Evening journal., 1922-11-24

INdt heavenly warmth hNA hoNA'
in the soft light seemed rounded out
Her slender face cleaned Ike
flower. And he wanted TO take her
in his arms and clutch her to his
mouth. He felt, in a sort of panic
that in a moment his head would go.
''They we're only a pack OF dogs
he said. Words seemed TO STEADY
him.
Then, far out in the city, he heard
the cackle Of a machine gun. n ne
got himself in hand.
we must see what this thing
means" he said. How does n go
VI ?" and he indicated the housetop
with a gesture. .
She pointed out the way, her hand
on his arm. now with a firm mold
now sliding along the sleeve. Ana
on the stair. step by step as they
went up. the man felt this sott'
caressing hand lingering his heart
on the housetop the soldier under
stood. Islam had risen and her IN
Vulnerable hordes, swarming IKE
vermin. held the city. The whole
desert had entered under p~retense
~ honor 10 the sacred carpet
The procession had been cunning
" delayed, and the English resi-
ments. separated by the crowds OF
people. we're being cut 10 pieces
suddenly wedged in, they were at
the mercy OF the Arab knife.
h city was a pot OF sound. The
man saw instantly that the regi-
msnts were lost. He looked out
southward, toward the citadel ana
under his ewes there lsaped up a
long inns blur and, above the
snnumerable scents OF Cairo, ne
caught the smell Of FIRE. Moreover.
the native regiments had gone over
70 Islam; they we're forming nere
and there under the green crescent
In perfect order.
The man stood motionless, every
muscle tense. his face like iron. The
fingers OF England were slipping on
pf Egypt =
Then a cool. nrm hand entered
hts own. He looked down and, all
~ once. as by some sorcery, the
whitn city with its hell OF sounds
became a thing unreal. He saw
only the girl who stood beside him
straight, slim. 1.-THE, and beautiful
as a Nssad, her dark hair banked
around her face. He noted every
detail OF her-her long lashes, her
exquisite mouth. And he most
mysterious, the most irresistible i'm
pulse in the world seized him. He
burned swiftly, caught her up in
81. m--na anA kNauad her.
As their lips met, the girls arms
wont out around him. Her warm
body seemed 20 melt into his own,
10 become a part of him. of every
nerve, OF every blood drop, OF every
fragment OF his flesh and her voice,
broken with kisses. seemed 20 muir
muir IN his heart.
"oh, my Lowell I shall be with
you elwaysl
You came an ugly cropper, Sir
Henry" said the big surgeon; been
unconscious until We got the bone
up"
The man looked about him. He
was in the English hospital. An
orderly wal arranging some articles
on a table. The surgeon was smil-
ing; a newspaper. which he had
lust nut down, law across a chair.
The picture OF a in Il caught
the mans eye. II was the picture,
in worn-out middle life, OF that
wonderful woman whom he had met
and loved while the plate OF broken
bone pressed on his brain. He e
the notice underneath. She had
died sitting in the window OF the
English hotel az sunset, =
And all at once he realized that
from that hour, from the moment f,
the horse fell In the wet street, 1
every incident and detail-the girl, ]
the rising, the violence, the splendid =
love idyl of his life-had been fig Z
ments Of the fsncyl !
And vaguely. as from a distance,
heard the big 20 going on: 6
Beautiful operation. Sir Henry. c
we shall have you in the saddle at
Khartum in a fortnight"
Monsieur Jonquelle. the Project n
II Police OF Paris. was a moment \
ate. y
An angry voice reached him at a
he turn Of the path. It was a tense.
menacing voice. The words A
not clear, but the intent in the s.
-oice was unmistakable. For a mere II
traction Of time he remained mo-
as in some indecision; then p
le went forward swiftly. Nv
It was evening. The soft colors 81
z a sort OF twilight day were on the a
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ity OF Nice was lying below the a
mountain OF olive trees and the
ropical gardens Of the Villa OF F
The whole scene was from
/ country OF the fairy; the roman
ic frontier OF some kingdom OF won L
Ter legend. 81
There were two persons on the
ong terrace of the villa when Mon a
;leur Jonquelle approached. The W
lila was small and exquisite sort c.
Of jewel-box hidden in a garden OF al
lu~xuriance. inclosed by a
ign wall surmounted by a tile Dor CT
ler.-
The villa was r~ose-color. The tiles
the terrace and the border of the n
Ugh wall were also r~ose-color. 1t Il
vas a dainty and bit OF the Il
world. as though raised by some en- q
.hantment out Of the baked earth d
" Arabia.
Monsieur Jonquelle interrupted a a
ragic moment.
A woman sat in a chair midway Of c
his terrace. It was n Of those
BEAUTIFUL invalid-chairs made for the a
iut-of-doors by that Italian genius v
seeks always 10 add beauty to v