Evening times-Republican., 1920-12-03

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"Ah! Their condolences. l think?
-. And is 1t that they still make
the Nile trip
Yes. They went this morn
ing" She spoke hesitantly. averse
to having this eager-eyed young host
perceive how truly deserted she was
They expect me to take the express
train later and join them
TT is only a nights ride to AS
souan." He spoke soothingly. But
you are not eating. Miss Beecher i
| recommend this consomme.''
| 1t was worth the recommending.
Miss Beecher spooned IL slowly. then
demanded. why was not called
| when the doctor Gamer"
but he does not come. Perhaps he
Is afraid"--the young mans brows
| and shoulders rose expressively--
but certainly he does not risk him
self. II servant is Ill we are to
| tell soldier and the sick one will
| be taken away to the house Of plague
-bien simple. 1t is SO hard that /
am helpless for YOU" he said. with
sympathetic concern. then added.
with an air of boyish confession, AL
| tho do not deny that 1t is happi-
ness for me to see you here"
The look In his eyes forced itself
| upon her. And the secret sense of
discomfort intruded like a third
presence at the little table.
In a clear voice of dry indifference:
| That's very polite OF YOU she re-
marked, but l imagine you are pref
ty furious, too, to be kept pent up
in somebody else's house like this"
"But this is not somebody else's
house." he smiled. his eyes obser-
want of her quick glance and look of
| confusion. II am chez moi
"Oh! I thought was visiting
your sister,
MY sister lives with me. She is a
widow--and we are both alone"
She does not seem to care for
company"
She is indisposed. She regrets it
exceedingly" The young man looked
grave and solicitous. but I trust
ed?"
"oh, my comfort is being beauti-
fully attended to, thank you, but my
patience is wearing itself OUT" Arlee
spoke with blithe assumption of
humor.
II wish that could extend the
resources of my palace for you"
you must tell me about the pail
ace. l shall want to picture it to my
friends when l tell them about it
It's very old. isn't it? 1t must have
seen a great deal of life"
''Ah, yes. 1t has seen life-and what
life! Quelle vie!" A flash of real
enthusiasm dispelled the suave indol-
ence OF his handsome features.
Have you seen those old rooms
Those rooms that We're built by the
Mamelukes? There is nothing now in
Cairo like Them
II thought them very beautiful"
said the girl. "Tell me about those
Mamelukes who lived here"
'They We're men," he said with
pride, his eyes kindling, N"men who
lived as kings dare not live today!"
The subject of those old days and
those old ancestors of his was evil
IDENTIFY dear to the young modern, and
he launched into an animated sketch
of those times, trying to picture for
Arlee something of the glowing pag-
cant of the past. And as she listen
ed she found her own high spirit
stirring in sympathy with the bar
barrie strength of those old mobiles,
riding to battle on their fiery Arab
steeds. waging their private wars.
brooking no affrOnt, no. command,
working no other mans will.
"They knew both power and beau
ty." he declared, like the Medici of
Florence. There are no leaders like
that in the modern world. To-day
beauty is beggared, and power is
lusterless. And taste? Taste
is hundred headed Hydra, roaring
with hundred tongues"
while in the old days in Cairo it
only roared with the tongues of
Mamelukes?' Arlee suggested, a
CLINT of mischief in her smile.
He nodded. "It should be the con-
Germ of nobles-not of the rabbIe.
That is why l should hate your
America--where the rabble prevail"
Its not nice of you to call me a
rabble," said Arlee, busy with her
plate Of chicken. "But I want to hear
more about your old Mamelukes. Is
the story true about the Sultans be-
ing so afraid of them that he had
them taken by surprise and killed ?"
HE did we'll to fear them" said
AKerssen. "And he, too, was strong
man who had the power to clear his
own path. Those mobiles were in the
path of Mohammed Ali. They We're
too strong for him, he knew it-and
they knew it and were not afraid
On one day they were all assembled
at the Citadel. at the ceremony which
Mohalnmed Ali was giving in honor
of his son. Toussoum. 1t was the first