The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1909-09-10

You're most lnCOuSIuoIot0' -'
been here three days, and now I'm 70
he sent back to Rabat, and shall have
RI meet that lordling after all. Can't
Won keep me a bit longer-till-tlll
he's gomez"
81 fear that cannot be-. have sworn
by Allah to deliver you up tonight
and
Eyes, yes, l know-you wouldn't
mind robbing a man, or killing one
for that matter. but you won't break
YOUR word. Well, I'll have to go, l
suppose, but l won't marry that lord
ling. I'd marry a niger sooner-or
even you"
THAT may not be. A true believer
may not wed with an inf1del, like
YOU"
Excuse me, you're the infidel, at
least 50 I've been taught to believe.
But then every religion treats rival
like the pot does the kettle"
And you are not fat enough to
marry"
"Ah! I'd forgotten. You fatten
your girls for marriasesas We do our
turkeys for Christmas. I shall have to
look elsewhere for q husband.
Il have another captive-an Eng
lishman, who is at your disposal. II
you really want a husband"
That's very kind of you, Kaid. Do
you make a practice Of giving men
away? If so, I've heap OF spinster
friends at home who'll be glad of an
introduction to you. What's the man
like-old and ugly?"
"No, he Is young, but most bias
phemous infldel. He called our prophet
a rotten impostor should have killed
him on the spot, only your English
government makes a great fuss about
such matters. Still, he shall suffer-
1 will marry him to you"
The girl laughed heartily at the
Moor's unconscious humor.
You're really too cruel" she said.
"No, I can't lend myself for such an
awful chastisement. Besides, l don't
want husband, only want an ex-
cuse for refusing the lordling. If l
married your captive, he might want
to follow me home. I'd like to see
him, though. Where Is he?"
The Kaid clapped his hands, an at
tendant entered, and the captive Eng
lishman was sent for.
Don't let him know I'm English,
Kaid. Say I'm French" said the girl.
arranging the mantilla she was wear
ing so that 1t partly hid her features.
"As you WILL" replied Mustapha,
as the Englishman, his arms bound
with stout cords, and struggling in the
grip of three brawny Moors. was
thrust roughly into the pavilion.
Half choking with suppressed rage
at the treatment he received, the man
strobe across to where the Kaid was
sitting, and, putting his face close to
the Moor's. Kissed out between his
teeth:
Look here, you Kafir, II there's
anything of the man about you, take
of these cords and I'll fight you and
any two others of your gang with any
weapons you like"
That's splendid" murmured the
girl Then, speaking aloud, with q
foreign accent, she added: "Oh, mon
sieur, you say-a bad word before
me-"
II beg your pardon, mademoiselle,
I didn't see you. But this old rogue
here would provoke a saint"
Il have found ze Kaid ,charmant"
Have you? Well. you must have
very queer TASTE" Then, turning to
Mustapha, he demanded: What have
I been sent for now?"
This Frankinsh maid has need Of q
husband. Will you wed herr
'T?"
If you agree, she will pay tho ran
som for your freedom" continued the
willy Moor, with leathery grin at
his own astuteness
"Eh?" exclaimed the girl sharply
1T Is but ESQ, my daughter"
"Oh!" And she nodded acquies-
cence.
The rites were performed accord
ing to the ritual of the church A
slight hitch occurred when the priest
asked the bride her name. She at first
declined to give 1t, then, finding she
must do so, she said twas Julie Fran
caise.
"Es? All, capital" cried the Eng
lishman. We'll make it an interna-
r. -
The priest smiled, but made no de-
muir. He was to be well paid. and
their real names were not his concern.
"And so you're going away to try
to find herr"