Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-08-29

| friend. Are you regrett1ng those
ITS a pity" he said. But he had
not been thinking of the lost papers;
Rue Carew's beauty preoccupied him.
The girl was in black, which made
her skin dazzling, and Redeemed the
chestnut color of her hair.
Her superb young figure revealed
an unsupported loneliness where the
snowy symmetry Of neck and Shout
ders and arms was delicately accent
ed by the filmy black of her gown.
He had never seen such beauti-
full girl; she seemed more wonderful,
more strange. more aloof than ever:
entirely engaged his mind, and
troubled it, SO that his smile had
| tendency to become indefinite and his
conversation mechanical at times.
Captain Sengoun drained one more
Of numerous goblets; gazed sentl-
| mentally at the Princess, then with
equal sentiment at Rue Carew.
CAS- for me-" he said, with a care
lessly happy gesture toward the in
finite, ''plans are plans, and if they're
stolen, tant pis! But there are al
ways Tartars in Tartary and Turks
there's hope for poor devil Of a
Cossack who wants to say a prayer
in St. Sophia before he's gathered
to his ancestors.
at your embassy to trace the plans?"
asked Neeland Of the, princess.
"Of course" she said simply.
Plans" remarked Sengoun, ARE
not worth the tcherkeske of an hon
est Caucasian! A Khirgize pony
my magaika is better. than both!'
''All the same" said Rue Carew,
with those stolen plans in your
embassy, Prince Erik. you might
even gallop a sotnia of your CosSacl1s
to the top of Achi Bahia"
"By heavens! I'd like to .try!" he
exclaimed. his black eyes ablaze.
II know it. There are dongas ev.
cry twenty yards; and Turkish gorse
that would stop a charging bull! NY
answer is, mount! trot! gallop! and
hurrah for Achi-Baba!"
Very picturesque Ajax. But
come back again and tell us all about
it?''
GAS for that" he said with his
full-throated. engaging laugh, mo
need to worry princess for the news news
is this Gallipoli country, anyway,
that makes our chancellery wag it's
respected head and frown and whis-
per in corners and take little notes
On it's newly Numbered cuffs?
shores with their forts-Kilid Bahr,
Chimilik, Kun Kale, Dardanos. [
know what those Germans have been
about with their barbed wire and mo-
bile mortar batteries. What do we
Nothing, Prince Erik" said Rue.
appointed adviser in general to his
majesty the Gar"
Sengoun laughed with all his
"And an excellent thing that would
be, Miss Carew. What we need in
Russia" he added with. bow to the
princess, "are, first of all, more
any commands with which my in
comparable princess might deign to
honor me-"
'"Then 1 command you to go and
smoke cigarettes in the MUSHROOM
on the piano for Mr.. Neeland until
Miss Carew and I rejoin youS said
the princess. rising.
At the door there was moment
Of ceremony: there Sengoun, passing
his arm through Neeland's with boy
ish confidence that his quickly given
friendship was welcome, sauntered
off to the music room where present
ly he was playing the piano and
singing some of the enhancing songs
of his own people in a voice that,
cultivated. might have made a for
tune for him:
1--WE are but horsemen,
And God is great.
We hunt on hill and fen
The fierce Kerait,
Mailman and Eighur,
Tartar and Khiounnou,
Leopard and Tiger,
Flee at our vieW-hal1oo:
We are but horsemen
Cleansing the hill and fen
Where wild men hide
Wild beasts abide,
Mongol and Baiaghod.
Turkoman, Taidjigod,
Each in his den.
The skies are blue,
The plains are wide,
Over the fens the horsemen ride"
Still echoing the wild air, and play
ing with both hands in spite Of the
lighted cigarette between his fingers,
he glanced over his shoulder at Nee
land:
"A very old, old song" he explain
ed, made in the days Of the great
invasion when all the world was
fighting anybody who would fight
back. I made it into English. It's
quite nice, l think"
His naive pleasure in his own
translation amused Neeland immense
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