The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1913-01-16

world haQ been, IN THIS snort ume,
remolded, reconstructed; where once
had bloomed a garden. now yawned a
chasm: and the psychological earth
quake had left her dizzy. That Ma
homed, now wrought to 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 1t
now pushed up through the false lay
ers. Jones, 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
care about the rest of itf You're
as brave as a lion. When you put up
your fists the other night. you solved
that puzzle for yourself. For Gods
sake, do 1t while have the courage
to let you! Don't you understand! l
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
your Percival, old top, Mahomed will
never let me go till he's taken his
pound Of flesh. Fortune!" Ryanne
called. Fortune, we want you!"
She appeared at the flap Of the tent.
Jones here will go back with you.
Go, both Of you, before Mahomed
changes his mind"
Miss Chedsoye, he Is wrong. He's
the one to go. He was hurt worse
than l was. Pride doesn't matter at
time like this. You two CO." des-
perately.
Fortune shook her head. "All or
none Of us; all or none of u.s." she re.
peated.
And Mahomed, having witnessed
and overheard the scene, laughed, q
laughter identical to that which had
struck the barmaids ears sinisterly.
He had not studied his white man
without gathering some insight into
his character. Neither Of these men
was a poltroon. And when he had
made the offer, he knew that the con.
ditions would erect barrier over
which none Of them would pass vol
unfairly. So much for pride as the
Christian dogs knew 1t. Pride is q
fine buckler; none knew that better
than Mahomed himself; but a wise
man does not wear it at all times.
What is it to be?" he demanded
of Fortune.
What shall l say to him."
Whatever you will" Ryanne was
tired. He saw that argument would
be of no use.
"All or none Of u.s." And Fortune
looked at Mahomed with all the pride
of her race. 1T is not because yor
wish me to be free; 1t is because yol
wish to see one Of my companions
made base in my eyes. will not have
it,"
"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 il
her great, dark eyes. Such a woman
might have graced the palace of tn,
Great Caliph. He had had in mine
many little cruelties to practice upol
her, that he might see the men writhe
impotent and helpless to aid her. Blu
in this tense and dramatic scene,
sense of shame took possession O
him; his pagan heart softened; no
from pity, but from the respect whicl
one brave person gives free-handed t,
another.
Mahomed was not bad man, nei
ther was he a cruel one. He had beel
terribly wronged, and his eastern wa
had but one angle of vision: to aveng
himself, believing that revenge alon
could soothe his outraged pride an
re-establish his honor as he viewed
from within. Had the courier re
turned with the Holy Yhiordes, 1t 1
not impossible that he would have lit
7 ferated them all. But now he dare
not; he was not far enough away. T
Bagdad, then. and as swiftly as tn
exigencies Of desert travel would pei