Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1913-03-06

and disappeared within. She looked
neither at Ryanne nor at George. She
knew that George, his soul filed with
unlucky quixotic sense Of cnivalry
which had made him so easy a victim
to her mother, would not accept his
liberty at the price of Ryanne's, Ry-
anne, to whom he owed nothing, not
even mercy. And If she had had to
ask one of the two, George would
have been the natural selection, for
she trusted him implicitly. Perhaps
there still fingered in her mind a rec
objection of how charmingly he had
spoken of his mother.
She could have set out for Cairo
alone: even as she could have grown
a pair Of wings and sailed through the
air! The fate that walked behind her
was malevolent, cruel, unjust. She
had wronged no one, In thought Or
deed. She had put out her hand conf
IDENTIFY to the world, to be laughed at,
~distrusted, or ignored. Was it pos
sible that a little more than a month
ago she wandered, If not happy, In
the n she desired, at least in a
peaceful state of mind, among her ca
melias and roses at Mentone? Her
world had been, in this short time,
remolded, reconstructed; where ono
had bloomed a garden, now yawned a
chasm: and the psychological earth
quake had left her dizzy. That Ma
homed, now wrought to a kind of Ber-
serk 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 go no farther.
Ryanne, under his bitter raillery and
seeming scorn for sacred things, pos
sessed a latent magnanimity, and it
now pushed UP through the false lay
ers. Zones, it's my funeral. Go tell
her. You two can find the way back
to the canal, and once there you will
have no trouble. Don't bother your
head about me-"
But what will you do?"
Take my medicine" grimly.
"Ryanne, you are offering the COW
ardly part to mel"
"You fool, it's the girl. What do
l care about the rest of 1t? You're
as brave as a lion. When you PIT up
your fists the other night, you solved
that puzzle for yourself. : For Gods
sake, do 1t while l have the courage
to let you! Don't you understand?
love that girl better than my hearts
blood, and Mahomed can have 1t drop
by drop. Go and go quickly! He will
give you food and water"
"You go. She knows you better
than me-"
But will she trust me as she will
you? Percival, old top, Mahomed will
never let me go till he's taken his
pound of flesh. Fortune!" Ryanne
called. Fortune, we want you'll"
She appeared at the flap Of the tent,
Zones here will go back with you.
Go, both of you, before Mahomed
changes his mind"
Miss Chedsoye, he is wrong. He's
the n to go. He was hurt worse
than / was. Pride doesn't matter al
a time like this. You two 60" des
perately.
Fortune shook her head. "All OF
none of us; all 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 mar
without gathering some insight into
his character. Neither Of these mer
was a poltroon. And when he hat
made the offer, he knew that the con
ditions would erect a barrier owe
which none of them would pass vol
unfairly. So much for pride as tn,
Christian dogs knew 1t. Pride Is {
fine buckler; none knew that bette,
than Mahomed himself; but q wis,
man does not wear it at all times.
"What is 1t to be? he demande,
Of Fortune.
What shall / say to him?
Whatever you will" Ryanne wa
tired. He saw that argument woul,
be Of no use.
"All or none Of u.s." And Forum.
looked at Mahomed with all the prid,
OF her race. 1T Is not because 70,
wish me to be free; 1t is because 70,
wish to see one Of my companion
made base in my eyes. ! will not hav,
. It'll"
1.-THE will Of Allah" He could no
repress the fire Of admiration in hi
own eyes as they took in her beauty
, the erect, slender figure, the scorl
upon her face, and the fearlessness ii
her great, dark eyes. Such a womai
/ might have graced the palace Of tn,
Great Caliph. He had had in min
many little cruelties to practice upoi
her. that he might see the men writhe
impotent and helpless to aid herr Blu
in this tense and dramatic scene.
sense Of shame took possession 0
him; his pagan heart s~oftened; no
from pity, but from the respect whicl
one brave person gives free-handed Il
/. another.
Mahomed was not a bad man, mel
Their was he a cruel one. He had beef
terribly wronged, and his eastern wa,
had but one angle Of vision: to aveng'
himself. believing that revenge alon
. could soothe his outraged pride AM
ys-sstabiish his honor an he visvad ]