Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1912-11-20

| faced their labors with clear eye and
feared nothing; women sang at their
work. 1t was only at the close of day
that despair and defeat stalked the
highways. So she was up with the
sun, whether in her own garden or in
these odd and mystical cities. Thus
she saw the native as he was, not as
he later in the day pretended to be,
for the benefit of the Feringhi about
to be stretched upon the sacrificial
stone. She saw, with gladness, the
honey-bee Thrilling the rose, the plow-
mans share barring the soil; the morn
ing, the morning, the two or three
| hours that were all, all her own. Her
mother was always irritable and petu-
liant in the morning, and her uncle
never developed the gift of speech till
after luncheon.
She had the same love of prowling
that lured Ryanne from the beaten
paths. She was not inquisitive but
curious, and that ready disarming
smile Of hers opened many portal
She was balancing upon her gloved
palm, thoughtfully, a Soudanese head
! trinket, a pendant Of twisted gold
| wires, fawed emeralds and second
pearls, really exquisite and not gen
orally to be found outside the expen-
s1ve shops in the European quarters,
and there infrequently. The merchant
wanted twenty pounds for it. Fortune
shook her head, regretfully. 1t was
far beyond her means. She sighed.
! Only once in great while she saw
something for which her whole heart
cried out. This pendant was one Of
these.
Il will give you five pounds for 1t.
| That Is all l have with me-"
"Salaam, madame" said the jewelcr,
reaching for the pendant.
eff you will send it to the Hotel Sc
miramis this afternoon :" But
she faltered at the sight Of the mer-
chants incredulous smile.
"I'll give you ten for it; not pias-
ire more. l can get one like it in the
Sharia Kamel for that amount"
Both Fortune and the merchant
turned.
"You, Horace?"
Eyes, my child. And what are you
doing here alone, without drago-
MANI"
ooh, have been through here alone
many times I'm not afraid Isn't it
beautiful? He wants twenty pounds
for it, and I cannot afford that"
She had not seen him in many
weeks, yet she accepted his sudden APP
pearance without question or surprise.
She was used to his turning up at un-
expected moments. Of course, she
had known that he was in Cairo;
where her mother and uncle were this
| secretive man was generally within
| calling. There had been a time when
she had eagerly piled him with ques-
| lions, but he had always erected bar
rfers of evasion, and finally she ceased
her opportunities, for she concluded
| that her questions were such. No mat
| ter to whom she turned, there was no
one to answer her questions, questions
born of doubt and fear.
''Ten pounds" repeated Ryanne,
hand in his pocket.
The merchant laughed Here were
young man and his sweetheart. His
experience had taught him, and not
unwfseIy, that love is an easy victim,
too proud to haggle, too generous to
bargain sharply. Twenty" he re-
iterated.
"Salaam!" said Ryanne. Good
day!" He drew the somewhat resist
ing hand of Fortune under his arm
and made for the door. '@Sh!" he whis-
pered. Leave it to me-" They gained
the street.
The merchant was dazed. He had
mfsjudged what he now recognized as
an old hand The two were turning
up another street when he ran out,
shouting to them and waving the
pendant Ryanne laughed.
'Ten pounds. l am a poor man, eff
fendi, and I need the money. Ten
pounds. ! am giving it away" The
merchants eyes filed with tears, a
trick left to him from out Of the ruins
Of his youth, that ready service to
forestan the merited rod.
Ryanne counted cut ten sovereigns
and put the pendant in Fortunes
hand And the pleasure in his heart
was such as he had not known in
many days The merchant wisely hur!
RED back to his shop.
"But ;" she began protest
ingly.
Tut. tut! 1 have known you since
you wore short dresses and tam-o-
shanters."
81 really cannot accept 1t as a gift.
Let me borrow the ten pounds"
And why can't you accept a little
gift from me?"
She had no ready answer. She
gazed steadily at the dull pearls and
the fiaky emeralds. She could not ask
him where he had got those sover-
eigns. She could not possibly be so
cruel She could not dissemble in
words like her mother. That gold she