Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1912-08-20
CHAPTER XIV.

CHAPTER XIV.
Fortuneio Riddle Solved.
ybrtuns, without deigning to reply.
walked slowly and proudly to her tent.
and disappeared within. She looked
neither at Ryanno nor at George. She
knew that Georps, his soul filled with
unlucky qufxotic- sense Of chivalry
which had made him 20 easy victim
70 her mother, would not accept his
liberty at the price Of Ryanne's, Ry-
anne, to whom he owed nothing, not
sven mercy. And II she had had t.
ok one Of the two, George would
have been the natural selection, for
she trusted him implicitly. Perhaps
there stdu fingered in her mind rec
objection Of how charmingly ho had
spoken Of big mother.
She could have set out for Cairo
alone: even ~ she could have grown
. pair Of wings and sailed through tho
air! The fate that walked behind her
was malsvolent, cruel. unjust. She
had wrongs6 no one. IN thought or
deed. She had put out her hand conf
dently to The world, to be laughed at.
distrsstsd. or ignored. Was It pos
sibls that . little more than q month
ago she wandered, II not happy. in
Tho sense she desired, At least in Q
peaceful state Of mind. among her ca
uelias and roses at Mentone? Her
world had bson, In this short time,
E0molded. reconstructed; where once
hid bloomed . garden. now yawned a
chasm: and the psychological earth
quake had left her dizsy. That Ma
homsd. now wrought 70 . kind Of Ber-
serl: rage. might begin reprisals at
once, did not alarm her; indeed, her
feeling was rather Of dull. aching in
difference. Nothing mattered now.
But Ryanne and George were keenly
alive to the danger. and both agreed
that Fortune must 60 no farther.
sRyanne, under his bitter raillery and
seeming Scorn for sacred things, pos
ssssed latent magnanimity. and It
now pushed up through the false lay.
err. Jones' It's my funeral Go tell
her. You two can ind tho way back
TO the canal. ana once there you win
have no trouble. Don't bother your
hsad about me-"
But what will you dor
Take ny medicine" grimlI.
'Ryan.e. pa A. Offering ths esw.
ardly part to mel"
is 'You fool. itis tho girl. Wha& DO
care about the rest Of It? You're
40 brave az Hon. When you put up
your fists the other night, you solved
! that puzzle for yourself. For Gods
sake. do it while I have tho courage
to let you! Don't you understand?
love that girl better than my hearts
blood, and Mahomed can have it drop
By drop. DO and go quicklyl He will
give you food and water"
''You 90. She knows you better
than me-"
But will she trust me as she will
you? Percival, old top. Mahomed will
never let me 60 till he's taken his
pound Of flesh. Fortune!" Ryanne
called. Fortune, we want you'll"
She appeared at the hsp Of the tent.
Jones here will go back with you.
w, WILL "a JOVS OCAVA0 NASAO4AS0
changes his mind"
Miss Chedsoye. he is wrong. Hes
the one to go. He was hurt worse
than I was. Pride doesn't matter at
time like this. You two co." des-
perately.
Fortune shook her head. AL or
none Of ~: al or none Of u.s." she re-
peated.
And Mahomed, having witnessed
and overheard the scene, laughed, a
laughter identical to that which had
struck the barmaid's ears sinisterly.
He had not studied his white man
without gathering some insight into
his character. Neither Of these men
was q poltroon. And when he had
made the offer, he knew that the con.
ditions would erect barrier over
which none Of them would pass vol.
UNFAIRLY. So much for pride az the
Christian dogs knew it. Pride IL a
fine buckler: none knew that better
than Mahomed himself: but wise
man does not wear it at all times.
what II It to he?' he demanded
Of Fortune.
what shall say to him3'
whatever you will" Ryanno was
tired. He saw that argument would
b Of no use.
.AM or none OF u.s." And Fortune
hooked 1t Mahomed with all the pride
Of her raos. 1T 10 not because you
wish me to be free; It 10 because you
wish to see one Of my companions
made base In my eyes. will not have
I'll"
THE win Of Allah!" He could not
.repress ths Are Of admiration in his
!; own eyes as they took In her beauty,
4 the erect, slender figure. tho scorn
upon her face. and the fearlessness in
Asr great. dark eyes. Such Z woman
night have graosd the palace of the
Great Caliph. He had had in mind
1nAny little cruelties to practice upen
her, t3at he might see the men writhe.
impotent and helpless to aid her. But
IN this tenbe and dramatic scene. q
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