Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-11-21
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| and to keep him from going head
long into the crowd, the rider turn
ed him into a side street.
But he could not master the mad
dened horse. The beast was wild;
the iron bit clamped into its jaws as
if cemented into a stone. AS though
infected by a virus. the horse was
now as crazed as the dru~g-drunken
dervish. Nevertheless, the horse did
not get away.
He fought down the marrow street
and out through the native quarter
of the city. but the rider controlled
| him and. but for an accident. would
| have got him in hand. A water
skin had broken in the street. and
when the plunging horse struck the
wet earth he fell.
The thing all happened in a
flash. and the man was thrown out
OF the saddle. AS he arose a native
servant, in livery, handed him his
helmet which had rolled into a
neighboring doorway. A motor-car
had stopped and a woman was out
In the street beside him.
f; "Oh," she cried, "are you hurt?"
The voice had the soft liquid tones
of some southern country.
He was not in the least hurt and
he hastened to say it.
The car was new and smart-the
sort of wonderful thing one sees at
eleven in the Rue de la Paix. The
woman was extremely young, a
mere girl, he thought, for the lines
Of her slim figure were not yet
rounded out.
1t was amazingly good in a suit
of white Chinese silk heavy a. duck
owl orrt IN q hole GnnrtinU STYLE
with a plated coat. belt and patch
pockets. by a first-class London
tailor.
The girl was blushing slightly.
Her eyes, colored like the velvet hull
of an Italian chestnut, were wide
under long lashes curling up.
1T was a nasty cropper," he said.
1.-THE horse went down like a shot.
Fortunately the helmet got the
blow"
And he pressed out the pieces of
broken cork.
"I thought you were killed." she
said. Then she turned toward the
car. LET me take you up"
He could not very well refuse and
he got in. Besides, his horse was
nowhere to be seen. and his ruined
helmet would make him c%onspicu-
Gus in the street.
1t was precisely sunset and from
a thousand minarets the mueZZin
was calling out. The whole city was
flaming pink. as though covered
with the wings of innumerable fam
ingoes. The horse had fallen as 1t
entered a great square before a
mosque.
When they were seated they fell
Immediately into a pleasant talk.
The charming thing about the girl
was her perfect freedom. There was
not a p~retense 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
anybody-trifing, intimate things
which touch life here and there.
She loved a jar-fy and a trumpet
vine, she said. If she could only see
the trumpet-vine and hear the jar
fly, she always became at once in
expressibly 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, like certain desolate
landscapes that impressed the be-
holder with the end of all things. 1t
made him u~nutterably 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-
to enter a great boulevard
crowded with natives, made 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 a
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, in 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 Ameri-
ca surrounded by magnolias through
which you caught the glimpse of
Whttewashed cabins.
She was lying down. with a for