Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-09-26
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shattered Cafe des Bulgars. Her
evening gown hung in filmy tinted
shreds; her thick dark hair in lus-
trous disorder Swallowed her white
shoulders; streak OF dry olooo
striped one delicate bare arm.
To see her standing there on the
sidewalk in the full, unshadoWed
morning light, silent, disheVelel,
scarcely clothed. seemed to him
part of the CHASTITY unhealthy OF TINS
Sombre and menacing vision, from
which he ought to rouse himself.
She turned her head slowly; her
haggard eyes met his without express
sion.
and he found his tongue with the
effort of a man who strives Tor Ut
terance through a threatening dream
I'VE can't stay here he said
The sound of his own voice steadled3
down at his own attire, bloodstain-
ed, and ragged; felt for the loose
end of his collar, rebuttoned It, an ana
| the unconscious indifference Oh
habit
What a nightmare" he muttered
| turned upside down over night He
looked up at her; w" We, ga cant do s VA,
liver
| She had already started to move TO-
ward the rue Wilma. where the troop
ers barring that street still sat their
| FESTIVE horses. They were watching
! her and her dishevelled companion
with the sophisticated amusement OF
| men who. by clean daylight, encoun-
! ter fagged-out jewellers of a rlotouS
night.
Neeland spoke to her again, then
| followed her and took her arm.
rrni n q L
ii shall give myself up" she re-
| piled in dull voice
! ITO whom?
"To the municipals over there"
| GIVE yourself up" he repeated.
She passed a slender hand over her
eyes as though unutterably weary:
"Neeland," she said, 81 am lost al
ready And l am very
| tired"
.sWhat do you mean?' he demand
ed. drawing her back under porte
| cochere You live somewhere. don
you? If it's safe for you to go PACK
| to your lodgings, I'll take you there
Is it,"
We'll then. I'll take you some
where else, I'll find somewhere TO
/ take you"
She shook her head:
|
no chance of my leaving the city
now-no chance left-no hope. 1t
it simpler for me to end the matter
this way
cant you go to the Turkish en-
bassy?"
She looked up at him in sur
prised. hopeless way:
do you suppose that any embassy
ever receives a spy in trouble! DO
YOU really imagine that any govern
! secret
agents, or stirs a finger to aid them
when they are in need?"
Il told you I'd stand by you he
reminded her bluntly.
| "You have been-kind-Nee land.
"And you have been very loyal to
me, Scheherazade. [ shall not aban-
"How will you help me? L can't
get out of this city. Wherever L go,
now, it will be only a matter of
| few hours before L am arrested"
1.-THE American embassy. There Is
| a man there" he reminded her.
She shrugged her naked shoulders.
81 cannot get within sight of the
arrest me. Where shall L go?' l
have no passport, no papers. not even
false ones If 1 go to the lodgings
where l expected to find shelter it
means my arerst, court martial, and
execution in ,caserne within TWEEN
|
others who trust me - condemn
@ff I am am found BY the police in t6eii
company Pons for No. T Nee Th Ene
me in Paris. I took "a risk in COM
ing here when war was almost GER
tain. I took my chances, and lost
It's too late to whimper now
AS he stared at her something
suddenly frightened above them; anG
he looked up and saw the first sun
beam painting a chimney top will
palest gold.
Come he said. we've got to get
out of this! We've got to go some
where-find taxicab and get unde1
She yielded to the pressure of hi!
arm and moved forward beside him
He halted for moment on the curb
looking up and down the empty
streets for a cab of any sort, then
with the instinct of a man for whom
the Latin Quarter had once been ;
, refuge and a home. he started across
. the boulevard. his arm claspin|
hers.
All the housetops were glitterinE
with the sun as they passed tn
ranks of the municipal cavalry.
young officer looked down mis-
chievously as they traversed tn
boulevard-the only moving objects
in that vast and still perspective.
; mon Dieu!" he murmured. q
: night like that is something to re
| member in the winter of old age!"