Evening star., 1923-07-22
HER ARABIAN KNIGHT
INNIE weighed 22s pounds.
Matter-of-fact dwellers in
a matter-of-fact world

al. a world or nef own anu III tHlS
she was never more than--well, a
maid of queenly figure.
In the giant Office buildings of
lower Manhattan CLEANED hundred
thousand bright-iit windows. From
her bedroom-SS week in advance
and no cooking allowed-Winnie Bout
could see them. She sat there in the
darkness, gazing out
Vague mountains she saw, that
would have been ghostly but for here
snd there odd, unstudied patterns OF
streaming orange-yellow light. To
one of an unromantic nature those
lighted windows might bespeak over
time toilers, but not to Winnie Bout.
Her favorite Of them all was the
great cathedral of business with its
spired heights, from whose summit
fammed a torch Of red. Winnie let
her gaze dwell long on the lofty edi-
flee, and her ey&were full Of dreams
and wishes.
80 this is your castle" she said
aloud, in tones Of tender rapture. "Oh,
Abdul l-Kafar, my prince. how Won
dorously beauteous. All. to dwell with
thee in this palace till the sands OF
the desert grow cold.
Her phrases were borrowed from
tn, moving picture screen.
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Tn business hours Winnie was aloof.
brisk, dignified. This untrammeled
mode of expression was reserved for
that happiest hour of her day when.
after her work behind the counter in
Dignowity's delicatessen store. she
came back to her furnished room, sat
at her kimono-clad ease in a battered
wicker chair and talked with princes.
Princes? That was in the past.
There was but one prince for her now;
there had been but one since she saw
Passion Amidst the Pyramids" In
1t was Prince Abdul-el-Kafar, the
noble -browed, brilliant-eyed, gleam-
ing-toothed chieftain of a band of
nomads. He votes, receives his mail
and is shaved as Angelo Delmonte. In
the role Of intrepid and hot-blooded
leader of his band OF Bedouins. Abdul
spies the blond beauty of Miss Evelyn
Dalrymple of New York, who is trav-
cling in the desert, pursued by Sir
Euthven Mainwaring. scion of a noble
house but cad at heart. Such strong
emotions are kindled beneath Abdul s
hurnoose-local color for Shirt
that into the desert air he breathes
the memorable words: "At last. My
mate woman" and swears by Allah
10 make her his. Music cue: Pale
Hands I Love.D
on his snow-white charger Abdul
ha
center of the Sahara at the precise
moment when Sir Ruthven is basely
trying to hug her on a camel. Scorn-
ing to use his scimitar or yet his
Sataghan, Abdul uppercuts Sir Ruth
zen on his patrician chin, and this
leads TO blows. Desert chieftain and
white aristocrat indulge in good
many running film-feet OF fisticuffs.
almost upsetting a pyramid or two.
A right swing 10 the Adams apple
puts the dastardly Sir Ruthven down
for the count and Abdul snatches up
Miss Dalrymple and bears her off to
his desert boudoir. He tries to hold
her hand, but, to quote the subtitle,
Before the virginia. armor Of her
glance, the prince shrank back"
(Music cue: Less Than the Dust
Beneath Thy Chariot Wheels
She is a naughty captive for sew
eral hundred feet. and wears some
Cnarnling negligeAs, of which, 1t would
reem. the prince is collector. Her
glance. her trusting smile make him
remember that he is gentleman; 50
he behaves himself and goes off TO
hunt ibeXes. Up comes sandstorm.
Abdul gallops across the desert to the
rescue of his captive. Rescue her he
does, but in so doing panic-strick-
en camel kicks him in the head, and
he swoons For several hundred feet
he hovers between life and death; but
is nursed back to health by Miss Dali
rymple, who melts in mis- arms and
says, My mate-man!" (Music cue:
Kiss Me Again.
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IT'S all right, though. Lest there be
any question of the propriety of
blond Caucasian permanent wave be-
ing joined in wedlock to black-bril-
Iiantined locks. he confesses that he
is really Harold Emerson Throck
morton OF fine old cotton mill
owning Boston family, who disgusted
with the tawdry glitter of Beacon
street has spurned it for the simple
life OF a desert wanderer. He has,
however. built himself on the edge
Of the desert a palace about the size
Of the Grand Central station, and
thither, arm in arm, go he and the
no longer supercilious Miss Dalrym-
pie followed by missionary from
Dss Moines. Iowa, who, as luck would
have it, was passing al the moment.
Music Mendelssohns Wedding
March,
with all her eyes and soul Winnie
had devoured this drama. In her
world of reverie she played it over
and over. But Miss Dalrymple-
otherwise Miss Peggy Charming
was eliminated. and her role was
played by Winnie Bout.
Over Winnie's washstand hung
picture of Angelo Delmonte, cut from
motion picture magazine. Winnie
knew the legend beneath the picture
NY heart.
Angelo Delmonte, idol Of the
screen. snapped unawares at his
country place, Kun Rite Inn. He
loves outdoor life, but speaks Eng
lish with a delicious foreign accent,
he being of a noble Spanish-Italian
family but a naturaiized American
citizen"
To this picture Winnie turned from
her contemplation Of the glittering
heights Of her castle. and. apparently
in reply to some question, said:
What was it that first attracted
lis l.,1
was your delicious foreign accent"
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