Abbeville progress. (Abbeville, Vermilion Parish, La.) 1913-1944, 1913-06-14

in from Ehuzisran. bound for Smyrna.
How may help YOU"
Take US us far as Uamascus." mn
awor"d Ryauuc We can g,t ON from
there we'll enough"
Whats your name" directly.
"BJaHuo"
And yours"
Fortune Chcdgoyc"
Next"
"JuncR"
The humorous bruskncss put kind
Of spirit into them all, and they au-
swercd smillugiy.
"(yanHe and Jones Hro familiar
enough. but Chedsoyc Is now one
Here, you!" whirlng suddenly upon
the boys who were pressing about
He vollcyed some Arabic at them. md
they dropped back We'll. I've heard
some strange yarns myself IN my
time. but this one beats them all
ShanRhalcd from Cairo! IIumph, n
some one had told mo this. anywhere
else but here. I'd have called him n
liar. And you. Mr. Ryannc. went into
Bagdad alone and got away with that
Yhiordes! II must have been the
devils own Of n Job"
1T was" replied Kyannc taconica1ty.
He did not know this mau Ackcr-
mann: he had never heard of him:
but he recognized n born leader Of
mon when he saw him. GRAY haired.
lean. bearded. sharp Of word quick
of action. rude, he saw I'm this carpet
hunter the Same indumitablo qualities
of the ivory seeker. You did not
stop At llaEdad?" he asked. after the
swift inventory.
mo. came direct. always do"
Erimly. "Better turn in and sleep:
we'll be on the way Mt dawn. sharp"
sleep Ryaune laughed.
sleep" echoed George
Fortune shook her head
We'll. an hour to let the reaction
wear away" said Ackermann "Bu,
you've got to sleep. I'm boss now.
and you won't find me nm easy one"
with a humorous glance Mt the girl
I'VE are all very happy TO be bosscd
by you" she said.
Twenty days" Ackermann unused.
You're piucky young woman. No
hystcrics?"
Not even sigh Of discomfort" put
In George. "If II hadn't been for her
pluck, we'd have gone TO pieces just
Al
mann. of the Oriental Company In
Smyrna"
Yes; Why"
I'm George r. A. Jones. OF Morti-
mer & Jones. New York I've heard
Of you; and God bless you for this
nights work."
Mortimer & Jones? You don't say!
Well, n this doesn't beat the Dutch!
Why. IL you're Robert f. Jones' boy.
I'll sell you every carpet in the pack Mt
cost" He laughed: and # was laugh
ter good to hear, dry and harsh though
Il was. Your dad was fine gentle
man, and one of the best judges OF
his time You couldn't fool him n
knot. He wrote me when you came
into this world OF sin and tribulation.
Didn't they call you Perclval Algernon.
or something like that?"
They did," And George laughed.
too
You're sight. Any one sick? Got
n medicine-chest aboard?"
No. only banged up and dIscour-
aged. ] say, Mr.. Alderman, got an
extra pipe or two and some 'baccy?"
Flanagan. see what's In the chest"
Shortly Flanagan returned. He had
half a dozen fresh corn-cob pipes and
a thick bag of tobacco. George and
Ryanne lighted up. about as near con
tentment as two men In their condi-
ton could possibly be.
Said Flanagan to Fortune: DO you
chew?"
Fortune looked Mortified
"Oh, mean Fum!" roared Flanagan
No, Fortune did not possess that du-
bious accomplishment
Mighty handy when you're thirsty"
Flanagan advised.
They built up the fire and sat round
It costly. They were all more or less
happy. all except Fortune. so long as
she had been captive Of Mahomed.
she had forced the thought from her
mind: but now It came back with a
full measure OF misery. Never. never
would she return 10 Mentone. not even
for the things that were rightfully
hers. Where would she go and what
would she do? She was without money
and the only thing she possessed OF
value was the Soudanese trinket Ry-
anne had forced upon her that day