Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-05-15

good I've won out!''
The Kad smiled. and the American OBJ
serving it, asked:
What are you laughin' at?''
" Because promises are the cheapest thing
with his Majesty and-well we shall see!''
CHAPTER x.
THOSE who lived in the Garden of Fate had
L a season of inaction which extended over
two weeks; for the Kaids interests kept him
in Fee and his proposed trip to the turbulent
interior was deferred. 1t was time, however.
filled with subtle changes and little events
which, although outwardly of no Importance,
were destined to decide many things The
Kaid's face was less grave than it had been; it
had softened in some of its lines and his eyes
smiled more frequently than before. The Con-
sul's daughter. on the contrary. had become
less radiant than of old laughed less frequently,
told stories with less zest and found the ride
ulous or humorous side of happenings more
rarely. A certain seriousness had crept into
the lines of her forehead and she appeared
usually thoughtful.
others but little. having become obtuse through
his own brooding. He had taken to spending
more time away from the garden. and had
rambled through the old city and the new.
until it seemed to him that he knew every
alleyway. every path. and every street and
could chart them.
He passed whole days in mastering the
Arabic tongue. and. having a natural facility
for languages, had come to understand nearly
all that he heard
The English girl made the situation more
difficult for him by bestowing confidence
and serene trust, reading in him those charac-
teristics which her brother. the peer, had so
admired. Her reserve had melted as his had
grown, until she had no hestancy in letting
him have long glimpses into her mind. reveal
ing day by day great depths and lofty ideals
Accusing himself of neglect and unworthi-
ness. he strove to be more attentive to Char
lotte, giving her attentions he had never be-
fore thought of and being more solicitous for
her happiness than ever before And all
these she accepted in the belief. more securely
established, that she alone could make him
happy. Once she had gone carelessly along
believing that he had no more than brotherly
affection for her; but now she was convinced
that she had been mistaken in her estimate of
his regard. She did not divine that his mind
was in such turmoil that could he have done
so he would have fled from Fee to try and
scourge his affections into submission, nor
did she know that he regarded Morocco as a
volcano the of eruption and felt bound
to stay for the protection of those he loved
and to fight for them if need be. And so. of
them all, the two who went ahead In the great
est happiness and most blissful ignorance were
the Hon. Bob and the Kaid, the former feeling
that his important statecraft was being reward
ed. and the latter reveling in the companion
ship of the only girl he had ever met who could
make his pulses throb and teach him a senti-
ment he had never known.
The other actor in the slowly eliminating
drama was none other than Buhammei. who
more and more. despite their feeling toward
him. had encroached upon the stage with an
insidious persistence that was disarming.
Never day passed that the Moor did not
call at the Consulate, and usually with some
pretext that made it almost impossible to
deny him audience in the Garden of Fate. to
whose history he had never referred since
that night when he had told its tragic story.
Invariably the morning found his dragoman.
the stately Arab who had accompanied him
on that excursion to Mount Zalag, at their
door. Now it was with bouquet of rare flow
ers. now with package of Moroccan sweet
meats. or again with package of magazines
from that outside world which seemed so far
and yet with which he had incomprehensible
communication.
Frequently he brought presents to the Con-
sul's daughter; but they were Of such nature
that she could scarcely decline to receive
them. A quaint amulet from beyond the Atlas.
the gay clasp of woman's gown with crude
beading and old silver bangles which shone in
the dusk like pearls an antique ring with
curious history. tiny carved box that had held
cosmetics for some beauty of forgotten ha-
rem; never of great value intrinsically, yet
always interesting and rare; never suggest
i've of anything beyond friendship. yet be-
tokening constant thought.
TT was just as the shadows of evening were
falling over the Garden of Fate and the Hon