Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1913-04-30

knew that George, his soul filled with
unlucky quixotic sense OF cnivalry
which had made him so easy a victim
TO her mother. would not accept his
liberty at the price OF Ryanne's. Ry-
anne, TO whom he owed nothing, not
even mercy. And II she had had to
ask one OF the two, George would
have been the natural selection, for
she trusted him implicitly. Perhaps
there still fingered in her mind rec
objection OF how charmingly he had
spoken OF his mother
She could have set out for Cairo
alone: even as she could have grown
a pair OF wings and sailed through the
air! The fate that walked behind her
was malevolent. cruel, unjust. She
had wrcnged no one, in thought or
deed. She had put out her hand conf
IDENTIFY to the world. to be laughed at.
distrusted. or ignored Was it pos
sible that little more than a month
ago she wandered, IL not happy, in
the sense she desired. at least in a
peaceful state OF mind, among her ca
melias and roses at Mentone? Her
world had been, in this short time,
remolded, reconstructed; where once
had bloomed 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 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 do?"
Take my medicine" grimly.
'Ryanne, you are offering the cow
ardly part to mel"
You fool, it's the girl What do
l care about the rest OF it? You're
| as brave as n lion. When you put I'D
your fists the other night, you solved
that puzzle for yourself For Gods
sake. do 1t while 1 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 quicklyl He will
give you food and water"
You go. She knows you better
than me-"
But will she trust me as she will
you? Percival, old top, Mahomed win
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 / 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 mono OF u.s." she re-
peated.
And Mahomed, having witnessed
and overheard the scene, laughed. a
laughter identical 10 that which had
struck the barmaid's 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 a barrier over
| which none of them would pass vol
unfairly. SO much for pride as the
! Christian dogs knew Il. Pride ia a
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 / say 10 him?"
Whatever you will" Ryanne was
tired. He saw that argument would
be OF no use.
"All or none OF US" And Fortune
looked at Mshomed with all the pride
Of her race. 1T is not because you
wish me to be free; It is because you
wish to see one OF my companions
made base In my eyes. will not have
! IT,"
The will OF Allahl" He could not
repress the fire OF admiration In him
own eyes as they took in her beauty
the erect, slender figure. the scorD
upon her face, and the fearlessness IN
her great, dark eyes. Such a woman
might have graoed the palace Of the
Great Caliph. He had had in mind
many little cruelues to practice upon
her, that he might see the men writhe.
impotent and helpless to aid her. But
in this tense and dramatic scene. a
sense OF shame took possession OF
him; his pagan heart softened; not
from pity. bnt from the respect which
one brave person gives freehasded TO
another.
Mahomed was not a bad man, nei-