Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1913-02-20

cally.
She had gone scarcely a hundred
yards when she was accosted by a
tall Arab whom she indistinctly recol
lected having seen before; where, she
could not definitely imagine. 1t was
the ragged green turban that cleared
away her puzzlement. The Arab was
the supposed beggar over whom Perez
val chow easily she had fallen into the
habit Of calling him that!) had STUN
bled. He stood so tall and straight
that she knew he wasn't going to beg;
so naturally she stopped. Without q
word, without even a look that ex
pressed anything, he slipped note
into her hand, bowed with Oriental
gravity, and stepped aside for her tc
proceed. She read the note hastily
as she continued her way. Horace!
Why should he wish to meet her that
evening, at the southeast corner OF
the Shari'a Mahomoud-El-Fal q
step from the British Consulate'si
And she mustn't come in a carriage
nor tell any one where she was go.
ing? Why all such childish mystery!
He could see her far more conven.
iently in the lounging-room of the
hotel. She tore the note into scraps
and flung them upon the air. She was
afraid. She was almost certain why
he wished to meet her where neither
her mothers nor her uncle's eye
would be within range. Should she
noonnr
she? Why had she come to Cairo,
when at Mentone she had known
peace, such peace as destiny was gen
erous enough to dole out to her? And
now, out of this tolerable peace, a
thousand hands were reaching to rend
her heart, to wiring it. She decided
quickly. Since she had come this
far, to go on to the end would add but
little to her burden. Better to know
all too soon than too late.
That the note had not been direct
ed to her and that she was totally I'M
familiar with Ryanne's handwriting
escaped her. She had too many other
things upon her mind to see all things
clearly, especially such trifles. She
finished her walk, returning by the
way she had gone, gave the key to the
lift-boy, and in her room dropped
down upon the bed, dry-eyed and
weary. The most eventful day she
had ever known.
And all the while George sat by
the window and watched, and at
length fell into frame of mind that
was irritable, irascible and self-con.
demnatory. And when he found that
his precious Yhiordes was gone, his
condition was the essence of all disa.
greeable emotions. 1t was beyond him
how any one could have stolen It. He
never failed to lock his door and
leave the key with the porter. And
surely, only man with wings could
have gained entrance by the window.
Being a thorough business man among
other accomplishments, he reported
his loss at once to the management;
and the management set about the
matter with celebrity. At half after
seven every maid and servant in the
hotel had been questioned and exam
ined, without the least noticeable re-
suit. The rug was nowhere to be
found. George felt the loss keenly.
He was not so rich that he could af-
ford to lose both the rug and the thou.
sand pounds he had paid for II. His
first thought had been Of Ryanne; but
it was proved that Ryanne had not
been in the hotel since morning; at
least, no one had seen him.
George gloomed about. A beastly
day, all told; everything had gone
wrong, and all because he had over
slept At dinner something was
wrong with the soup; the fish was
greasy; the roast was dry and stringy;
the wine, full of pieces Of cork. Out
into the lounging-room again; and
then the porter hurried over to him
with a note from Ryanne. 1t stated
briefly that it was vitality important
for Mr.. Jones to meet him at nine
o'clock at the English-Bar in the Quar-
ter Rosetti. Any driver would show
him the way. Mohamed-El-G ebel, the
guardian of the Holy Yhiordes, had
turned up, and the band was begin
ming to play. Would Mr. Jones like a
little fun by the wayside?"
I'm his man." said George. "But
how the devil did this Mahomed ever
get into my room?"
Had fortune dined downstairs in.
stead of alone in her room, events
might have turned out differently. Ry.
anne had really written to George, but
not to Fortune.
Mahomed, fatalist that he was, had
thrown everything upon the whirling
scales of chance, and waited. Later,
he may have congratulated himself
upon his good luck. But it wasn't
luck; 1t was the will Of Allah that he,
Mahomed, should contribute his slen.
der share in working out the des.
TIMES of two young people.
George was in the proper mood for
an adventure. He went so far as to
admit to himself that he would have
liked nothing better than a fisticuff.
The one mistake he made in his cal.
culations was dress. Men didn't gen.
orally go a-venturing in such finical
attire. They wore bowlers and sack.
coats and carried heavy walking.
sticks. The only weapons George had
were his two hands, now adorned with
snug-fitting opera-gloves.
He saw Mrs. Chedsoye, spoke to her,
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