The Calumet news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 1907-1938, 1912-05-02
THE ROSE
SCARF
A Tale OF the Far
East
BY cLARISSA MAcKlE

IL believe Mrs. Hanford has tale L
unfold" observed. that ladys husband
as he placed chair for her.
"Goodv' exclaimed Professor Trayls
heartily. Now, Alex. spread the car
pet OF truth on the deck and let Mrs
Hanford begin at once"
A little laugh ran around the group
OF seven friends touring the world on
the steamer Neptune. Each one had
had a story to relate concerning some
adventure encountered in quaint street
noisy bazaar or primitive environs OF
foreign cities. Every night after din
ner the seven had gathered on deck
and in the moonlight had told stories
and exchanged opinions on many mat.
ters OF mutual interest.
The carpet of truth to which the
professor had referred was precious
bit Of oriental carpet that Alexander
FELTON, had brought from n remote
Turkish province. and the Neptune sto-
ry tellers had each told his tale sitting
upon its breadth OF sllken richness.
Now Mrs. Hanford removed her chair
so that she sat upon the carpet. and
the six listeners composed themselves
for an hours enjoyment
''My story Is about this rose colored
scarf" began Mrs. Hanford. opening
one plump hand to display crumpled
ball of pink silk and silver tissue. she
shook out the airy fabric. and it float
ed shimmering length that seemed
woven Of sunset and moonbeams. The
airy scarf undulated like thing alive,
leaped at Arthur Clayton's eager. in
terested face and chung to it with a
carcssing motion and then left him to
brush Mr.. Hanford's bronzed cheek,
to tweak the golden eyeglasses from
Professor Trayle's dignifed nose and
finally to rumple Alexander Felton's
hair into untidiness. Then it settled
down In Mrs. Hanford's lap and was
quiet.
'The darling" cried Arthur Clayton
enthusiastically, with a dizzy look at
the pink scarf.
"Why. did you see her. too?" de-
handed the other three men in bewil-
dered chorus.
"Yes-you don't meant say. Mrs.
Hanford, what sort of a Juggling game
is this?" Young Clayton stared first
at the rose silk scarf and then ut Mrs.
Hanford's sensible. motherly face
above 1t.
'"You ought to explain IL. Mary" as
QtrroH har. h1ichard rx..t
What is it all about?" demanded
Miss Emeline Gray, the strong minded
aunt OF Arthur Clayton. "What has
happened TO turn all of their heads?
I'm sure saw nothing save a pretty
pink silk scarf What did you see.
Madeline?"
II $50 on eastern city. beautiful
houri with pink scarf on her head, a
space left for the eyes. trousers la /
Turk and gold coins hanging over her
forehead"
I'VE are missing the story. Pray,
begin, Mrs. Hanford," urged Miss
Gray practically.
Mrs. Hanford folded her hands over
the pink and silver thing in her lap
and fixed her eyes on the molten silver
track that led across the Medlterra-
mean to the rising moon.
This is the only secret ever kept
from James," she said. not looking at
her surprised husband. "When we
were in Cairo he was busy hunting
for scarabs to carry home to souvenir
loving friends. ! was seeking gauze
scarfs to take to the girls at home.
The dealer in scarfs had sold me
several beauties. and woven i'm each
one was some romantic story that the
willy old fellow invented as he went
along.
"One OF the scarfs had belonged to
that daughter Of Pharaoh who found
young Moses among the bulrushes;
another Of apple green and seed pearls
lad been the gift Of Antony to Cleo.
'atra; third one of black and gold !
Ind crimson had jealousy and murder :
'or its setting.
when he brought out this dream of
pink and silver I was skeptical at his ;
'ir OF exaggerated concern In handling !,
{. at his respectful tone when speak !.
ng or IT. at the almost fear I'm his ,
TOice.
Madame. this is the wedding scarf /.
4 the Princess Anem.' he murmured.
ooking over his shoulder at the dark
Interior Of his little shop. she had !,
lover. Fedar by name. a handsome. /,
worthless scamp, of whom her respect. !,
d father strongly dsapproved. There .
vas another lover. prince Of royal !,
Hood. who sought the hand of the ;,
'rincess Amen. and 1t was be who
'rought to her this royalty beautiful .
CART
1T much enhances the beauty of nj, :,
Vho wear 1t tenfold. but the Princess :
mem would have none of its magic. :,
or she was beautiful herself beyond =,
ompare. so she flung the princes Gift ~
ack In his face. and-and tradition a
ays that the scarf turned to n lovely
'oman who became the princes bride :,
s for the foolish' Princess Anem'- =,
ne seller OF scarfs turned his vener. =,
BILE head and inclined a listening ear
'ward the rear OF his shop. looked .,
nd thought could make ont n dim T,
iadowy whiteness. like the form nj a
Dung girl clad I'm a ao,,-t..-