Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1913-01-24

BY judicious inquiries George ascer-
tanned that the trip to Bagdad, barr
ing accidents, would take fully thirty
five days. The daily journeys pro-
ceeded uneventfully. Mahomed main
tanned taciturn grimness. If he
aimed at Ryanne at all, it was in
trifiing annoyances, such as forget
ting to give him his rations unless he
asked for them, or walking over the
cards spread out upon the sand.
Ryanne carried himself very well. Had
he been alone, he would have broken
loose against Mahomed; but he
thought of the others, and restrained
himself-some consideration was due
them.
But into the blood OF the two men
there crept a petty irritability They
answered one another sharply, and
often did not speak. Fortune alone
seemed mild and gentle. Mahomed,
since that night she had braved him,
let her go and come as she pleased,
nor once disturbed her. Had she
ed courage, Mahomed might not have
altered his plans. Admiration of cour-
age is inherent in all people. So,
without appreciating 1t, that moment
had been a precious one, saving them
all much unpleasantness.
BY the twentieth day, the caravan
was far into the Arabian desert, and
early in the afternoon, they came up
on beautiful oasis, nesting like an
IN, HIo ~ Co
days had passed since the beloved
green Of growing things had soothed
their inflamed eyes, that the sight Of
this haven cheered them all nightly
Once under the shade Of the palms,
the trio picked up heart. Fortune sang
little, George told funny story, and
Ryanne wanted to know if they
wouldn't take a hand at euchre. In
deed, that oasis was the turning point
of the crisis. Another week upon the
dreary, profitless sands, and their spir-
its would have gone under completely.
This oasis was close to the regular
camel-way, there being a larger oasis
some twenty-odd miles to the north.
But Mahomed felt safe at this distance,
and decided to freshen up the caravan
by two-days' rest.
George Immediately began to show
Fortune little attentions. He fixed her
saddle-bags, spread out her blanket,
brought her some ripe dates Of his
own picking, insisted upon going to
the we'll and drawing the water she
was to drink. And oh! how sweet and
cool that water was, after the gritty
fiat liquid they had been drinking!
Just before sundown, he and Fortune
set out upon voyage of discovery;
and Ryanne paused in his game of pa
tience to watch them. There was
more self-abnegation than bitterness
in his eyes. Why not? II Fortune re-
turned to her mother, sooner or later
the thunderbolt would fall. Far better
that she should fall in love with Jones
than tc go back to the overhanging
shadow. A smile lifted the corners OF
bis lips, sad smile. Percival didn't
look the part of hero. His coat was
vSriously split under the arms and
across the shoulders; his trousers
were ragged, and he walked in hii
cloth pads like man who had gout
in both feet. A beard covered his
face, and the bare spots were blisteret
and peeling. But there was youth II
Percival's eyes and youth In his heart
and surely the youth in hers mus
some day respond. She would know
this young man; she would know tha
adversely could not crush him; tina
the promise Of safety could not max,
| a I'd NJ hn ho
and brave and honest. She woult
know In twenty days what 1t takes tn,
average woman twenty years to learn
the manner of man who professed t,
love her. Ryanne left the game unfin
ished, stretched himself upon tn
ground. oh, the bitter cup, the bite
cup!
Round the fire that night, the camel
boys got out their tom-toms and reeds
and the eerie music affected the whit
people hauntingly and mysteriously
For thousands Of years, the high an
low notes Of the drums (hollow earth
en-jars or large gourds covered wit
: goat-skin at one end) and the thin, me
r tallic wall Of the reeds had echoe
!. across the deserts, unchanged.
Fortune always remembered tina
: night. Wrapped In her blanket, sh
had lain down Just outside the circl,
and had fallen into doze. When tn
! music stopped and the boys left tn
1 prisoners to themselves, George an
Ryanne talked.
!. 81 never forget faces" bega
= George.
y "No? That's gift"
}, "And have never forgotten yours
l was In doubt at first. but not now.'
I II never met you till that night 9
n the hotel"
Q "That's true. But you are Horac
Q Wadsworth. all the same. the son {
!, the millionaire-banker the man use
y to admire In the field"
It "You still think I'm that chap2"
II am sure Of 1t. The frs morn o
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