The Washington times., 1923-04-15
There hallBeNo More Doath" By DulcioDeamer

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the stuff in his veins wasn't milk!
Oh, | know your
Cypros laughed immoderately.
The tight bandage-like swathings
that ordinarily compressed her
bulk, accentuating hips and bust,
were absent and her laughter set
her quivering gelatinously.
eco on love to hear you talk.
Some Anticipated old idiot of
Tiberias was trying to tell me be-
tween drinks that the end sof the
worlds coming. What do you
think about it,"
Rather large subjects my
dear lady. The phoenix is believed
to have been seen again in Egypt,
indicating the end of an era and
!, the dawn of a new one. The
Roman colleges of priests have
reckoned that world year is
about to end and the Age of
Saturn to return. Virgil, in his
Fourth Eclogue, has pictured
coming Golden Age. Meanwhile
the financial situation lis absolutely
the worst in history. In my opin-
ion bankruptcy and the usurers
are the real cause of all the sedi-
ton"
"Sedition?"
Cypros had not been listening,
but the last word caught her atten-
ton.
eyes. The whole Province is
rotten with it. / suppose / am in
a position to know as much about
it as most people. To-day-prob-
ably within the next hour or two
we are arresting a handful of
plotters who have house in the
street of the Gazelle. Two of
them returned from Galilee this
morning. My men recognized
them as they came in by the
Damascus Gate. We follow all
their movements and can set our
hands on them at any time.
Wonderful. I'm not sarcastic
you are wonderful, aren't you?
Who was it the Furies pursued?
These fellows must feel like he
did. Poor devils! What's the end
of the story"
''The scourge and the cross is
the usual ending"
"Ugh! Have another drink.
Are any of them good looking? /
always feel sorry for good looking
men. I'm soft hearted"
"My dear Cypros, you are alto
gether admirable. ] did not per-
sonally inquire as to the appear
ance of these seditionists. One is
an unorthodox Jew of good family,
one is ne'er-do-well. and one is
believed to be an escaped galley
slave"
On the other side of the peacock
curtains the girl sitting bolt up
right on the low bed became rigid,
as though her widened eyes had en-
countered those of the Medusa.
Within the next hour or
two. The street of the Ga
zelle an escaped galley
Galley slave. I've sort of
fellow feeling for that poor devil
anyway work like one myself.
Go in and have look at that girl
if you're going to and I'll close
my>eyes for five minutes"
With a grunt Cypros relaxed
completely. From massive thrown
back head to gold-ringed ankles
she was quiescent-sinking into an
agreeable Bacchic stupor. Wine
dripped from the edge of the Mala-
chite table onto the tiger skin
below. A wisp of smoke, tenuous
almost as the air, drew upward
from the incense platter, diffusing
an odor suggestive of temples.
The deep set gray eyes of the
man reclining upon the other
couch were slightly blood shot. He
sucked in his lip, twisted sig
net ring round and round upon
his finger. To any one versed in
the symptoms 1t was apparent that
he had drunk more than was good
for his dignity and was aware of
it. He turned his head, looking at
the peacock curtains. Then, with
exaggerated precision set his san.
dalled feet upon the floor and
stood up. He was of a good
height, though not tall, and rather
squarely built.
About half a minute earlier
Cassandra had got up very softly
and quickly. Across the folded
stool lay the purple-black draping