The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1914-10-18

softly, softly:
fanny lord. my life. this is
death"
The Engishman remained stolid,
concentrated, passive. His hand
worked in staccato jerks; the beam
Of light danced and jerked with It.
"Retire-Bhagwana," he flashed
Acknowledgements"
Nadia slid across the cushions to
the mans side. She leaned her rich
young body against his. She wound
her arms about him-her soft, round.
plant arms. The warmth and sex
or them struck through his .silken
garments; the perfume OF her body
and her vesture was all about him
and stealing on his senses.
jan She whispered. "NIy lord,
Jan. my life. Am not beautiful?
Am not worth ali things? Oh! my
lord, my lord!"
Her breast was against his breast.
Her face was very near his face. He
could see the deep and sleepy en-.
chantment of her eyes Her lips were
red and soft, 80 soft. The backward
inclination of her head showed him
her throat. curying deliciously to
sink aliuringly into her breast.
JAM she whispered, Gan, am
beautiful. beautiful. am yours.
am worth all things"
Her sex and her mystery all but
intoxicated him. but he fought It. He
wrcnched his gaze away. He
looked steadily down at the fight in
the valley. His hand moved and
moved.
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS." he
flckered. 'Enemy-ambuBhed ed
Naida's left hand pulled his face
down to the satin softness OF her
shoulders. where the warm curve of
the throat sinks into 1t. Her arms
frightened.
Jan. my lord" she whispered.
You are bringing death. Is not my
love better than death? Am not
better than death-richer. loyelier?"
She chung to him tightly.
The man fought her. fought all
that she meant. He pushed her back,
his left hand against her breast.
With his right the message fiickered
inexorably. II he stopped that mes.
sage, hung for the barest moment,
Nadia and all Naida's ;oveliness and
love would win-the British force
would lose. With gritted teeth he
fought down the rising tumult of his
womanbewitched senses. His mes.
sage went on.
Gorge - by - Deh-i-Mazang-a
trap" his ray spelt out. "A trap
Naida's arms were tight about
him. He could not fend her off. He
did not try. He let her cling to him.
1t did not matter; he could work his
right hand. He could look over her
shoulder at the valley.
Naida's face came between him
and the valley. She strove to inter
pose the allure that was in her eyes
and his observation-disclosures. He shut
his eyes. His message went on me.
chemically.
Gorge - by Dehi-Mazang "a
trap. Afghans''--
"Jan." she whispered. my lord,
Jan. for all my love stop. For me,
for all of me. stop, STOP"
The Englishman did not open his
eyes. The mechanical pickering of
the right hand went on: "Afghans-
ambushed = in gorge - Afghans
ambush
Naida's strong, hthe arms pressed
him tighter to her. She strained him
against her yielding bosom. She
pressed and pressed him in, her EN-.
brace.
the COR spelt the message.
and then it stopped.
The signal sergeant in the Lancers
swore and demanded "Rspeat-re.
peat" Nothing more came from the
house on the hill.
Upon the roof the man stayed for
many moments locked in the
woman's arms. Presently the woman
got to her feet, and the man slid
gently to the cushion as though tired
out. The woman looked down at
him. Her face was bitter and sad.
A burst of firing came up from the
valley. 1t seemed to recall the
woman to her senses. She passed
her hand over her eyes like one dis.
pelling a bad dream. She looked
down into the valley. She saw that
The fighting in the valley had
shifted away to the village of Bhag.
wana. 1t meant nothing to her, and
she watched it dispirltedly. Present.
y as she watched burst of cheer.
ing arose from the hills over Kabul.
She saw that many of the Goralog
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