Evening star., 1923-01-05
CONTINUED from Yesterdays Star,

There was a big square beneath,
seethinE with dark-faced. white
rohed men. all gazing in one direc-
tion-in the direction or raised plat
form where a girl stood. a slim,
white girl.
II would have been much easier for
Sir George to have faced death than
the sight before him,
FanSy was on the platform. Ills
daughter. Standing there in full
view If the wild crowd Being sold
as i, slave III the market of this desert
city. To become the property of one
OF those SavageS.
Barclays hand went across his an
ruished face. TO try and shut out the
horrible sight.
1t could not be true! 1t must BE-
some hideous nightmare.
Yet there she was. with white face
and strained eyes. meeting her fate
hraVely, as his daughter would. Pan
sy. as he had often seen her. in a
simple white muslin dress, end a wide
white, dropping hat with a long. blue.
floating veil. CARRIED as she had gone
about his camp during his fatal tour
Even as Sir George looked, Pansy 8
tortured eyes met his, and she tried to
smile.
The sight broke him utterly, bring
ing a GroanNto his lips.
At the sound Il voice said in French.
with 81 note of savage triumph.
NJ" perhaps y GU uIt"TSldlsd NIld l
[ suffered when YOU shot my father?
Standing behind him was big man
in a khaki riding suit, a European. he
looked. For the moment Barclay did
not know him for his enemy, the Sui
tan Casim Ammeh.
When he recognized him he did for
panSy what he would never have done
FOR himself-he begged for mercy.
For Gods sake, for the SAX Of the
civilization you know, don't condemn
my child to such a fate!" he entreated
IN a voice hoarSe with agony.
You showed my father no mercy.
Why should | show you any now?'
the sultan asked coldly.
'At least have pity on the girl. DO
what you like with me. bat spare my
daughter"
Did YOU show me any pity when !
begged for my fathers life? AS We
SOW. so shall ye reap Isn't that wha
you, Christians say. There is your
harvest. A pleasing sight FOR me
when 1 think of my father"
The Suitan's gaze went To the WIN
dow, but there was more tenderness
than anything else in his eyes as they
rested on the slim girl who faced the
crowd with such white courage
Now one figure stood out from. the
surge. that of a big, lean man in tur-
ban and loin-cloth, with long matted
hair and beard. the latter foam
flecked. He stood at the foot of the
platform, and his eyes never left the
girl as he bid up and up against the
other competitors; cursing every one
who bid against him, yet always 60
ing higher
Look at that wild man from the
desert" the sultan said. Il know him
He is feather merchant. a miser
His home is a squalid tent, yet he has
more money than any man who comes
to El-Ammeh. Love has unlocked his
heart. He will give all his boarded
wealth to possess that pretty slave OH
the platform there. he will be 4 fit
ting mate for your daughter. Think
of her in his arms. and remember the
man you murdered-1nv father, the
Sultan Casim Ammeh, whom 1 have
now avenged"
At the taunts, despite the differ
ence in their years AMI physique
George Barclay turned on his tor
mentor.
You brute. You desi1.' he cried
springing at him.
With easy strength the sultan
, caught and held him.
You misjudge me-" he said; 'its
justice-merely An eye for an eye
and tooth for a TOOTH"
Then he pushed the older man from
him and, turning on his heel. went
from the room.