Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-05-01

Atlas Mountains. He comes of the Sherifs
Fieli. Tho originated in the Province of Tablet.
which is the very borders of the desert.
And for more than two hundred and fifty
years the throne has always been occupied by
Fileli."
He spoke with something of pride. which
made the officer doubt whether he was an en-
envy of the ruling race and caused him to ques-
ton mentally what Buhammei's idea of Moroc-
can conditions was.
Il can't see from nv limited knowledge of
the country he said, where the Sultan
makes any grave errors: but do not profess to
know anything of affairs
The Moor looked at him though wishing
to know whether the American had any Interior
motive in his remark, and apparently decided
that he had not. He answered quite at ease.
The errors of Muley Mohammed'' he said.
ARE of the faith, inasmuch he adopts ways
of the unbelievers and also of omission This
is time. Captain. when a nation must be able
to fight and show its power before it can COM
his capacity for war;
But how can he?" the officer asked half
absenty. his mind still over the crest of the
mountain.
What would you do if you were Sultan.
Mr.. Buhammei9"
The Moor faced him so quickly that the
American thought he had offended him and
laughed at. again looked down at the city
across the plains and out toward the distant
blue peaks Dick. in his interest. resolved to
dismiss the murder from his mind
. should tax every foreigner who came into
Morocco" the Moor answered slowly, and
permit no unbeliever permanent residence.
] should take from the Jews the riches they
have taken from the people ! should make
religion paramount and hold the unbelievers
off. should allow no foreigner to participate
in anv way in the affairs of the country
His eyes were cleaning, and he had spoken
with unnecessary fervor. He caught the
American start of surprise and pulled himself
together. turning his speech into the common
place by an abrupt change. He laughed in
rather an easy way and went on
Now see what you have provoked me into
saying but it is hard for you to imagine what a
Moor and a follower of the Prophet must feel.
in small danger. any of you, of being taxed.
plain gentleman of private and small means
who ha; passed much of his life IN Paris and
London should really have no view concerning
his country. He should do like all the Others
do-let it 90 to the dogs"
HE ficked the ash from his cigarette with
- long. slow moving fingers, and appeared un-
interested in anything that had been said, or
even in pursuing the topic any further He
was calm and motionless and leaned back in a
graceful attitude, appearing for the moment a
refined type of the cosmopolitan boulevardier.
There was nothing about him suggesting man
of action or deep feeling but rather an ultra
refinement that would prevent him from ever
doing anything more than he had done in the
time the foreigners had known him.-loiter
here and there attend balls and operas. drink |
tea in the afternoons. and apparently have no
serious m ,tive in life or its doings. The Amer |
lean thought him anomaly, and concluded
that the Sidi Sulevman affair was in no wise |
connected with him. Yet he was convinced |
that this man. whose ordinary talk was the |
light speech of the salon. was capable of strip
ping off mask and stepping boldly out in |
tragic form. He wished he would talk more of |
his country but the Moor instead began the |
whimsical recountal of Partisan experience, |
mentioning names that were familiar to the |
two girls but unknown to the officer.
Come, he said at the conclusion of his |
story hadn't we better returnf
He leaped to his feet with stealthy agility !
and extended his hand to Miss Marshall and |
assisted her to rise. and she still laughing at the
recollection of his tale. stood beside him draw !!
ing on her gloves. Dick offered to help tie |
English girl to her feet; but she either did not |
see his hand or declined aid. and stood erect |
tucking back wisps of hair which had been |
blown across her face by breezy gust which |
swirled across the top Of the peak. Her face.
was tri1e flushed. and she gave The officer |
feeling that she was annoyed about something. |
but too self contained to say ANYTHING. He was |
in the rear as the party headed down the hill
again, and in his curiosity over all that had |
taken place in conversation almost forgot the |
men of the mountains who had been around |