Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-01-14
THE CARPET
FROM BAGDAD
HAROLD MACGRATH
Copyright, 1911. by the Bobbs Merrill
Company
HAROLD NACGRATH
CHAPTER XI.-Continued.

Mahomed, fatalist that he was. had
| thrown everything upon the whirling
scales Of chance and waited. Later, he
may have congratulated himself upon his
| good luck. But it wasn't luck; 1t was the
| will of Allah that he. Mahomed, should
| contribute his slender share in working
out the destinies of two young people.
George was in the proper mood for an
| adventure. He went so far as to admit
| to himself that he would have liked moth
| ing better than a fisticuff The one mis-
| take he made in his calculations was
dress. Men didn't generally go a-ventur-
| ing in >such finical attire. They wore
bowlers and sack coats and carried heavy
walking sticks. The only weapons George
had were his two hands. now adorned with
snug fitting opera gloves.
| He saw Mrs. Chedsoye, spoke to her,
inquired about Fortune. and was informed
/ that she had dined in her room. A case
of dodrums. Mrs. Chedsoye believed.
I'm in a peck of trouble said George.
| craving a little sympathy.
/ I'm what way?''
THAT rug told you about is gone
/ What? Stolen?'
| Eyes. Vanished into thin air..
That's too bad. OF course. the police
1 will eventually find it for YOU.
I'm afraid that's exactly the trouble.
I really daren't put the case in the hands
| OF the police"
"oh. see Mrs. chedsoye looked pro-
| foundry sorry.
And here / am, due for Port Said to-
morrow"
That's the kind that bowls you over,
| said the major. If there is anything l
| can do after you are gone -
| 'Oh. l shouldn't think of bOthering you.
| Thanks, though.
| You must have lost your key sug-
| gested Mrs, Chedsoye.
NO. It's been hanging up in the por-
ter's bureau all day."
''Well, hope you find the rug, said the
major with a sly glance at his sister.
| Thanks + must be Off The chap
bought it of says that the official guardian
from Bagdad has arrived and that there's
likely to be some s sport a, I'm to meet nm
THE English barr" The major shook
his head "A low place. if remember.
"And you are going dressed like that?"
asked Mrs. Chedsoye.
/ Haven't time to change. He excused
/ himself and went in search of carriage.
| 1.-THE play begins Kate, whispered the
major. This Hoddy of ours is won
derful chap.
Poor fellow
| What Hoddy?"
| mo, Percival. He'll be very uncom-
| Portable in patent-leather pumps.
! The major laughed hsht-heartedly. II
! suppose we might telegraph for reserva-
/ ton on the Ludwig.
| Il shall pack at once. Fortune can find
| her way to Mentone from Naples. l am
! beginning to worry about that girl. She
| has a temper: and she is beginning to
| have some IDEAS
| Marry her, marry her! How much
| longer must / preach that sermon? She. S
growing handsomer every day, too. Watch
| your laurels, Kate.
Mrs. Chedsoye inspected her rings
!! Meanwhile George directed his driver
| to go post haste to the English bar. That
| he found it more or less of a dive in no
| wise alarmed him. He had been in places
of more frightful aspect AS Ryanne had
! written him to make inquiries of the bar
maid relative to finding him, he did so.
| She jerked her head toward the door at
| the rear George went boldly to ii, opened
| it and stepped inside.
And vanished from the haunts of men.