rescue, and in
formed them that, having twice broken
faith before, Zidan could not be depended
upon 10 abide by a ransom where women
were concerned.
Dashmores plans worked out like a
proposition OF Euclid When he appeared
next morning with the mules. laden with
specie, and six tired drivers. II aroused
no suspicious in the minds Of the brig
ands, for the first mule really was laden
with specie; and while the brigands were
enthusiastically handling il he shot Muley
Zidan dead with his revolver Being a
marvellous shot. he bagged four more brig
was the signal for all hands TO grab the
axes and sail IN.
! Most OF the bandits came straight for
the prisoners, and II Vandraken ana his
men had not ragged around with their
axes. in Bersek fury, they would have
taken their revenge; but Vandraken,
| fighting like a Dervish. held his own till
| Dashmore smashed his way through to
them.
! Numbers were all in favor Of the Moors.
but the loss OF their leader. and the dread
OF an unknown death with which the
axes filled them. broke their nerve: for
being chopped down like trees, or split
| like kindling. had never been contem-
/ plated when they went into the brigand-
| age business.
How long that fight lasted. none OF the
/ participators ever knew; and the specta-
tors had been relieved Of their watches.
/ so they couldn't time IT, Dashmore
| thought about five minutes; Miss Sid
| combe thought about FIVE hours
! Any one who has ever been in a hand
to-hand fight knows that It cannot be
| described by rounds. ike a prize fight.
! To Nandraken. IT consisted OF a little
] separate lifetime. when the world looked
| red. and had no solid foundation: a time
when the desire 10 kin became stronger
/ than the desire TO live-a feeling that he
must always keep his body between a
girl who seemed to belong to him and the
/ sea Of weapons which threatened her:
time when the veneer Of civilization
peeled of. and left him q primitive man.
/ nghting for his mate. He knew that al
one, time they were being overwhelmed
by sheer weight, and then heard the
cheer Of the reserves, charging into the
fray. hacking down the enemy from the
rear.
To Lady Kitty IL was sometimes an
impressionist picture. in which a sea OF
weapons flashed IN the sunlight. falling
and rising, In waves Of steel. on a world
Of dust; and sometimes clearer. ike a
kaleidoscope. wherein she saw mems faces.
snarling with hatred, blown about like
the leaves IN the wind. eddying off the
rim Of the fight in little struggling groups
and then being sucked back into the
I shrieking vortex
There are as many roads TO a woman's
heart as there are to heaven, and perhaps