The Washington times., 1922-06-30


- What devil makes me
hate Raoul after twenty years.
Last night she only spoke to him
and when he went I cursed her
till saw the terror In her eyes.
She fears me. Why should l care
If she loves him. knew she
( was not asleep when I went to her.
felt her quivering beside me.
wanted to kill Raoul when
he would not come with me. but
for that I would have gone back
to her. - Allah! how long the
, day has been. Has II been
long to her? Will she smile or
tremble when come? ''' Where
is Diane? Diane, Diane. how
could know how much you mean.
to me? How could I know tina:
should love you? - Diane, Diane
my sunshine. The tent is cold
and dark without you. Ibra.
helm OMAR! That devil and Diane,
Oh. Allah! Grant me time to get to
her. ''' How the jackals are howl.
ing. See. Raoul, there are
the tents. Diane, where are
you? Grand Dieu! He has
been torturing her! - You knew
that would come, ma bien 4imee,
only a few moments while I kill
him. then I can hold you IN my
arms. Dieu! II you knew how
much I loved you. Diane.
Diane. 1t is all black. cannot
see you, Diane, Diane. I"
And hour after hour with weary
hopelessness the tired voice went
on-"Diane, Diane ."
CHAPTER TX.
It was evening when Diana
opened drowsy and heavy eyes, q
bitter taste in her mouth from
the effects Of the drug that Saint
Subert had given her. Everything
had been laid out in readiness for
her waking with the little touches
that were characteristic Of Zilah's
handiwork, but the Arab girl her.
self was not visible. The lamp
was lighted. and Diana turned her
head languidly, still half confused,
TO look at the clock beside her.
The tiny chime sounded seven
times, and with a rush Of recollec-
ton she leaped up. More than
twelve hours since she had knelt
beside him after drinking the cof-
fee that Raoul had given her. She
guessed what he had done and
tried to be grateful, but the
thought of what might have hap
pened during the twelve hours she
had lain like log was horrible.
She dressed with feverish haste
and went into the outer room. 1t
was filled with Arabs, many Of
whom she did not recognise. and
she knew that they must belong
to the reinforcements that Ahmed
Ben Hassan had sent for. Two.
who seemed from their appearance
to be petty chiefs. were talking In
low tones to Saint Hubert, who
looked worn and tired. The rest
were grouped silently about the
divan, looking at the still.un-
conscious Shiek. The restlessness
and delirium Of the morning had
passed and been succeeded by q
death.like stupor. Nearest to him
stood Yusef. his usual staggering
self assurance changed into an
attitude Of deepest detection. and
his eyes, that were fixed on Ahmed
Ben Hassan's face, were like those
Of a whipped dog.
Gradually the tent emptied until
only Yusef was left. and at last.
reluctantly, he too went, stopping
at the entrance to speak to Saint
Hubert. who had Just taken leave
OF the Two neadmen.
The Vicomte came back. bring.
ing a chair for Diana, and put her
into 1t with gentle masterfulnese.
"sit down." he said almost gruffly.
"You look like a ghost"
She looked UP at him reproach-
fully. You drusged> that coffee.
Raoul. II he had died today while
! was asleep I don't think could
ever have forgiven you"
My dear child" he said grave.
ly. you don't know how near
you were to collapse. II had not
made you sleep I shoWd have had
three patients on my hands in
stead of two"