Arizona republican., 1912-03-18
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Copyright, 1910, by the Pearson
 Publishing Co.)
By ELEANOR STUART.

His face went white under the glar- ing thatch of his deep red hair, but a smile woke in il and after few mo- ments of bewildered joy. he drew to- ward him an ornate and massive ink pot and rusty. spluttering pen. With out a moments consideration he wrote on a bit of note paper in his pedantic, ovcr-careful script:
 'SYBILS I've house as well as
 heart to offer you now, and
 thousand pounds a year. For to-
 day-some Evsngelic impulse hay
 ing stirred the earthly powers
 I've been made Commissioner Of
 this backwater of barbarism. Will
 you come out 10 me instanter? l
 think you will. | hope you will
 no. I believe you will. Tipi is
 better place than this in climate
 and-Inshallah, we shall dwell
 there.
 CALVIN, MD.
 "N. B. love you
 "P. s If you start on receipt of
 this you'll be arriving April first.
 but don't deal me an April Fools
 Paradise I want all the aSSur-
 ances you can send me of good
 faith"
 Still dazed at the fulfllment of his dream. he touched Sybil's unopened letter because she had once touched it. and gave free rein 10 all hopes his common sense had held so long in check. Its d wonderful thing he said. that good fortune leaps into
 al ceased 10 believe in happiness
 He heard the slap of naked, native feet, hurrying along his tiled corridor. X young Scmali stood in the arch or his doorway. bearing himself insolent- ly as Somalis do He was slim and taut as a fddle-string. and was finger ing his prayer beads busily with sal low hands. Interrupting his devOtions, he spoke with a thick voice in vile Arabic:
 "A lady. an English lady. comes from the steamer 10 speak with you. She is here DOW
 Bring her in" Calvin cried, bring her in here
 Bultak put bis beads about his arm and fled while Calvin exclaimed al the SlEdUGtltSS twenty-siX months in Madgeldar and had seen but one woman. a nun, within the walled city. But even a missionary is a boon 10 a lonely man. and Calvin hastened 10 dress. huttering at the thought of meeting a European woman. even of the somewhat formidable mis- sionary type which invades East AT rica. That his visitor could be any thing but a missionary never dawned upon him. He already saw her, with his minds eye. her face wet from the exertions of a grilling walk from the shore her pinCe-neZ slipping from nose not classic but her sweet English voice and steTeOtyped piety echoes or the land that he loved, the country from which his chance to serve had come. He heard the rustic of her gown as she entered the next room quietly and all his memories of Sybil, all his | heated hopes of her. flowed through him al the ripping noise of a silken skirt. He sat down on a disordered little bed while his blue eyes filled | painfully.
 'I never knew I had noticed the rus He of women's skirts Calvin said fsintIy. brushing his hair arduodsly with pair of military brushes. His tlInic was spotless. his hair was smooth. and he wore his very best pumps-the left one was little eaten | by white ants-and then he stood in the doorway and looked straight into | the gray and tender eyes of Sybil Rae, who sobbed with excitement at the sight of him.
 | "Sybil," he cried, as it she had been half-mile from him, how came you here?"
 | III.