Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1912-08-19

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Fla lixhts. the Arab was only paying
coin for coin. But for the girl, Ry
anne. would have accepted the situa
ton With . shrug. to await that mo
ment when Mahomed, eased BY the
sense Of security, would naturally ~
lax vigilance. Tho presence OF For
tune changed the whole face Of the
AFFAIR. Mahomed could have his eyes
and heart II he would but spare her
He must be patient; he must accept
insults. even physical violence. but
some day he and Aahomed would play
the final round.
His past. his foolish, futile past: all
the folltes, all tho petty crimes. all
the low designations in which he had
INDUCED. seemed troopinE about his
camel, mocking and gibbertng at him
Why hadn't he lived clean like Jones
there? Why hadn't he fought temp
tation az he had fought men? Envi
ronment was. no excuse: bringing-up
offered no palliation; he had gone
wrong simply because his inclinatione
had been wrong. On the other hand.
no one had ever tried to help him
back to q decent living His mother
had died during his childhood. and
her influence had left no impression.
His father Rad been money maker,
consumed by the pleasure Of building
up pyramids Of gold. He had never
reasoned with his youngstown; he
had paid his bills without protest OF
reproach; 1t was 80 much a month to
be written down In the expense &C.
count. And the flrst-born had been
his natural enemy since the days OF
the nursery. Still. he could not acquit
himself: his own arraignment was az
keen rs any Judge could have made.
Strong as he was physically, brilliant
az he was mentally. there was a NOR
tai weakness in bis blood; and search
as he might the history Of his ances-
tors, their lives shed NO light upon
his own.
In stating that his face had been
granted that dubious honor and con-
Germ Of the perpetrators OF the rogues'
gallery, he had merely given rein to
q seizure Of soulbitterness. But there
was truth enough In the statement
that he had been short In his accounts
many thousands at his fathers bank;
gambling debts; and In making no eff.
fort to replace tho loss, he was soon
found out by his brother. who seemed
only too glad to dishonor him. He
was given his choice: to sign over his
million. due him year later (for at
this time the father was dead), or go
to prison. The scandal of the affair
had no weight with his brother: he
wanted the younger out Of the way.
Like the hot-headed fool he was. he
had signed away his Inheritance, TAX
en- a paltry thousand and left Amer
lea. facing imprisonment IL he re.
turned. That was the kind Of broth
er he had. Once he had burned his
bridges, there came to him a dozen
ways by which he could have extri-
Gated himself. But once fool, always
q fool! "
Disinherited, outcast. living by his
wits. ingenious enough: the finer
senses callousing under the contact
with his interiors; gambler. hard
drinker periodically; all in all. = fine
portrait for any gallery given over to
rogues. And he hadn't worried much
over the moral problem confronting
him. that the way Of the transgressor
is hard. It was only when love rent
the veil of his faulty, that he saw
himself as he really was.
Love! He gazed ahead at Fortune
under the mammal. That a guileless
young girl as she was should enchain
him! That the sight Of her should
always send longing into his soul
to go back and begin over! Els Jaws
hardened. Why not? Why not try
to recover some Of the crumbs of the
fine things he had thrown away? At
least enough to permit him to 20
again among his follows without con-
stantly looking behind to note II he
were followed? BY the Lord Harry!
once he was out Of this web Of his
own weaving, he would live straight;
he swore that every dollar hereafter
put in his pocket should be an honest
one. Fortune could never be his wife.
He came to this fact without any
roundabout or devious byways. In the
first place. he knew that he had not
touched her; she had only been friend
ly: and now even her friendship hung
by thread. All right. The love he
bore her was going to be his salvation
just the same; and at this moment
he was deadly in earnest.
It was after nine when they were
ferried across the two canals, the
fresh-water and the salt. several miles
below Serapeum. Tho three weary
captivcs saw a great liner slip past
slowly and majestically upon its way
to the Far East. She radiated with
light and cheer and comfort; and all
could hear family the pulsations Of
her engines. So near and yet so far;
cup Of water to Tantalus! At mid
night they made camp. There were
no palms this time: simply a we'll In
the center Of tumble Of huge boul.
ders. The tents were pitched to tho
southwest, for now tho wind blew. bit
ing from the land of northern SHOWS:
and a fire was welcome thing. This
was Arabia: Africa had been left be-
hind. Here they awaited the return
Of the courier. who arrived two days
later. dead tired. The persons to whom
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