Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1913-01-23

faced their labors with clear eye and
feared nothing; women sang at their
work. 1t was only at the close Of day
that despair and defeat stalked the
highways. So she was up with the
sun, whether in her own garden or in
these odd and mystical cities. Thus
she saw the native as he was, not as
he later in the day pretended to be,
for the benefit of the Feringhi about
to be stretched upon the sacrificial
stone. She saw, with gladness, the
honey-bee Thrilling the rose, the ploW-
mans share barring the soil; the morn
ing, the morning, the two or three
hours that were all, all her own. Her
mother was always irritable and petu-
liant in the morning, and her uncle
never developed the gift of speech till
after luncheon.
She had the same love Of prowling
that lured Ryanne from the beaten
paths. She was not inquisitive but
curious, and that ready disarming
smile of hers opened many a portal.
She was balancing upon her gloved
palm, thoughtfully, a Soudanese head
trinket, a pendant Of twisted gold
wires, flawed emeralds and second
pearls, really exquisite and not gen
= orally to be found outside the expen-
sive shops in the European quarters,
and there ~infrequently. The merchant
wanted twenty pounds for 1t. Fortune
shook her head, regretfully. 1t was
far beyond her means. She sighed.
} Only once in a great while she saw
, something for which her whole heart
!. cried out. This pendant was n Of
t these.
II will give you five pounds for it.
That is all | have with me-"
"Salaam, madame" said the jeweler,
reaching for the pendant.
off you will send it to the Hotel Sc
> miramis this afternoon :" But
she faltered at the sight Of the mer-
chants in%credulous smile.
"Ill give you ten for it; not a pias-
: tire more. l can get one like 1t in the
= Sharia Kamel for that amount"
. Both Fortune and the merchant
turned.
"You, Horace?"
eyes, my child. And what are you
t doing here alone, without a drago-
e MANI"
e "Oh, l have been through here alone
many times. I'm not afraid. Isn't it
d beautiful? He wants twenty pounds
for it, and l cannot afford that"
She had not seen him in many
e weeks, yet she accepted his sudden ap-
n pearance without question or surprise.
She was used to his turning up at un-
s expected moments. OF course, she
!. had known that he was in Cairo;
where her mother and uncle were this
n secretive man was generally within
A calling. There had been a time wher
h she had eagerly piled him with ques
lions, but he had always erected bar
Il riers of evasion, and finally she ceased
b her opportunities, for she concluded
A that her questions were such. No mat
II ter to whom she turned, there was nj
one to answer her questions, questions
% born of doubt and fear.
n "Ten pounds" repeated Ryanne, {
n hand in his pocket.
Il. The merchant laughed. Here wer,
% a young man and his sweetheart. Hi
experience had taught him, and no
unwisely, that love is an easy victim
I'd too proud to haggle, too generous t
in bargain sharply. Twenty" he re
ID iterated.
"Salaam!" said Ryanne, Goo
,e day!" He drew the somewhat resis
g. ing hand of Fortune under his arr
ne and made for the door. SSH" he whiI
Mt pered. Leave it to me-" They game
RS the street.
n The merchant was dazed. He ha
n misjudged what he now recognized a
y; an old hand. The two were turnin
ng up another street when he ran GU
nd shouting to them and waving tn
n; pendant. Ryanne laughed.
nd "Ten pounds. l am a poor man, e
nd fendi, and l need the money. TIE
Is, pounds. ann giving 1t away" TIL
us merchants eyes filled with tears,
trick left to him from out Of the ruin
ng Of his youth, that ready service I
Id, forestall the merited rod.
CHI Ryanne counted out ten sovereign
of and put the pendant in Fortune
he hand. And the pleasure in his hea
err, was such as he had not known
1t man, days. The merchant wisely hu
1t ried back to his shop.
Of But = she began protes
pol ingly.
It. "Tut, tut! l have known you sin,
ito you wore short dresses and tam
shanters."
at Il really cannot accept 1t as a gil
e's Let me borrow the ten pounds"
me "And why can't you accept a lit
to gift from met"
She had no ready answer. 81
gazed steadily at the dull pearls al
the faky emeralds. She could not a
him where he had got those SOW
eigns. She could not possibly be
for cruel. She could not dlssemble
In words like her mother. That gold 81
vas knew to be a part Of a dishonest bt
ng, gain whose forester had been a tn,
int, more, a sacrilege. Her honesty W
ere like pure gold, unalloyed, unmix
hen with soDhiGtie ssbierfuges. Thss I