The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1919-05-22

Still eehoing the wild air. ana
playing with both hands in spite Of
the lighted cigarette between his
fingers, he glanced over his shout
der at Neeland:
a very old, old song" he ez-
planned. made in the days OF the
great invasion when all the world
was fighting anybody who would
fight back 1 made IL into English
It's quite nice. I think
Neeland Amused at Prince.
His naive pleasure in his own
translation amused Neeland i'm
mensely. and he said that he con-
sidered it a fine piece OF verse.
Yes" said Sengoun. "but yOu
ought to hear a love song made
out of odd fra gments picked NJ
here and there. call 1t Samar-
cand;' or rather iSamarcand Nah
the Well GuardedSt ERs
"'outside my guarded door.
Whose voice repeats my name
The voice thou hast heard before
Under the white moons flame!
And thy name is my gong: and my
song is ever the sameE
How many varrieFsr-dead.
Have sung the song lyo1 sing
Some by an arroyfTw ere ped;i
Some by daggerB- st31gSbsni
Like a bird in the night fssmy soET
a bird on the wingT
Ahmed and Yucouf bled!
A dead king blocks my door,
IF thy halls and walls be red,
Shall Samarcand ask more?
Or my song shall cleanse thy hou1S
or my hearts blood foul ny
ioor!"
Now hast thou conquered mel
HCUbly thy captive, I.
Ny soul escapes to Thee;
Ny body here must lie
Ride!-with thy song. and my sOal
in thy arms; and let ne die.
sengoun. still playing. fung ov~
MS shoulder:
a Tartar song from the Tufce-
man borrowed It and put new
clothes on il. Nice. isn't it?'s5-<
'EnchantirgT' replied Eeelend-
laughing in spite Of himself.
An Air OF Command.
Rue Ca-ew, w!th her SNOWY
shoulders and reds gold hair. cana
drifting in. consigning them to their
seats with a gesture. and giving
them to undertand that she bad
come to hear the singing.
So Sengoun continued his sketchy,
haphaZard recital. waving his cigar
cite now and then for emphasis
and conversing frequently over his
shoulder while Rue CareW leaned
on the piano and gravely watched
his nimble fingers alternately PIN
ish and caress the keyboard.
After a little while the Princess
Mistchenka came in saying that she
had letters to write. They con-
versed, however, fer nearly an hour
before she rose, and Captain Sen
goun gracefully accepted his congo
I'll walk with you. il you like
suggested Neeland.
with pleasure, my dear fellowl
The night is beautiful, and I am
just beginning to wake up"
ASK Marotte to give you a key,
then" suggested the Princess, GO
ing. At the foot of the stairs, how
ever. she passed to exchange q few
words with Captain Sengoun in q
low voice; and Neeland, returning
with his latchkey, went over to
where Rue stood by the lamplit
table absently looking over an eve
ming paper.
AS he came up beside Ter. the Riri
lifted her beautiful, golden-Srey
eyes.
Are you going out?'
Yes. I thought I'd walk q bit
with Captain SenSouu"
A Matter of Prudence.
Its rather long distance -
the Russian embassy. Besides
She hesitated, and he waited. She
glanced absently over the paper for
a moment. then, not raising her
eyes: 'Im-I-the theft OF that
box today-pcrhaps my nerves have
suffered a little-but do you think IL
quite prudent for you to so out
alone at niSht?"
why. I am going out with Cap
tain SenSoun.' he said, surprised
At her troubled face.
He laughed. but they both haA
flushed 4 little.
ITO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW