Dakota farmers' leader. (Canton, S.D.) 1890-19??, 1913-03-14

melias and roses at Mentone? Her
world had been, in this short time.
remolded. reconstructed; where once
had bloomed a garden. now yawned a
chasm: and the psychological earth.
quake had left her dizzy. That Ma
nomed, now wrought to a kind Of Ber-
serb 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
awe to the danger. and both agreed
That Fortune must go no farther.
Ryanne. under his bitter raillery and
seeming scorn for sacred things, pos
sesseda latent magnanimity, and it
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 dot"
Take my medicine" grimly.
"Ryanne, you are Offering the COW
ardly part to mel"
You fool. it's the girl. What do
I care about the rest of III You're
a. brave as a lion. When you put up
your lists the other night, you solved
that puzzle for yourself. For Gods
sake, do 1t while I have the courage
to let you! Don't you understand? 1
love that girl better than my hearts
blood. and Mahomed can have it 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 90 till he's taken his
pound Of flesh. Fortune!" Ryanne
called. fortune, we want you'll"
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 n to go. He was hurt worse
than l was. Pride doesn't matter at
a time like this. You two CO." des-
perately.
Fortune shook her head. "All or
none Of us; all or none Of US" she re-
peated.
And Mahomed, having witnessed
and overheard the scene, laughed. a
laughter Identical t. that which had
struck the barmaid's oars sinisterly.
He had not studied his white man
without gathering some insight into
his character. Neither Of these men
was a poltroon. And whom he had
made the offer, he knew that the con.
ditions would erect q barrier over
which lone Of them would pass vol.
UNFAIRLY. So much for pride as the
Christian dogs knew 1t. Pride is a
fine buckler; none knew that better
than Mahomed himself; but q wise
man does not wear it at all times.
What is 1t to BET" he demanded
of Fortune.
What shall 1 say to him?'
Whatever you will" Ryanne wa
tired. He saw that argument would
be Of no use.
"All or none Of US" And Fortune
looked at Mahomed with all the pride
Of her ace. "It is not because you
wish me to be free; 1t is because you
wish to see one Of my companions
made base in my eyes. I will not have
It'll"
"The will of Allahl" He could not
repress the FIRE Of admiration in his
own eyes as they took in her beauty,
the erect, slender figure, the scorn
upon her face, and the fearlessness In
her great, dark eyes. Such a woman
might have graced the palace of the
Great Caliph. He had had in mind
many Pc cruelties to practice upon
her, e might see the men writhe
impett-.. and helpless to aid her. But
in this tense and dramatic scene g
sense Of shame took possession Of
him; his pagan heart softened: not
from pity, but from the respect which
one brave person gives fr~ee-handed to
another.
Mahomed was not a bad man, nei.
| her was he a cruel one. He had been
terribly wronged, and his eastern way
had but angle of vision: to avense
himself, believing that revenge alone
could soothe his outraged pride and
reestablish his honor as he viewed II
from within. Had the courier re.
turned with the Holy Yhiordes, it IL
not impossible that he would have lib.
Grated them all. But now he dared
not; he was not far enough away. To
Bagdad. then, and as swiftly as the