Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-11-22
THE LAUGHTER OF ALLAH
Regin Hero TODAY

NJ. JONQUELLE. greatest of French
detectives, tells this story of the
love affair of a great E~nglishmar
the only romantic episode il
the life of the world-famous fig.
IRE who met a tragic death in the
North Sea after a brilliant career
in Egypt.
Riding through the streets oil
Cairo. he was suddenly thrown from
his horse. A charming white girl
helped him into her motor a and
brought him to her home. The
Englisman, during the ride to the
house, observed signs of unrest
among the natives. But he said
nothing. When they entered the
girls home they found that all the
native servants had deserted. The
girl ram the bell in the drawing
room but no familiar native face
answered.
Go on With the Story
CHAPTER III
Passing a center-table, as by in
~edvertence, she turned down a
photograph frame.
The simple. unconscious act
caught the mans attention, and
when he was alone he picked the
thing up and turned it over. 1t was
an old, battered, silver rim, enclos-
ing a picture of himself cut out of
an illustrated paper. The picture
was yellow with age and marked
around in faded ink. 1t showed a
smart young officer above a legend
OF brilliant Achievement" He re-
membered distinctly the very day
that a marked copy of this paper
had come to him, sem out by an
adoring aunt.
The brilliant achievement had
been the rather clever handling of
some guns in a hill fight. 1t was a
tiny war and the correspondent was
making all he could of every incl
dent.
He held the thing a moment in
his hands, trying to remember how
many years ago that had been. 1t
seemed a lifetime, and he put it
back gently on the table, face down.
Immediately the girl came in with
a tea-tray. She could not find a
servant in the house but she was
not disturbed. She vas flushed and
smiling; her velyety brown eyes
danced, and the of her
mouth made little dimples.
In the mans humming head the
thought passed that in Eastern
countries this slipping away OF the
servants meant something serious.
Things like it had preceded the
Mutiny.
But his mind was in another
quarter. Did she know him? His
brown hair was shot with gray now;
there was hardly any brown left in
His jaw would look lean and
bony; the planes of his face would
be %fiattened.
She could hardly wait to show
him what she had brought in with
the tea, She slipped the tray onto
The table and put the thing into his !
I
1t was a letter written to the
hero-a sheet from an old blue
ruled copy book. the words pain
fully printed. the letters uneven,
r, and w" always a head taller
than The rest.
II called them 'are-ah' and
to make than the others"
Then she gave his arm a little
isn't the postscript heavenly"
He thought the fingers were on
lis heart. He could hardly read the
imprinted line.
"And If you come over and lick
he Yankees, 1 will love you more
He felt himself going weak all
This was the only ~love-letter
hat any woman had ever written
i'm. He had got innumerable let
ers pretending to be, but this was
he only one.
And here it was an April flower
eaching him in winter. Here was
'outh, dimpled and red-mouthed,
at him, a cool finger crooked
his heart.
He felt that he was capable of
committing any folly. But he said
at Is charming"
He wished to ask for the letter,
nat he might keep it always, but
le did not know how to put it. He
vas trying to think of some way
when, suddenly, in the direction OF
he citadel, a gun doomed. He had
,een folding the letter up. turning
In his fingers. trying to think how
ask for 1t, and so did not see the
,irl go over to the window. Now
he gave q little smothered cry. He
'ut the bit OF paper down and