The Washington times., 1922-12-03
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DICK would Oe 1ntefeote0 70 make
her acquaintance. She was. In
her way. . novelty.
Easily the most beautiful thing
Of the kind I've SEEM" Criehton
had laughed. "A dancer, I think.
Part Greek. part French, part
Arab or Turkish-Lord knows
WHAT She would be interesting
to drink coffee Without, remem-
Der, Dickie. not the sort Of girl
to get entangled with"
Dick Marchurst pondered upon
Sais.
Sais. A pretty name-though
surely there was rather Q familiar
sound about it. Lazily he sent .
tendril Of his mind back to the
classics they had forced upon him
at school and Cambridge, and it
seized at once on "Lais." There
had been two Of these-Lais the
elder, q lovely flower Of ancient
Corinth, and that beautiful child
girl, Lais, whom they had plucked
from Sicily. brought to Greece ~
q young girl and sold to some
Corinthisn Of old.
Lais-and Sais. Both beautiful,
both great courtesans and both
Dick smiled-"not the sort Of girls
to get entangled with"
Another tendril bore back its
ancient name for his consideration
tonight in modern Cairo-Thais,
favorite Of the great Alexander
and, after Alexander, Ptolemy
That's. also Of Greece, also
a courtcsan.
Probably she has named her.
self after those-great ladies' Of
old time," said Marchurst. =.
Later he was to know that Sais
had taken the name from that city
which was once the capital Of
Lower Egypt, long dead and disap-
peared, whose site between Alex
andria and Cairo is now marked
only by the ruins Of Sa-al.Hagar.
But Marchurst had never heard Of
that place. There were no lions
in those ruins.
Yes, It would be amusing to
meet Ssis whom Hoodless thought
10 wonderful.
Sais-the word lowered in ones
mind-Sais-there was . certain
fascination, . soft. rather pleasing
sibilanee vaguely like the whisper.
inr sound Of tiny wave breaking.
soft a. . earess, upon . warm
sandy beach. Sais-with whom
one must not become entangled.
Then Marchurst's thoughts
ranged away from Egypt. to settle
upon . figure vastly different from
-Sais.
That of his sole remaining rela-
tive, an uncle in London. He
laughed as he realized that II was
the thought Of this girl Sais-or,
rather, Of the warning which
Crichton Hoodless had 20 casually
coupled with her name-whieh had
led his mind to . not dissimilsr
warning uttered by that uncle.
Roger Marchuyst, who had been
his guardian.
His smile faded slowly - his
mind, progressing logically and
orderly along the new train OF
thought recalled q few Of the
sentences with which old Roger
had relinquished the legal rights
Of his guardianship on the day
Dick came Of age.
Nothing much more to say, my
boy-recommend you to steer .
careful course when you hnd your.
self skirting the coast Of the
sirens. You, especially, I may
tell you. it's . weak spot In the
Marchurst makeup Sex, mean.
Dick, we're more than ordinarily
weak there. Your father
would have told you before ever
you reached your present age. !
suppose I should have done 20.
-. Anyhow, I've watched you
closer than you have guessed.
D'you understand, my boy!
Sirens - women - call 'em on
sirens. So we men can laugh at
their arts, keep cool, calculating
heads In the presence Of the level.
est-even ignore them-eh3 Well,
. Marchurst can't do Il. The weak
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