Evening star., 1922-12-17

lis narcntaSe. The boy shares III the faids Vi
defeated by the French. because the
= TO obtain similar guns by attacking a British
Command, learns Of the approach of the sultan s
ade at night. -
young man. I'm going to have your
arm set and bound tips before you
bleed to death"
The blood was dripping from, the
boys fingers. making pool on the
ground. But he paid no. heed to his
own hurt All his thoughts were
for the Sultan Casim.
I'm not asking mercy for myself,
but for my father he said haughtily.
I'm afraid that's useless. consider
ing two governments have condemned
him"
you will dare to kill him."
Barclay said nothing. But his very
silence was ominous.
dazed, incredulous look crossed
the boys face.
AS the EngIfshman watched him il
seemed that..tblood-s stained murderer
s the sultan was. at least this big,
handsome son of his loved him.
Like one stunned. the youngster
submitted to being led into the fort,
where his arm was set and his
wounds bound up.
When this was done he said to
barclay:
TN give you wealth in jewels that
VIII amount to three hundred thou
sand francs in French money If you
Will let my father go free and take
my life instead"
Barclay made no reply.
You viii murder my father?' the
boy went on. dreading the worst from
Barclays silence.
The word made the Englishman
vince. For it did seem like murder
with this fierce. handsome boy plead
ing desperately for his fathers life.
Again he said nothing.
T" escape from the sight of the
pain and anguish his silent verdict
mad aroused. Barclay went from the
room. leaving the youngster in the
charge OF a couple of soldiers.
About noon that day. at the hands
OF the British government. the Sultan
Casim Ammeh met a well deserved
end. He met it bravely (refusing to
be biindfolded). with Slight. cruel
smile. facing the guns leveled at him.
1t was evening before Barclay sum
moned up enough courage to meet
his youthful prisoner. And when he
did. it seemed he had never seen SO
much concentrated hatred on any
face.
SO. you shot my father" the boy
said in a SLOW. savage manner.
Barclay had not come TO discuss
the dead mal.fac,'r. He wanted to
learn more about the SOMEWHERE he
had learnt l.sH excellent French: how
ne came TO "iffer SO in appearance
from the Arab chief and his wild fol-
lowing.
Your father has paid the penalty
of his crimes" he said quietly.
And YOU shall pay the penalty of
yours" the boy cried passionately
for l shall kill YOU as you have
killed my father. Your daughters
| S.f1 ,J.,,r
shall toll in chai'!s III my city. Your
wives shall become the bondswomen
of my servants. Remember white
man. for | do not speak lightly.
Will be avenged. IL Casim Ammeh
whose father you have thought well
to murder
The savage threats Of a wild, heart.
broken boy did not trouble George
Barclay much. But his mind did go
to his tiny four year-oId daughter
and he was glad she was safe in Eng.
land and not within reach of this
savage lad.
At that moment he was more wor.
ried about his youthful captive thar
the latterS Wild threats.
He did not want to make a criminal
OF the boy: for. obviously. whatever
wrong he had done was done under
the influence of his savage father
And there looked to be the makines
of fine man in him, if only he had
good guidance.
Barclay decided To put the case
before the French government, to-
gether with suggestion of his own
that the youngster should he sent
somewhere where he could be brought
up to be of use to the country. not
constant t4?rn in its. flesh, as his
rather had been.
But Capt Barclay need NOT have
troubled himself with making plans
for the future of the youthful Sultan
of FL Ammeh. for that night the boy
escaped. and his future was left in his
own hands.
CHAPTER VI
After some two years out ia CAM
bia. George BARCLAY returned to Eng
land. He returned ith a scar across
his right cheek.
That scar was the first thing his
little daughter remarked upon when
the excitement of reunion had died
down.
Perched on his knee. she touched
it with gentle little fingers and kissed
ii with soft lips.
Who has hurt my nice new daddy
she asked distressfully.
Then there followed the story OF
the youthful Sultan Casim Ammeh.
"Oh. what q wicked boy" she ex.
claimed.
Then she glanced across at her god.
father. who was sitting near
Isn't he a bad. naughty boy. grand
godfather. to want TO kill INV daddy
and sell me as slave?''
Henry lAangham had listened to tn.
story with interest. and very hearth,
he agreed with her.
Il sail tell Bobby" the little ..ir'
went on Indignantly. "and he'll &c
and kill the Sultan Casim Ammeh.''
Who's Bobby" her father asked
My sweetheart. Master :. Rober,
Cameron"
SO in my absence I've ;beeu gu,
out: have II" her father said teas.
ingly. I'm dreadfully jealol,s.s,..
But Pansy snuggled closer TO him
and her anAs went round his neck i,
tight hug rEs -, ..
Therell never be any one as nice
as my daddy" she whispered -,
George Barclay held the tiny hsir
cioser Kissing the golden head.3...
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Boston Baked Beans.
This is such an old favorite that
IT needs no recommendations. but is
apt to be forgotten. Soak one quart
of beans. and cook until tender but
not SO soft that they will fall apart
If liked. one-fourth pound of salt
pork may be cooked with them