The Dickson County herald. (Dickson, Tenn.) 1907-1979, 1916-06-16
CHAPTER vI--contInusd.

Richard Nameiess turned back to the
desert. The Arabs had risen and an
elder was praying aloud, his aged.
tremulous voice leading the richer uni.
son OF the worshipers behind him.
. with my face To Mecca and with a
sincere heart | offer my prayers to
Allah" ~asy~ -
Mirage! For those dark.faced desert
children Mecca opeped the gates Of
Paradise: for this dream OF unknown
happiness they waited and prayed. and
when their tins came passed through
the great shadow with fearless. trium-
plant confidence.
He went back to his work. With
fierce, logged energy be pulled away
the deep-rooted weeds and brought q
pathetic look of care and order into his
corner OF the wilderness, For a mo
meut be fingered over the grave which
'Goetz haa tended. The bald yet elo-
uuent inscription touched him. He
wondered vaguely who Philip Grey
had been; II he. too, had paid a price
and in the last hours OF horror had still
been satisfied.
Two women had entered the ceme-
terry. Their Whitehead agures flashed
gayly In between the dark graves, aud
Il clear, sllvery laugh mingled with the
final Arab prayer
La llaha lila 'ilahu!"
The younger woman stopped an in
slant and pointed with the tip OF her
parasol at the broken remnant OF n
cross.
Look Mt these beads! Aren't they
rtdiculousl And the lns~crlptlon-Just
a number, like a convlct's." She
glanced back over her shoulder at her
companion. Miss Smith, | believe you
are frightened. DO you think there are
ghosts here2 Well. perhaps there are,
but don't mind"
Az yet the man standing immohile,
hidden amid the forest Of crosses, had
escaped her notice. But he had heard
her now, and, shadowy and ghostiike
enough In the dying light, awaited her
approach. At the foot OF the English.
mans grave she hesitatcd The lnscrip.
ton attracted hG. With puckered
hrowS she spelled ont the badly cut
letters, her soft voice touched with
just the falutest !ronlcal Interest
Philip Grey-No 3il2-Foreign lie
sIou"
Then she looked up involuutartly and
saw the mau who watched her, his
hand gripping the head Of the cross.
1t was very quiet now. The Arab
prayer was siienctsl. and the white
figures " the w~orshipers had vanished
in the long olive grove leading back
20 Sid. bel.Ahhes, Sylvia Arnaui's
voice, when she spoke at last. sounded
strained aud harsh In the absolute
quiet.
Richard and then again. Richard
Fsrquhar"
He shock his head. "Not Richard
Faranhar now" he answered. Rich
ard Namc(ess''
She seemed NOT 10 understand. Her
HIPS we're a little parted In the ex.
preston that he remembered. She
looked ~ptteoasly frightened and increi.
ulous.
Il am sorry 10 have frightened you,"
he said gently. II did not mean that
you should ever see me--hut you came
so suddenly. and out In this desolste
place you were the last person | ex.
pectei. Forgive me-"
"Ycs-yes, II Is o d~esolate place-it
makes me frightened. But l was told
II was something | ought TO see-and
. few minutes ago I wasn't frightened
at all Sow-I eco ghosts every.
where"
Il am one Of them" he said.
She brushed her hand over her fore.
head a. though indeed trying to dispel
some terrifying specter. Her feeble
Mort to regain her previous laughing
sourase failed. She WAS white and
trembling. 4