The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1912-11-23
BY CUTCLIFFE HYNE


that we regard this section OF the
pire, and thar this isn't our athome
day.
Sir"
Call away that port quarter.hoat,
and fetch of that man from the
beach"
Aye, aye, sir"
During the interval, Captain, let
me give you a cup OF tea. said Violet.
The steward makes IT himself now
so | can guarantee it's not been boii-
ed more than half an hour You
needn't look anxious. George, That's
an ambassador on the beach thers
and while negotiations last therell be
a truce. Afterward IL may possibly
be battle continued, SO let's drink
tea while we may, and be thankful
for the cooks new biscuit"
II was on this domestic scene that
the ambassadors eye first fell when
he came up over the side. Captain
Owen Kettle, as the complete ship
captain. went 10 meet him. with his
best air, and his best Arabic.
Stamina" said Kettle.
"Aleikoom Stamina" said the Wis
itor
Captain Kettle reeled OFT a SEN
tence or two TO the effect that the
day was fine, hospitality was waiting
and Allah was In his heaven. In the
original Il was fine sonorous phrase,
but "a the little sailor had picked it
up from the Mecca pilgrim touts in
Jeddah, half the words were very
much debased Arabic. and the rest
were made up OF assorted unknown
dialects.
However, it was all one TO the visi
tor. He laughed and shook his head
I'm sorry" said he, In English, but
| am q poor linguist didn't know
YOU were Portuguese"
by james," Numbered Captain
Kettle. IF any man takes me for less
than am I'll kill him. And 30 you
speak English?"
The visitor lifted his eyebrows. Il
really don't see why not know you
islanders think you monopolize the
you objected to share out your
The man spoke with quiet educat'
ed voice, without effort and without
accent BY this time the other two at
the tea-table had got over their frs
surprise, and Sir George got up and
walked across.
I'm sure" he said, you'll pardon
Captain Kettles natural surprise. But
really you look the Moor to the life
in that kit, and any one might make
a mistake. My names Chesterman.
Will you come and be introduced 10
my sister and have some tear"
The visitor bowed. He had just the
knack OF an English gentleman's bow,
not too much, not too stiff, and not
In any way to be mistaken for the
bow of other nations And then he
sat himself and his white draperies
very comfortably in a big Madeira
chair, and crossed his red leather rid
ng- boots and took up the cup that
VAS offered him.
The taste OF this will come back
ike an old memory" said he. I'VE
lse green tea, you know, down here,
md take it with green mint and a lot
If sugar"
II tried II once in Tangier.' said
Violet I'VE ran over there for the
lay from Gibraltar. don't think /
could ever get used to It Have you
'eally come to like it?"
Il was brought up to the taste, you
Zee"
Then have you been out here
ong timer"
Ever since came down from Cam
fridge, with an interlude once Of a
week also in Gibraltar. / took a pony
,ver there 10 race"
Then have you--I mean are you
he usually glib Miss Chesterman was
It loss for a way to put it. 1t dawn
d on her that this visitor OF the
Moorish clothes, head.gear bound
'ound with camel s-hair rope. gold
me shoulder. gold mounted pistol over
he other, this man from the interior
II Africa was English. Come to
lotice him more closely. hts hair and
lis beard were brown, and his eyes
we're blue; and. though his com
lieXion was somewhat dark, that, OF
curse. was the sun. And, anyway,
many Southern Europeans were far
darker than he. He was an English
nan and a Cambridg, man, and lie
lad Kicked over the traces somehow
Il home and dscreetly vanished into
he mysteries of Africa Those. il
dashed across her, were the outstand-
ng points OF his biography. DO you
Ike the country in thcre?" she asked
Is a compromise.
az has its points. But then per
laps, I'm prejudiced. You see, am
lsed to It,"
II said" put in Captain Kettle
from the very first mo
nent saw the way those rtggers
we're being handled on the Norman
Towers that there was a white man
II II AT the back OF this business
"Soy' said the visitor with polite
"I was up at Cambridge, said Sir
George. Glare was my shop. But
should be a lot senior to you and
le mentioned his year
"By Jove," said the visitor, that's
queer coincidence. I was next door
o You. at the Hall But ! didn't 20
Id till two years after Won came dom
funny place. Cambridge. took up
ARABIC for my special. and they pow
ID me and mainly on my accent. too,
III trouble you But I stuck TO 1t, and
got B.A all right--took pol, econ.
ord wonder what It would feel like
going back to take ones Masters"
= can tell you. ! took mine. You
meet only gyps and trldespeople ana
a