Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1913-02-05

ANU tnat! Ryanne seemed inter
ested
Wallace drew his finger across his
throat. Ryanne looked him squarely
in the eye and nodded affirmatively.
Il don't understand at ALL"
You never will, Wallace, old chap.
| am the prodigal son whose brother
ate the fatted calf before | returned
home. l had a letter today. She
will be here tomorrow sometime. You
may have to go to Port Said, IL my
plan doesn't mature"
THE Ludwig"
Yes"
Say, what a Frau she would have
made the right mani"
| Ryanne did not answer, but glow
I cred at his glass.
The United Romance and Adven-
ture Company" Wallace twirled his
glass. IF you're a wonder. she's a
marvel A Napoleon in petticoatsi 1t
does make a fellow grin, when you
look 1t all over. But this is going to
| be her Austerlitz or her Waterloo.
And you really got the rug; and on top
OF that, you have sold 1t to George P.
A. Jones. Here's"
Many happy returns" Ironically.
They finished the bottle without
further talk. There was no convivial-
! ity here. Both were fond OF good wine,
| but the more they drank, the tighter
grew their lips. Men who have been
in the habit OF guarding dangerous
secrets become taciturn in their cups.
From time to time, flttingly, there
| appeared against one OF the windows.
| just above the half-curtain. lean,
dark face. which. in profile, resembled
| the kite-the hooked beak, the watch
| full. preyful eyes. There were two
hungers written upon that Arab face,
food and revenge.
Allah is good" he mdrnured.
He had but one eye In use, the 9TH
er was bandaged. In fact, the face ex-
hibited general indications OF rough
warfare, the skin broken on the bridge
of the nose. freshly healed cut I'M
der the seeing eye, a long strip Of
plaster extending from the ear to the
mouth. There was nothing OF the beg
| gar in his mien. His lean throat was
erect his chin pTotrusive, the set of
! his shoulders proud and defiant Ordi-
narily, the few lingering guides would
! rudely have told him to be off about
his business; but they were familiar
with all turbans. and in the peculiar
twist OF this one, soiled and ragged
though It was. they recognized some
prince from the eastern deserts. Pres
emily he strobe away. but with a stiff
ness which they knew came from long
| journeys upon racing-camels.
George dreamed that night OF magic
carpets. of sad-eyed ma.dens, of fierce
Bedouins, Of battles in the desert, Of
genii swelling terrifcally out OF squat
bottles. And once he rose and turned
on the lights to assure himself that
the old Yhiordes was not a part of
these vivid dreams.
He was up shortly after dawn. in
white riding-togs. for final canter to
| Mena House and return. In two days
more he would be leaving Egypt be-
hind. Rather glad in one sense. rath-
er sorry in another. Where to put the
rug was a problem. He might carry
It in his steamer-roll; II would be
handler there than in the bottom OF
his trunk, stored away in the ships
hold Besides, his experience had
taught him that steamer-rolls were
only indifferentiy inspected. You will
observe that the luster OF his high
Ideals was already dimming He rea.
| soned that inasmuch as he was bound
to smuggle and lie. Il might be well to
plan something artfstically He wished
now that he was going to spend Christ
mas I'm Cairo; but It was too late TO
change his booking without serious
loss OF time and money.
He had a light breakfast on tho
veranda OF the Mena House. climbed
up 10 the desert. bantered the donkey
boys, amused himself by watching the
descent OF some German tourists who
had climbed the big Pyramid before
dawn to witness the sun rise. and
threw pennies to the horde of blind
beggars whu instantly swarmed about
him and demanded. I'm the name OF AL.
lab, competence for the rest OF their
DAYS. lie finally escaped them nv
footing IL down the incline TO the bo.
tel gardens. where his horse stood
waiting
II was long after nino when he slid
from the saddle at the side entrance
OF the Semiramis. He was on his wav
20 the bureau for his key when an
exquisitely glovcd hand lightly touched
his arm.
Don't you remember me. Mr.
Jones?' said voice OF vocal honey.
George did. Tn his confusion no
dropped his pith-helmet. and in stoop.
ing to pick 81 up, bumped into the por-
ter who had rushed to his aid Re.
member herl Would he ever forget
her? He never thought OF her with.
out clubbing himself an outrageous ASST
lie Strengthened. his cheeks ahre;
A.