, 1923-03-31
'LOU-LOU'
a Brilliant and Dramatic Novel n,
the South Sens.
BY II. BEDFORD JONES, AUTHOR
OF DARKNESS AT DAWN"
THE SECOND LIFE OF NJ.
THE DEVIL" ETC.
Ipstallment No. -Four
WHO'S WHO IN THE STORY.

franciscan drives to his cottage in
the mountains to rest and here finds.
LOu-Lou, the young and beautiful
daughter OF a. deceased Sultan Of 81.
buko. who has escaped from ar Asy.
lum in New York. She had been plac-
ed in the asylum through the plot
81 her half-brother.
Lahri who plans to seize the throne
left to Lou'Lou by her father
Hvarson described by Lou.Lou as a
terrible man who once kissed her
against herr will and
Hamed Ben Yusuf his associate are
involved with Zahrl.
Blrak, a loyal servant OF Lou-Lou's
Spanish mother, contrives her escape,
though he is forced TO kill a guard to
get her out. He has no tongue, but
communicates with her by means OF
sisns. Fifteen highly valuable rubles
brought by zahri to New York are
"taksn' by Barak. who sells three
of them, and with the proceeds brings
Lou-Lou as far as California. Fear
ing capture as they near San Fran
cisco the fu.ltives leave the tran, but
are forced by a violent storm TO seek
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girls story makes = deep impression
on Fortesque. She gives him the re-
manning twelve ruhies which she asks
him to sell for enough money to carry
her TO Manila. Finally she persuades
Brain to 60 with her and help her to
Illustrate Zahri. In San Francisco,
Fortesque puts the rub,es in his safe.
~ deposit box. draws ten thousand
dollars in currency. and makes ar.
rangements for n voyage. At Lou
LOUIS request he looks up
The Reverend Luke Quail, n for.
mer missionary, Fortesque learns that
Mr.. Quail is a militant mar OF tho
cloth. who once in physical combat
had drubhed no less n person than
Hvarson. The clergyman had then
suggested that Hvarsm be baptized
otherwise he would not be author
lied to read the burial service over
him." ano limited that it might be re-
CURED. Mr.. Quail is persuaded to ac-
company the party. On the very first
night on the ship it is discovered that
Hvarson is a fellow passenger.
Trehearne, loca, agent in Sibuko
for a trading company is told by
Franks, an e1iled virginian. that
he has received word from Barak at
Manila. by a carrier pigeon.
In the days of the old Sultan. pi-
racy had been profitable. In those
dead days there la been q fine out
fit OF homing pigeons on sibuko is
land. They came in very handily. An
agent could loose one from Manila
for example. and the old Sultan could
know within q few hours Just what
ships were leaving. their destination.
their armament; and he would send
out the praus.
Piracy was dead now but some Of
the pigeons were left. Franks had
taken them over, cared for them low
ingly. He produced two sheets Of
filmy paper that the birds had
brought but over his shoulder. Ire
hearne dropped a low word.
''EIi6e 'em. quicki Rails Hamsd's com.
ing"
The brown withered hand Of Franks
fiuttered out and feu upon the wal
CT thin paper. II hailed up within his
palm, and he thrust his hand rapidly
into his pocket. His brilliant eyes
become a bright steely gray.
From outside came a rich and won
derful voice In Malay.
May Allah curse all here, and mas
they be flung shaven into hsllr' It
said.
The same to you" said Trehearne.
The owner OF the voice was a tail
erect old man clad in scarlet silks.
%Elittering with gems. ~incrusted with
dirt. 4 small gray board tuttee from
his chin. His upper lip. shaver. show
a thin v%oracious mouth bitterly
cruel. His nose. enc hooked. lay
broken and eskew.
ono eye was dead. the eyel!d droop-
ing; the other eye was black and
terrible under bushy gray brows.
The face was thin and keen. In
credibiy ~sneering and malicious.
81 came TO ten you sornthing," he
said. "Sultan Zahri comes back to 81.
buko-alono."
Trehearpe started.
"A1oneg' he said. Damn you.
What dye mean?"
Rails Hamed chuck1ed oviiiy. Again
his voice came like rich music;
IT mean what 1 say-that Suitan
Zahri comes home alonei Think OF
it. Christians; ponder what It means!
You shall be swept out Of this place
as a holy man sweeps lice from his
beara; That IS ALL"
He leaned forward, and his ebony
stick swiftly traced lines in the eand
that stood out like black writing.
Then he turned and went away.
striding with a fine swagger TO his
square shoulders.
Como and look at this" said Ire
hearne. Jerking his head. You can
read the scratches. I can't"
IT'S poetry" said Franks. i've
heard that the old devil could innpro-
wise. Listen to the swing and rhythm
OF It. now:
=" 'Madin,
Wa howa sim
Wa Hamcd ben yusut ma daShpi
thiml'
What tho devil does II meant"
Franks scow,ed, cts about this
house OF yours. The water Of II Is
blood, and the air OF It Is poison. and
Hamed ben Yusuf does not come
therel' It's a polite curse; that's all"
-'rehearne wiped his d~uiverfnz FOWL
Damn the gray devrir' he mutter-
ed. 'Hullo-there's the old pirate