Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-11-21
THE LAUGHTER OF ALLAH
Reoin Here Today

EtEin EnGTC 1Obdt
NJ. JONQUELLE, greatest of French
detectives, tells this story of a
strange and famous Englishman
and tells it without giving the
mans name. But the conqueror
of the Soudan, who later met his
death so tragically in the North
Sea, was known to all.
1t was the love story of the man
Who lived and died in mystery. The
great mar was riding through
Cairo, his thoughts on native trou-
bies in Khartum. Suddenly he no
ticed a white woman, accom-
panied by the resident doctor and
her maid, enter a hotel.
He learned she was once a great
beauty in the United States who
had been unhappily married. She
looked exhausted and in her face
one read the tragedy of failure.
Go on With the Story
CHAPTER II
Meanwhile the doctor, after a
word of direction, left the woman
at the second floor, and h entered
her apartment with the maid. She
took off her hat, went over to the
window and sat down. She leaned
on her elbows, looking out, her face
in her hands, her heavy hair falling
over her thin ~blue-veined fingers.
The maid came with excited re-
monstrance. Madame must go at
once to bed. The doctor had Or
dered it. Madame was taking a
chance with her life. Her lungs
would congest. She would die i'm
mediately! In spite of the dry at
mosphere, there vas a certain
dampness from the Nile at evening.
But the woman gave no attention.
She sat quite motionless, looking
down at the man on the gray Arab,
al the edge of the Place Esbekiya.
she could see only the white helmet,
the firm shoulders, the ervo
horse, and the sun in the street be-
meath it. She could not see the
mans face. but she knew the fea-
lures of 1t.
For some days he had been a dis
tinguished figure in the city. Under
the visor Of the helmet she could re-
construct the face, with those domi-
mating eyes of sword-bIade, and the
features that in repose seemed mod
eled over iron.
And there arose in her an appal-
ling sense of loss-a CHASTITY sense
Of having been trapped and cheated.
Here was the destiny for which she
wa born into the world, and she
had been turned another way into
the pit. All, God! If she had only
had this bronze wall behind her,
how far and how wonderfully she
would have gone!
Meanwhile the riot OF sound and
color poured along the Street Kamel
Pasha. drifted across the Place Es-
hekiya, ana entered the Rue Musk
on the way to the Tombs of the CAL
;nIU kTorr oa5 +hnn nnn PYhQTIGtPG-
dropped out of the mad current and
fell in the street, swathed In his
burnoose like a corpse.
The whole square of the Place
Esbekiya was sown with these mo-
tionless figures.
Suddenly, far off in the border of
the garden of the Esbekiya a gaunt
figure arose from among these
CHASTITY groups, as in a garden of tn
dead-a creature infinitely old, mat
ted with hair and naked under his
burnoose. He extended his arm, and
his voice drifted with the vague
wind northward as from the desert.
1t came to the man sitting the gray
Arab as from a remote distance; a
voice carried on the wave crest of
sounds; a long, wailing
desert cry, weird, eery, the words
over and blurred.
20 Sirdar. I will give 1t to you i. -.
I Will give 1t to you. And may it
your soul!"
The voice trailed off in q thin. in
iistinguishable whine, and the ema-
creature sank down under his
purnoose.
The man looked UP and about
sim like one who hears a whisper
ng in the sky. Then he turned his
horse and rode on slowly in the
wake OF the procession. He followed
L east into the Rue Muski.
The horse picked its way along,
to avoid the exhausted mad
men who lay everywhere. The rider
gave the horse no attention. He rode
with the reins slack in his fingers.
AS the Rue Muski entered the
Teuve the horse, to avoid a camel,
on the caftan of an exhaust
ed dervish, lying in a heap like a
relaxed dead man. The hoof barely
touched the garment, but the drug
crzzed creature beneath 1t suddenly
rel and buried his teeth in
the horses leg above the fetlock. 1t
the quick, savage lunge of an
Infatuated dog. The horse bolted,