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the hands little feverish as you
walk 1t is the actual odor of antiquity,
finest dust in suspension in the
wind, the dust of decay from past
ages. All that dies in Egypt becomes
dry, and only after centuries turns
to dust and loses form. That which
rots away in a year in our northern
cline keeps its sembIance for thou
sand years in Egypt. The stones Of
the houses Of native Cairo were many
of them quarried by the ancients; the
wooden beams and joists have lasted
from the days Of the Pharaohs, and
only now are gently crumbling. Here
the very stones can be used to manure
the fields. Subtly, secretly, the sew
enth foundation Is always crumbling
away and passing in dust into the
desert air. The smell in the air Is
partly the fine dust of mummies, Of
the bodies that were once erect and
nervous and vivid, gay and felicitous
and moving, the mysterious fiocking
humans of thousands of years ago.
Crowds In the Streets.
The streets roll forward with flock
ing crowds-dark faces, brown faces,
sallow faces; red caps and straw hats
and little turbans and smocks and
burnous; negroes, Copts, Arabs, wom-
en- In white wells, women with dark
wells; Europeans, soldiers, hawkers,
mendicants, postcard sellers. newspa-
per vendors. Along the center of the
broad ssn-swept roadways crash the
electric trans; the rubber-tired cabs
and wide-hooded victorias follow pleas
antly; the motor cars proceed; the
military auto-cycles pant; and the
heavy OK and buffalo carts Of the ma
tives blunder along Mt the sides.
There Is doing everywhere, happen
ing, being. voluminous and promiscu-
Gus action floods and surges through
tho city with the traffic. 1t is life
everywhere. And yet mingled with
life there Is death. There Is plague
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.AIpO TO
WAp lTME

in Cairo, and every now and then the
eyes rest on a native funeral process
sion, one procession, two professions,
five professions, ten professions all
following one another. They are In
every street, and they go past with
their strange pomp of death, with the
body and the mOurners and the keen
ers and professional howlers. The
brightly living crowd on the footways
each side of the road pause mo-
ment and think, someone has died."
and pass on, oblivious, intent on life.
In luxurious hotels gentle and beauti-
full Nubians are handing out delicate
fare, rich dishes cooked and served In
that sought-out and magnificent style
that Egypt has inherited from ages Of
epicurism. And wonderful assem-
bly, of officers and ladies, rich pleasure
seekers and tourists from the Mediter-
ranean shores, invalids, receives-sit-
ting at flower-decked tables In great
halls.
A strange impression in the after
noon, to go down the side streets and
see the throngs of young men, UNI
steady on their feet but bright-eyed
and thirsty-lipped, greedy, eager the
strong-limbed sunburnt colonial sol
diers dancing with Arab girls, the cafe
chantants, shooting saloons, bars, bad
houses, the barrel organs, the smell Of
the air.
When Night Comes.
Night comes over the stately city,
and the Europeans in their white
clothes come in greater numbers into
the streets. The great remote staring
moon stands over the broad highway
and arched bridges. Heat seems to be
generated through the haze in the sky,
but light, dry breeze is ever blowing,
and the pungent, sweetish odor Of the
city Is in the nostrils. In the contrast
of darkness and night silence the
clangor of eastern music Is more stir.
ring. 1t stirs the body, not the soul,
and is like the sensuous music Of
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him" the captain said with mock rev.

him" the captain said with mock rev
erence.
"And why-why have you come
back?" she inquired slowly.
"For the same reason that l went
away he said promptly.
what was that?
"a woman
His soft reply, his serious eyes,
thrilled her. But Mt the same time she
knew that she must no longer let him
remain In a lovers mood-she who
would have given anything to hear
that one short month ago.
you, Larry" She forced gay
laugh. "How exciting! Tell me, who
was she?"
1.-The woman l loved" was his quiet
reply.
She could not mistake his meaning.
II never thought you were In love
with anybody" she rejoined.
But | was and she was darlin'-
the loveliest thing in the whole world,
watched over by some guardian angel
that brought her the best in life"
And yet she refused you?" Ethel
said with smile. She wished that
Larry Redmond had not stayed to talk
with her. But the man fascinated her.
He always had. And though she knew
she had no right 10 listen to such
things as he was telling her, some ir-
resistible force seemed to hold her
helpless until he should have told her
that he loved her.
"Ah! She hadn't the chance to re-
fuse me-" he was saying, 'for l never
told her-because how could 1? l was
just a captain in the army; how could
l hope TO take care of her the way 4
man should take care of the woman he
lovesT'
Ethels heart was heavy with the
thought Of what might have been.
''How selfish you men are! Perhaps
she cared, too?" she suggested.
Captain Redmond shook his head de-
spondently.
mo, think not" he replied. IL
don't think she even guessed how
felt. | don't think she guesses now.
You see, she was rich. she was beauti-
full. There were always dozen men
dancing attendance on her-bully
chaps, some of them! And one day
when they told me she was engaged
to the bulliest of them all. went
away"
without saying Goodbye" Even he
caught the suspicion Of reproach in her
voice.
II couldn't do that" he explained. 81
wanted her to be happy; but l couldn't
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SYNOPSIS.

Georgy Wagstar. daughter Of Sir
George, OF the British admiralty hints at
q liaison between her governess, Ethel
Willoughby, and Henry Streetman. Ethel
denies 1t. Henry Streetman calls on Ethel
and while waiting for her talks to Brews-
ter. Sir Georges butler. who Is German
spy. about his failure TO get at admiralty
papers in Sir Georges possession: He
phones to German secret service head
quarters. Streetman, the German spy, and
Roeder (alias Brewster. the buter) are
discussing the possibility of war. When
Ethel appears he tries TO force her to get
from Sir George knowledge of the sailing
orders to the British fleet. Though she
believes him French instead of Ger
man spy, she refuses until he threatens
her. She begs him to announce their Sc
cret marriage. as Georgy is suspicious.
but he puts her off. At tea Georgy and
her lover. Guy Falconer, tease Sir George.
and Streetman makes an awkward at
tempt to talk politics. Streetman, the
German spy. Sir George Wagstaff British
naval official. Ethel Willoughby. secret
wife of Streetman, and others are having
tea at the Wagstan home. The party Is
discussing a play. Charlie Brown, news
paper man of New York, entertains the
tea party with his views on the threat
ened war in Europe. Guy Falconer de-
clares that If war comes he Will go TO
Cuba. His mother and Sir George reprove
him. Charlie says Guy is spooflng. Capt.
Larry Redmond of the Irish Guards, calls
on Ethel. The two had been undeclared
lovers.
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" ROM the desert back to the
- town, to "the world" to the
hurly-burly of Cairo and the
fieshpots of Egypt. 1t Is war
time, the summer Of 1915. The city is
full Of soldiers, sunburned Australians
and New Zealanders who have not yet
been In action but are being kept lest
the Arabs should come out of the
desert and strive to efface the English
and French civilization of the banks
Of the lower Nile and so add more
ruins to the ruins of Egypt, writes
Stephen Graham in Country Life.
The city is majestical with It's broad
streets, white stone palaces and state
ly mansions, its wondrous river and
its mighty bridges. The dryness
cleanness and Wilderness of city that
knows no rain; the city CLEANS In a
vast supply Of sunshine. The wind
blows all the time from the desert
and watts heat in the face as from
furnace. A city of life and gay en-
ergy. The fountain of life plays rap
idly and brilliantly all the time, throw
Ing up all colOrs forms, faces. There
is sense of respondent and tremen-
dous gayety. No one comes to Cairo to
be an ascetic and mortify the flesh. But
every building, every sight and sound
says, "Life, life, life." All around is
death-the desert which is death it.
self, the Pyramids which are tombs,
the old cities and ruins which are the
bodies of ancient civilizations passed
away. But every sight and sound in
the oasis Of the great city says-Live,
be gay, let the pulse beat fast, let the
heart go and be glad, let the eyes
sparkle and burn. let the lips form
words of passion and pleasure.
There is sense of an immense an
tiquity which, in contrast with
the little second of the present
moment, makes the latter less i'm
portant, less holy. There Is a
subtle smell in the air, an odor
that makes the head little dizzy and
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quite bear to see her happiness with
my own eyes. And so I've tossed
away the last twelve months-no good
to anyonew
"Yet now you've come back" she
said sadly. to herself more than to
him. She could not help remembering
what he had just said about the Irish
being too late.
He turned to her eagerly.
"'Twas only the other day In Pana-
ma picked up copy of an old Times
and read there a paragraph about
her. She was still Miss-Miss-and so
I'm here" he said pointedly, though he
had mentioned no name to identify the
girl of whom he spoke.
"Here? she asked, as If perplexed.
He went to her then.
"Ethel! Ethel! want you to marry
mel' he besought her. He kneeled up
on the settee beside her. please God,
say you will!'
ooh. Larry! Larryr' She was both
happy and sad-happy to know that he
really loved her, but desolate when
she realized that what he asked could
never be.
ooh, Ethel! / love you'll love your
"And never even dreamed itr' The
irony OF 1t ali swept over her like some
engulfing fooc
you care for me, too, dou't your
oh, say you dor he begged
She rose, as If she would snake Off
the cruel chains that kept her away
from hin
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NebuchadneZzar, the music of cornet,
flute, harp, sackbut, psaltery and dull
elmer. Dark women with gold orna-
ments hang out from curtainless win
dows or Turk just inside doorways and
dark passageways, ready to coil snake
like upon prey. In the roadways
shouting calling crowd. In the tav-
erns they are singing "Tipperary" and
"We Won't Go Home Till Morning.;
some men are standing on the tables,
others are trying to put gawky Arab
girls through the steps of tango.
The music jangles. The whole street
has collective voice, a strange tink-
ling and murmuring uproar.
A tall, lank, loose-jawed, genial
COpt would show you the haunts of
evil and offers his services to procure
you pleasure. You have said mo" to
him; he stands there where you left
him on the pavement in his long cot
ton rags. smiling gently and cogitative-
ly-the same type as stood In the city
Of the Pharaohs in the old days of the
Israelitish bondage. 1t is strange to
reflect that they find In the mummies
of those who lived so many thousands
Of years ago the marks of "the city's
disease" and the sign of the impure
strain. There is community of sin.
What was in ancient Egypt Is in the
world today and was not invented In
any recent time but has been carried
on from one human being to another,
to many others, and from them to
others still.
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mans. There could be no doubt that II
was the same episode. The long arm
of coincidence could scarcely stretch
that far And now, at his final SEN
tence, Ethel started.
"a GERMANY" she cried In quick sur.
prise.
"Yes! Heinrich Strassman"
Ethel gasped.
| Heinrich Strassman. Are you
sure?" She could not believe that she
heard him Alright.
"Oh, I'd not be likely to forget
him." Captain Redmond assured her
bitterly.
Wouldn't that be Henry Streetman
In English?" she asked slowly.
Eyes, I suppose So" he rejoined.
"WhyT
Ethel Wllloughby rose and moved
away from him, to hide her agitation.
"Oh, nothingw she said.
"Its a queer game" Larry said. ig-
norant of her agony-'this thing they
call life. 1, an officer in his majesty's
army, to owe mine to man in the
German secret servicew
"a German spyw Now Ethel knew
what her husband was. Now she knew
why he was eternally pressing her to
gouge official secrets out Of Sir George
Wagstaff. Her gorge rose within her.
eve mustn't hold that against him."
Larry chided her gently. He little knew
the agony that she was concealing
from him. "'Twas his job-and for
stranger he'd been mighty kind to me
he and his wife,"
That last word struck her cold.
"What did you say?" she asked him
very slowly.
''Why, that he and his wife had been
mighty kind to me-"
you're quite sure he was married 2"
she inquired in manner that was
strangely deliberate. Aghast as she
was at the thought of Henry Street
mans duplicity, at his villainy In sub
jecting her to a marriage that seemed
no marriage at all, certain calm sat
lsfaction came over her. In spite of
her shame she was glad beyond words
that she was not tied to him for life
IL what she now tried to believe were
only true!
Married." Larry repeated. ooh,
I'm quite sure His wife was typical
moonfaced German hausfrau, with two
children-bonny little Riddles. used
to romp EN-"
ooh, my Godl My Godw Ethel
cried suddenly.
"My dear-what Is It? What Ia it?'
Larry exclaimed. He saw that she was
In agony. And he went Ia her as he
might have hurried to any huttering
bird with a broken wing.
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CHAPTER Vll-Continued.

Beware OF the military, Ethel-es-
pecially when he's Irish" she warned
Ethel.
In another moment Miss Willoughby
and Captain Redmond were alone, she
herself seated upon the wide settee
But the captain, apparently, dared not
trust himself nearer her than the stool
upon which he perched just where he
could not touch her. There had been
a time when he and Ethel were undis-
guisedly fond of each other. But now
he was scarcely sure of her senti-
ments toward him.
$50, Larry, you've actually come
back at last" she said.
81 wonder IL Ii can seem as long to
you as it does to me-" he unused.
81 don't know-perhapsW
"Do you mind when saw you last?
Twas at dance on the river"
"At Marlowe!" She had been far
from forgetting that pleasant memory.
Then you do remember!' he cried
with delight. 1T was my first one
step!' he told her.
SllpptlS, buc Ic-
minded him. to tease him.
did L? Then it was punishment
that when l came up the second time
wild taxicabs wouldn't drag another
dance from your"
mo, you were too late" Ethel ex-
plaiued. She had no wish to be too
hard on him.
TOO late! That's the tragedy Of the
Irish! We're always too somethin'-
tho late or too early-too sentimental
or too cynical-too shy or too bold. We
laugh too much and we're too sad.
We're too much in love or not at all.
We're way up or we're way down."
''In fact, you're Irish," she interpo-
lated softly.
J "Yoz sound as If you liked US
Irish" he rejoined.
She gave him an enigmatic look
II love you-Irlsh," she replied.
otis lucky race we are!' he told
her, with great enthusiasm.
"But tell me-what have you been
doing?" Ethel asked.
"Since spoiled your slippers?" Cap
tain Redmond laughed. He seemed
never to remain long in a serious mood.
"Oh, my dear, I've been long way
from Tipperary-the States, India, Ber-
lin, Paris, South America. And ah!
my dear how lonely I've been?'
You lonely" She could not believe
that the lnercurial Irishman could ever
long be that.
'I've been in crowded places and in
empty ones, but always l was alone"
he said with just hint Of sadness. In
spite Of the gayety that his friends
loved in him, there were many times
when Captain Redmond had to fight
hard to dispel the Celtic melancholy
that was his natural heritage. "But
there, there-tell me about yourself"
he begged
But Ethel was not ready to do that.
she shrank from discussing herself
with him.
$50 you've become great globe
traster-you who'd never been out of
EnglaDdr she said, hastily.
"Ahl That was different. was poor
then" he reminded her.
"Oh-and nowW
I'm the idle rich he informed her
humorously. "An uncle In India fell
off his horse, hunting-not very roman
tic, was It? And they cablei me I
was the sole heir to his vast estates"
81 didn't know you had an uncle in
India" Ethel commented with some
surprise.
No more did II But--tiod bless
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Consistent Expectation.

'The fashions for women are get
ting more youthful every year." COM
mented one man.
"Does that meet with your dlsap-
proval2"
mot a bit. If 1t goes Oh this way
few seasons more, my wife will be will
ing to give up her automobile and rldo
In baby carriage"
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A queer race of people, the
Irish. Romantic, poetic, impul-
sive, charming, theirs has been
a tragic history for centuries.
You'll find Irish soldiers of for
tune in all the worlds wild en-
terprises and every soldier po-
tential lovemaker. Says Captain
Redmond to Ethel: That's the
tragedy Of the Irish! We're al
ways too something-too late or
too early-too sentimental or
too cynical-too shy or too
bold" You will enjoy their in
terview in this instaIIment.
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! elne rationale Gampagne BON ar0.
berem llmIane als ie 3uOor betrieber
iperoen. Die llmItdnDe, oenen tpir
un5 gsgeniiberIehsn, MAIDEN oies sur
gsbieteriIhen Notpenoigteit. Der I'M
9eheuerlid1e Welttrieg, bic 3uitdnos
in U}erito unb Die olarmiersnoe
9lusbrsiturg oss oggrsNioen mliIi=
turismus legen uns Die pili6t ouf,
eine ener9iite 9tgitdtionsz uno Grz
5iehungs 9ampagns gu fiibren.
pldne Iino ausgeIsgt. nue berz
fii9baren Rsonsr in Der Yartei friih>
3eitig ins Jelo gu Itidsn. Sluber=
Dem tperoen unIere Ii.er1riihen
ardfte mobiIiiisrt perosn, tpie uis 5u=
DOT. Die fdhisitsr Shriftitsller in
unieren Reihsn bersitsn ihon Slug
bldttsr Dor, Die mir miQionsnfut psrz
breiten miiTen. gSir tuolIer teine
bloBe aampusns bss s5lug9enIhnenz
tens. lnIsre lit cine aampngne Der
Gr5iehung. llnIer prGiioentitafts=
aunoioat, 9snoile gsnIon, miro auz
ser ieiner reonerilhen 5Gtigteit jeoe
Wohe ooer penn notpenoia otter
= Elm ips3ieaes Jluablatt iiber Jra=
gen Don beIonberem Sntereiie ihrei-
ben. bas oirett BON Der preiIe nit
er0bter Gle in ale 5sile oes 2an>
Des geIaubt lper0en miro. Man bofft
10, Die 3umpasns als Die gr0Bts Grz
3isbunss= uro 9luftllrunes aam=
posne in unIerer poIitiihsn 0eihi6ts
fortleben gu Iuhen.
Sum arisgfiibrsn geh0rt
9elo.
0enoHen, sur 0urhfiihruns oieIsr
VIdne beoiirfen mir elmer 9rober
Summs @eIoss. I'm lie aufsubringen,
miii1en mir ale Su Spfern bereit
isin. Sober Gsnoi'e uno 9enoIin
mug Ieinen ooer ihrsn 5eil tun. I'm
Iers W}itslieoIhaft betrdst sirta 10O,z
900. 3tpei Dollar bon ieoem Wiitz
slieoe lpurbs uns sinen Jono bon
100000 aeben. SIT oies audi tpeniz
ger. oIs ieoe Ger aIten pcrteien in
sinsm einsissn Staat. aus9eben ptro,
10 lpiiros ss bod senii9en, bic IoSiu=
Iiitiihe gotIhaft in jeoen WintsI Der
Der. Staaten su trugen.
Die Summe piiroe. tpis luir
elduben, sic WahI BON niht ipenisez
oIs aht aonsrebleuten beoeuteu.
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tennt tein 9ebot!!" tpirb es bemiez
nisen aurufen, ber Deriu4en miro, es
burh bic @ebote bourseoiisr @eies=
li4teit auriidaubalten. uno bic
fur4tbare tpirtlhaftlt4e Not, bic i'm
2aufe bes 4rieses uno na9 bemlelz
ben berrfhen tpirb, piro seeisnei
iein, bic Maflen our 8erlesuns 10
man4er @eiese gu brdnsen. Die
ausemeine 0tonomi1de Grih0pfuns
Guropas pirb am unmittelbari ten
uno f4Grfiten auf bas proletariat
eintpirten. Die materie1en 6ilfs=
quellen oes Stootes perben ourt
ben arteg erfhOpft iein, bic M0s-
li@teit elmer 8efrieoisuns Der Mrbeiz
termoHen nirb lid als duberlt be-
sren5t ertpeiien. Dies piro gu tief=
gehenoen politiihsn Sonflittsn fiibz
rem miinen, bic 1ih INNER erpeiterno
uno pertiefeno ben Ghoratter elmer
Icsialen Fepolution onnebmen t0n=
nen, oeren Gang unb 9tusgong surz
seit ielbltoeri itdnolih niemono porz
GusbeI Itimmen tann.
slnoererleits tann Der aries nit
ieinen Wt1tonenzMrmeen uno ieinen
ten ufliihen 8srnidtunssnaffen niht
nur bic 6tlfsqueQen Der 9eIeaIhoft
eridOpfen, ionoern ouh bic moraliz
Ihen ardfte oes proletariats. Wenn
er teinen inneren Wioeritono Tinoet,
tann bieler aries nod Elm poar
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sn elmer Reoe, tpeIds Ser Reihs=
tanslsr i'm beutihen Heihstas belt,
I'm iid sessn ben goripurf. Dab er
nit sen SosialbemotrateE Iiebdugle
81 perteioisen, iaste er L. o.: WchI
psib ih, Die llnteriaelouno stpiihen
ben nationulen parteien uno ben an=
Germ bsoeutcts in ben pnlitiihen
almpfsn DOT berl arisse ptel, absr
ss miro bod bic Ih0nite Jruht iein,
bic oielsr arieg uns i'm Snnern
brinet, oab mir bieie llntsrIheipuna
in DER 3utunft snos;iltis fabren lais
len. neil i1s teine 9eredtisuns meh,
bat. Wein. 5cffnuns oarouf ii
uneridiitterlih tros Der 9erren I'm
liebtneht. NIT oenen oas Bolt mad
oem Rriese abre4nen pirb.
Dsiter fiibrte Der RanSIer aus
bab ct auf cine seIduterte Sosialoe
motratie. bic ibre raoitalen Sbeer
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Sn ibrem lssten Reileberidt
tommt bic 9enoflin Sbereia Mol=
tiel nuh ouf bic NrbeitsDerbGltnihe
in ben 5orozNutoperten in Detroit
gu fpreden, poriiber iie folsenoe In
tsrelante Ginselbeiten brinst: rMus
meinem Jeniter tonnte i'd bic Mafs
fen bon Oetroiter Mrbeitern unb Mr=
beiterinnen oorbeipaiiieren ieten.
Sbre 4leioer fprahen bon Yrolpe=
ritdt. Shre Ge1ihter obsr ieben OBJ
9ebdrmt uno Derbruudt aus. Sic la
gen, bas tommt bapon, oab bic
2eute gu Sooe gearbeitet peroen.
sSn ben anoeren 9srufen lit es tpie
i'm Nutomobilbau. rgffieienep" lit
bic 2oiung.
Inter oieler parole lebrt man bic
9lrbeiter. sebn uno sn0lf Stunoen
in odt suiammen gu brdnsen. Sd
iproh nit un5dblisen grbeitern, bic
BEL Jorb beiddftist iinb. um mid
iiber ben iuabren Sadoerbolt gu
informieren. Scpiele Qeute ih
irroh, fooiele 9ln1ihten betam i4
su b0ren, obseieben bon Der einmiiz
tisen Sppoiition sesen Toros Gin=
miiduns in tbre perionlihen Jaz
milien Inselesenbeiten. 0asesen
panoten iia ale. Sic fheinen unz
ter ben monatliden Snipi3ierunsen
lebr au letoen. Oieles Spitem atpinat