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

no strong glare of light and wondered vaguely
wishing to remain unknown. And yet Buhammei's
explanation had been smlngly given that he felt
himself in the wrong for attributng an evil motive
to everything the man did. Charlotte had drawn up
abreast of the Moor and chattering galy and he
found himself in company with Miss Clarke. who rode
thoughtfully and had little to say. He felt desire
to draw her into conversation and commented
her horsemanship.
"Oh she replied looking at him with candid eyes,
Il have ridden nearly all my life. Not you Amer
leans ride. perhaps, because galloping so diff
ferent. We to jumpers, you know. and cross
country work Have you noticed that Mr.. Buham-
mel rides like Arab? See how high his stirrups
angles!''
that who claimed to have passed his
whole life in Paris should have the saddle seat pecu
liar to his forefathers. He wondered if some such
thought had not entered the English girls mind;
but if her face did not betray it. They came to
a more travelled section and were again driven to
single file as they passed small numbering caravans
of camels, Moors and Arabs on horseback and lines
of countrymen and women struggling into the city
with sweating donlSeys laden with produce. Some
of the women had children strapped to their backs
with scarfs and found difficulty in shrouding their
faces as they approached the foreigners.
They needn't take so much trouble on my &C
count" the officer laughed to Miss Clarke: but she
did not catch the jest which pertained to particular
ugly Of perhaps thirty years of age whose dis
torted wrinkled face bore every sign of hatred
answered. and, after all, she has virtues that
her own
Which are?"
She is m 1s%m5;,
She obeys the injunctions of her
Igion."
)MA 'You cannot believe otherwi e. she
II - said looking at him in amazement. You
II certainly do not think that to fill our niche
] in life as best we may is to be without
II some merit?"
'Ah." he replied, II did not believe you
so serious that your views of life were of
such prosaic trend
and then looked up at him again: II try.
Captain Whitney, she said to hold sane
views and endeavor to suppress sentiment
And yet you religious?"
He was ashamed of his words before
they completed, because they
sounded agnostic but they were meant
only as a challenge. She looked at him
gravey and made no reply. He felt that
he had been given chilling reproof. and
would have said more; but compelled
to drop behind again. they
more debouching into tortuous alleyway
which twisted and turned as if weaving
its part in pattern composed OF maze
of streets.
HE did not have another opportunity to
"A talk tc her until BY devious route
they came co the street leading out to the
city walls through the Gate of Lions.
Between castellated walls and crumbling
watch towers, high and traplike, they
approached the venerable port whose gray
battemented crown had given footho1d to
masses of growing weeds and half starved
palm tree which struggled for life between
two openings leading up from a crevice.
~ His mind was drawn from their pre-
e1& vious conversation by the sight of the
sss2 soldiers who stood guard without, loung
ing around in the spots of shade. in
caftans of many colors, their green grd1es
holding daggers with broad curves. and