Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1912-08-21
illustrations 81 M.G.KErrNER
Copyright 1911 - BoBBS MERRILL COMPANY

COPYRIGHT 1911 ~ DOE
George Immediately began to show
Fortune little attentions. He Axed her
saddle.basS. spread out her blanket,
brought her some ripe dates Of his
own picking. insisted upon going to
the well and drawing the water she
was 70 drink. And OIL how sweet and
cool that water was. after the gritty
nat liquid they had been drinking!
Just before shutdown. he and Fortune
! Get out upon . voyage Of discovery:
and Ryanne. paused in his game Of pa
tisnce to watch them. There was
more selfabnegation than bitterness
Il his eyes. Why not? II Fortune n.
turned to her mother. sooner or later
the thunderbolt would fall. Far better
that she should fall in love with Jones
than to 60 back to the overhanging
shadow. A smile lifted the corners Of
His lips. sad smile. Percival didn't
look the part Of hero. His coat was
variously split under the arms and
across the shoulders; his trousers
were ragged. and he walked in his
cloth pads like . man who had govt
In both feet. A beard covered his
face, and the bare spots were blistered
and peeling. But there was youth In
Percival's eyes and youth in his heart,
and surely the youth In hers must
some day respond. She would know
this young man; she would know that
adversely could not crush him: that
the promise Of safety could not mako
coward Of him: that he was loyal
8 and brave and honest. She would
know in twenty days what It takes the
average woman twenty years to learn.
the manner Of man who protested to
love her. Ryanne left the game unfin-
ished, stretched himself upon tho
ground. Oh. the bitter cup. the bitter
cup!
Round the IRE that night. the camel
boys got out their tom.toms and reeds.
and the eerie music affected the white
people hauntingly and mysteriously.
For thousands Of years. the high and
low notes Of tho drums (hollow earth
en-jars or large gourds covered with
goat-skin at ono end) and the thin, me-
tallic wall Of the reeds had echoed
across the deserta, unchanged. Tho
boys swayed to and fro to tho rhythm,
grads lily working themselves into an
ecstatic frenzy.
Fortune always remembered that
night. Wrapped in her blanket. she
had lain down just outside the circle.
and had fallen. into dose. When the
! music stopped and the boys left the
prisoners to themselves. George and
Ryanne talked.
II never forget faces" began
George.
mo? That's a gift"
And have never forgotten yours.
I was in doubt at first. but not now"
II never met you till that night at
the hotel"
That's true. But you are Horace
Wadsworth, all the same. the son Of
the millionaire-banker, the man I used
TO admire in the field"
You still think I'm that chap"
II am sure Of It. The first morning
you gave yourself away"
What did l say?" anxiously.
you mumbled football phrases"
"Ah!" Ryanne was vastly relieved.
He seemed to be thinking.
DO you persist in denying IT."
II might deny it, but shant. I'm
Horace Wadsworth. an right. Fortune
knows something about that chapter.
but not all. Strikes you odd, eh?" con.
tinued Ryanne. iron in his voice.
Every opportunity in the world: and
yet. here am. How much do you
know, I wonder!"
you took some money from the
bank, think they said"
.Right-O! Wine, Percival; cards.
wine and other things. Advice and
warning went into one ear and out Of
the other. Always so, Ell? You have
heard Of my brother, dare say. Well,
he wouldn't lend me two stamps were
to write for the undertaken to come
and collect my remains. Beautiful his
tory! I've been doing some tall think
Ing these lonely nights. Only the
straight and narrow way pays Be
GOOD, even II you are lonesome. When
Ifget back. II ever do. it's new leaf
for mine. Neither wine nor cards nor
women"
silence. The IRE no longer blazed:
e glowed.
who IL Mrs. Chedsoye3" Gsorgs
finally began anew.
First, how did you chance to make
Aor acquaintancef
ssSome years ago. 1t Monte Carlo"
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