South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1922-11-21
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BY MELVILLE DAWSON pOST
9 1000 NEA Service Inc

OF an Italian chestnut were wide
under long lashes curling up.
* vas q nasty cropper." he said.
The horse went down ike shot.
Fortunately the helmet got the
blow"
And he pressed out the pieces Of
+ broken cork.
L thought you were killed" she
said Then she turned toward the
car. Let me take you up"
He could not very well refuse and
I he got in Besides. his horse was
nowhere 10 be seen. and his ruined
I helmet would make him conspicuous
IN the street.
10 was precisely sunset and from
a thousa nd ninarets the nuezzin
was calling our The whole city
was flaming pink. as though covered
with the wings OF innumerabie
! hauingoes The horse had fallen as
( il entered great square before
mosque.
When they were seated they fell
| Immediately into a pleasant talk.
I The charming thing about the girl
was her perfect freedom. There
was not a pretense IN her. She gave
a boundless confidence. She was
wholly absorbed IN the thing she
talked about.
Almost at once they were on a
+ friendly footing and the man found
/ himself speaking Of things which he
/ had never before discussed with any
body-trih!ng, intimate things which
I touch life here and there.
She loved a jar-hy and a trumpet
vine. she SAID. If she could only see
the trumpet-vine and hear the jar
fly. she always became at once mex
pressibly happy. no matter in what
mood. She tried to initiate the
sound, putting out her lips.
And he told her that a cock crow
ing IN the afternoon strangely sad
dened him. Ike certain desolate
landscapes that impressed the be-
holder with the end OF all things. II
made him unutterably lonely. He
was not usually lonely, but that note,
sounded in the sun. could change
him like a witch word.
The motor-car which had endeav-
ored 10 enter great boulevard
crowded with natives, made one or
two turns and finally stopped before
a narrow, iron gate in a high wall
studded with spikes. The driver ex-
planned that he could not reach the
main entrance, The crowd was
strangely obstinate and would not
make way for the car.
To go in with the girl seemed To
the man inevitable. She offered 4
cup of tea and would send him on
when the streets were opened. The
crowds brought out by the sacred
carpet would presently scatter.
Besides, the fascination Of her
delightful chatter he was seeing just
then a slim little girl. mostly eyes,
on the veranda OF a big, old house in
a southern state OF America sur
rounded by magnolias through which
you caught the glimpse of white
washed cabins.
She was lying down, with a foreign
! illustrated paper before her. writing
letter to a hero.
He could see every detail, so vivid
was the narration. She kept put
NtAtc peANN u as 4 etAAN AO(h VI nan
that constantly fell down. Her lips
were stained with red paint from
the penhOlder where she had chewed
it over a difficult word. and her
frOck was daubed with ink where
she had wiped her thumb.
He knew the worship OF heroes at
that age for he had a Latin gram
mar in which was pasted a picture
Of Nelson, finger printed with halos.
And he had a warm, bewildered feel
ing. as thought the very day and
hour Of that fascinating time were
restored.
The place they entered was en-
closed by the great wall set with
spikes It was native in it's archi-
inside il was a white mans house,
with a drawing-room on the second
floor.
They saw no servant as they went
IN. although the house was lighted.
In the drawing-room no one an
swered the bell, and the girl went
out to discover the reason.
The concluding instaIIment of this
unusual story viii appear in our
next Issue.
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