The Hattiesburg news. (Hattiesburg, Miss.) 1908-1917, 1909-10-09

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"Where's She Hiding from Your"
as 1t was narrated at the beginning OF
this tale, not dreaming that Van TORI
had perhaps met and talked with the
man who had played so large a part
in it, and to find whom Baraka had
traversed many dangers and over
come many difficulties.
1T sounds like the Arabian
Nights" said Mr.. Van Torp, as if he
found it hard to believe.
Exactly" assented Logotheti. "And
oddly enough, the first of those stories
is about Samarkand, which is not 50
far from Baraka's native village. 1t
seems to have taken the girl about a
year to find her way to Constantine.
pie, and when she got there she natur.
ally supposed that it was the capital
of the world, and that her man, being
very great and very rich, thanks to
her, must of course live there. So she
searched Stamboul and Pera for him,
during seven or eight months. She
lived In the house of a good old Per-
sian merchant, under the protection Of
his wife, and learned that there was
a world called Europe where her man
might be living, and cities called Paris
and London, where people pay fabu.
lous prices for precious stones. Per.
sian merchants are generally well-edu.
Gated men, you know. At last she
made up her mind to dress like man.
she picked up an honest Turkish man.
servant who had been all over Europe
with a diplomatist and could speak
some French and English as we'll as
Tartar, she got letter Of recommeii.
dalton to me from a Greek banker.
through the Persian who did business
with him. joined some Greeks Who
We're coming to Marseilles by sea- and
here she is. Now you know as much
as do. She is perfectly, fearless, and
as much more sure at herself than
any man ever Was, as some young
women can be in this queer world. Of
course. she'll never find the brute who
thought he was leaving her to be MUIR
dered by her relations, but if she ever
did, she would either marry him or cut
his throat"
Nice, amiable kind of GIRL" re.
marked Mr.. Van Torp, who remem-
bered her behaviour when he had re-
fused her proffered gift. That's very
interesting, Mr.. Logotheti How long
do you count on being in London this
time? Three or four days, maybe?"
Il dare say. No longer, fancy"
why don't you come and take din.
ner with me some night?" asked the
American. DAY after tomorrow,
perhaps. I'd be pleased to have YOU"
THANK you very much" Logotheti
answered. Since you ask me, see
no reason why | should not dine with
you, if you want me-"
They agreed upon the place and
hour, and each suddenly remembered
an engagement.
"By the way" said Mr.. Van Torp
without apparent interest, Il hope
Nine. Cordova is quite well? Where's
she hiding from you?"
Just now the hiding place is Bay
reuth. She's gone there with Mrs
Rushmore to hear 'Parsifal.' | be
lieve I'm not musical enough for that
so I'm rowing till it's over. That's my
personal history at this moment! AND
Miss Dome is quite we'll, l believe
thank you"
Il notice you call her Miss Dome
when you speak of her." said Val
Torp. Excuse me If l made a mis-
take Just now. I've always called hel
Nine. Cordova."
ut doesn't matter at ALL" answered
Logotheti carelessly, "but l believe
she prefers to be called by her owl
name amongst friends. Good-by til
day after tomorrow, then"
AT half after eight"
"Ah right-half-past-I shall re
member"
But at two o'clock, on the next da!
but one, Logotheti received a not,
brought by hand. in which Mr.. Val
TOrp said that to his great regret h,