Evening star., 1922-12-25
A Son of the Sahara
A Modern Story of the Desert :
copyright 1922 by the MncauIsy Co
azaaaBy Louise Gerard observation-disclosures
Copyright, 1922. by the Mncaulsy

81 despise and dislike you?"
you said you disliked all the Eng
Iish.'
I'm quite willing to make an ex-
ception in your favor"
when you learn the truth you'll
'detcst me-
Never" he said emphatically.
We'll then. I'm that woman of the
name Of Langham.
~ ou, he cXclam
Then he laughed.
Fansy. you're u little creature of
rare surprises"
The surprise held him silent for
some moments. Or else 1t was sufti-
cIent to have the girl there, unresist-
ing against his heart.
Up till now Pansy had avoided all
male arms as far as it was possible
tor u girl who was beautiful, wealthy
and light-hearted. Whenever caught
she had wiggled out Indignantly.
From the arm that held her now
she made no attempt to escape.
fearsome fascination lay within its
embrace. 1t seemed that he would
have but to close the hand that rested
on her bosom, and her heart would
be in his grip. snatched out of her
keeping before she knew it.
Suddenly it dawned on Pansy that
It she stayed there much longer she
would want to stay forever.
one by one she lifted the sinewy,
brown fingers from her dress. holding
them in one hand as she went about
her task with the other.
With slight smile lie Breton
watched her. But when the last of
his fingers was removed, she was still
Il prisoner. held secure within his arm.
Then Pansy descended to strategy.
Mr.. lie Breton. will YOU lend me
Your handkerchief" she asked in a
mild tone
What do you want with it?" the
voice of the master demanded
ITO dip it in the fountain there and
wash my arm. 1t fee Is all horrid and
nasty and clammy where that odious
man touched it, she said meekly.
The sentiment was one lie Breton
approved of and sympathized. with.
Letting her so, he drew out his
handk erchef
fountain. He followed and stood be-
side her. obviously waiting until her
task was finished before carrying the
situation further.
AS Pansy scrubbed away at. her
arm, she kept rather nervous eye
on him
When the task was completed, she
screwed the handk erchief up into q
loose. wet ball But she did not
throw it on the ground as lie Breton
expected and was waiting for her
to do, before taking her in his arms
again.
Instead, she threw It into his face.
1t took him by surprise: an indig-
nifty that had not come his way hith-
erto. People were not in the habit
of throwing wet handkerchiefs with
singing force into the face OF the
Sultan Casim Amneh.
The force and wetness temporarily
blinded him. He was perhaps ten
seconds in recovering his sight and
his dignity Then he looked for the
girl /
She was running as fast as she
could away from him. down a misty,
moonlit path. in her chiffon and dia-
mondS looking a shiramer of moon
light and sparkling dew herself.
PaEsy's only desire just then was
to get out of the white, romantic
moonlit world with its scents and
Sighs and seductive murmurS, back to
one of electric light and ragtime,
where there was no Raoul lie Breton
looking at her gravely, with glowing
eyes.
He had suddenly become startling
menace to her cherished liberty. this
big dark man with his masterful air
and high handed ways.
Whatever he said she would have
to listen to. Perhaps even-agree
with,