The Pulaskian., 1916-07-21
CHAPTER vII-Continued.

He lifted her hand to his lips, his eyes still on her face, and, returning Arnaud's salute, strode across the sunlit courtyard and disappeared into the shadows. Husband and wife watched him in silence. Then Arnaud gave a short, half-angry laugh.
 When the devil goes abroad it is usually to some purpose" he said "How did he come here?"
 T invited him.
 "He had not called on you"
 She shrugged her shoulders prettily.
 ''That was just what made me do 1t. ! was bored and lonely, and bored and lonely people are bound to do something mad"
 You are very often bored, Sylvia"
 Yes" she agreed But does that mean l am very often mad?"
 He looked up at her, his pale eyes full of moody wistfulness How much can happen in year where woman Is concerned. A year ago you would not have been bored, Sylvia. You thought then that there was no more lovely place on earth than Sidi-bel- Abbes, and that there was no other man for you than myself. Now you are restless ana discontented. You hate the place and-perhaps your hus- band" The last words broke from him with a petulant violence. It was the irritable accusation of man who does not believe what he is saying and ex- poets contradiction. None came. Syl- via Arnaud's fair head was still bent over her flowers. He sprang upright, his face ashy with passion. Do you hate me, Sylvia ?" he stammered. She lifted her eyes for a moment, but not to him. In their brown, velvety depths there were pathos and melancholy in- fnitely touching.
 'Oh, no, I don't hate you, Desire" she said in her soft voice. "I have never hated anyone. But you don't un- derstand. How should you? You are man, and not even man of my own race. Women are so different. They live in such 8 narrow circle, Desire, and their dreams are everything to them. They hold up ideals for them selves, and the whole world is glorifed in their eyes. How natural when a man comes to them they should hail him as the consummation of all they they should wake up one day and find the glorious world desert and their Idols shattered forever
 Have I done that?" She made no answer, and he sprang at her and seized her by the wrist in paroxysm of excitement. Have I done that? Am I the broken idol?"
 She released herself with gentle de cision from his desperate grasp.
 Its too late, Desire" she said sadly. When man breaks a woman's faith 1t is always beyond repair"
 She moved away from him to the curtained door leading into the house, but he sprang after her, barring her path, his eyes pleading and full of worship that might have touched her.
 Sylvia, will do anything. have been thinking-the Second regiment is ~~NSi C0 lO 1OAhla tJhdii l C<ASAieaiA5S It will give yoA fresh surroundings fresh society The climate isn't bad now. Or shall I get leave-I shall take you to England for month-tWo months-or we shall travel
 She flushed suddenly.
 Tt is not necessary. do not want to take you from your duty"
 His hand dropped from the curtain. Beneath the half-closed eyelids there fickered two dangerous points of light.
 Tn other words, you won't attempt to bridge the gulf that has come be tween us-at your wish, as l verify believe. Very well, whatever happens on your head be it.
 He turned away, and for moment she hesitated, looking back at him like child endeavoring to penetrate the meaning of some vague threat of the future. Then the curtains fell softly behind her.
 Sidi-bel- -Abbes has two great streets running north to south and east to west. In between are the little for M s4