Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1913-01-22


lieved. The Pasha would not be in
Bagdad for many weeks. The revolu-
ton in Constantinople, the success of
the Young Turk party, made the
Pasha's future incumbency a matter of
conjecture. While he pulled those
wires familiar to the politician, Ma
homed set out bravely to recover the
stolen rug. He was prepared to pro-
ceed to any length to regain it, even
to the horrible (to his Oriental mind)
necessity Of buying it. He retained
his travel-worn garments circumspect-
ly, for none would believe that his
burnouse was we'll lined with English
bank-notes.
"Well?" said Ryanne, whirling his
cane. He was by no means at ease.
There was going to be trouble some
where along the road.
Il have come for the Yhiordes, eff
fendi."
'FThe rug? That's too bad. I haven't
it,
''Who has?" One fear beset Mahom-
eds heart; this dog, whom he called
effendi, might have sold it, since that
must have been the ultimate purpose
of the theft. And if he had sold it
to one who had left Egypt Ma
homed's neck grew cold. "Who has
it, effendi? Is the man still in Cairo ?"
eyes. If you and your two friends
will come with me to the English-Bar,
I'll explain many things to you,' as
sured Ryanne, beginning, as he be-
| lieved, to see his way forward. Don't
be afraid I'm not setting any trap for
you. I'll tell you trut2fully that
didn't expect to see you SO soon. If
you'll come along III do the best can
to straighten out the matter. What do
you say?"
Mahomed eyed him with keen dis
| trust. This white man was as strong
in cunning as he was in flesh He had
! had practical demonstrations Still,
whatever road LED to the recovery Of
| the rug must needs be travelled. His
arm, though it still reposed in a sling
was not totally helpless. 1t stood
three to one, then. He spoke briefly
to his companions, over whom he
seemed to have some authority. These
two inventoried the smooth-faced Fer
| inghi. One replied. Mahomed ap-
| proved. Three to one, and in these
! streets many to call upon, in case of
open hostilities. The English-Bar Ma
! hOmed knew tolerably we'll He had
known it in the Iawless and reveling
| eighties. It would certainly be neu-
trail ground, since the proprietor was a
/ Greek, With a dignified sweep of his
| hand, he signed for Ryanne to get into
| the carriage. Ryanne did so, relieved.
He was certain that he could bring
Mahomed round to a reasonable view
| of the affair He was even willing to
give him a little money. The three
Arabs climbed in beside him, and the
journey to the hosiery was made
without talk. Ryanne pretended to be
vastly interested in the turmoil
through which the carriage rolled, now
swiftly, now hesitant, now at stand
still, and again tortuously Once Ma
| homed felt beneath his burnouse for
his money; and once Ryanne, in the
pretense of seeking a cigar, felt for
his. They were rather upon even
terms in the adjudication Of each 9TH
| er's character
The English-Bar was not the most
inviting place. Sober, Ryanne had
never 0arkened it's doors. The odor
of garlic prevailed over the lesser
smells of bad cooking 1t was lighted
only from the street, by two windows
and a door that swung open all the
days in the year. The windows were
/ generally half obscured by bills an
nouncing boxing-matches, wrestling
bouts and the Autographs of cheap
theaters. The walls were decorated
in a manner to please the inherent
Anglo-Saxon taste for strong men, fast
horses, and pink-tighted Venuses. A
few iron-topped tables Uttered both
room and sidewalk, and here were
men of a dozen nationalities, slipping
coffee, drinking beer, or solemnly