The evening world. [volume] (New York, N.Y.) 1887-1931, 1914-05-02

had learned about the
transaction In the grave
yard, and had recognized at
once In the romance-reciter his for
mer acquaintance Of the march. Had
he impaired his information to others
No doubt OF II! Stanton could hardly
venture now to tell many tales OH the
street corners. or In the cafes of
Damascus. Confound the strollers (!
They probably had been but too glad
TO nibble at the reward the dia-
mond merchant was sure to have Of
fered. Stanton sighed. lie seemed
10 be getting back TO where he had
been some time ago.
He had to leave town. The conclu-
sion was like IA retrogression. How
long ago had he been thinking the
same thing. with her at his side? An
hour, two hours? 1t must be nearly
2 o'clock by this time. But he must
not think OF that. or Of her now. Only
II waS difficult to avoid doing so. He
had not realized how near and dear
she had become. Why. she was in
dispenssble. That was the word. In
dLspensabie! He had to have her.
She Wa necessary to his existence.
Where she went he would follow.
though to the ends Of the world. He
no longer felt physical weakness. or
told himself he didn't. The cut on
his shoulder was nothing: he was
sltShly unsteady. that was all. but
strong-strong enough to get out Of
the intolerant city. He experienced
only savage anger now against those
who would keep him here: they had
no right to attempt TO do SO: he
would break the bars OF this Moslem
prison, he did not much care how.
nor at what risk to himself
To-night-it must be tonight he
would go. Reiteration! Helpless.
hopeless. almost childish reiteration!
Sut, at least, he didn't have to think
Of her now In any plans he might
make. He did not have TO ask her to
share any risks, the way he had when
he had left her in the market place.
The market place? Suddenly no
started. The stall? The Star of the
Desert? Was the greatest stallion
still there, where he had left him?
1t was possible. II was even most
likely. Amad was probably devoting
his efforts principally to guarding the
exits at present. He would play
that city OF mystery and myriad
hiding places while II was dark.
He would wait for the morn to do
that Then perhaps the fanatics
would have wearied OF burning and
footing In the native Christian quar-
tar and he more ready to devote
themselves to the diamond merchants
personal concerns. There was too
much confusion In the city to have
oeoAucted a very systematic search
a. <, Xst' Young man started toward the
market place. II only he could reach
there, mount the Star. and rush"
6ne Of the exits. or attempt to do so!
IL seemed rather a mad eXpedtent.
but 1t might not be impossible. In
deed, the things that look hardest
are sometimes the least difficult. Had
he not seen that demonstrated in the
great college game? The unexpected
succeeded. He himself had once been
selected by his team TO pull off
stunt, seemingly about NJ unachiev-
able as this one.
But II had been at a crisis: all was
lost unless something OF the kind
could be accomplished. And he, the
lucky halfback. had turned the trick.
That goal had been for glory: this
was for paradise. II was guarded by
soldiers who should be sleepy by this
time. And " not sleepy. fairly ine-
briated! They had had an early start.
Besides, they probably couldn't shoot
Atraight anyhow. The thoroughfare
was dark: he could manage to get
fairly close, before
Yes; he would do II. Nerve would
carry q man far. Even AZ he told
himself this he stumbled. but recov-
cred with feeling OF surprised i'm
patience and continued. He saw at
length the open space OF the market
before him and paused to rest. Not
long! might leave him,
he had certainly lost bit OF blood,
o nd the day would come and find him
there. 1t would not be dark much
longer. Soon would be heard the call
TO morning prayer. He must hasten
hasten And with an effort he did.
Now he was at the entrance to the
square. His hand brushed against
the wall and he CROPPED his way along.
At last he stood before the stall. A
low Whitney greeted him. Pegasus!-
Garden Of Eden'-cedars OF Solomon
-"song Of songs"-his thoughts were
chaotic. He hardly knew what he did.
But he managed to unfasten Pegasus.
II took him some time to mount.
Good old Pegasus still he
stood !--seemed TO know. Coal
garden song! --clinging with one
hand 10 the pommel OF the saddle.
swaylng like a drunkard, he rode
forth.