Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1924-12-02

be flung to the hooks, not another word will
l say of Sakr-el-Bahr. Shall I unveil the
truth to be spurned and scorned and dubbed
a liar and the mother of lies?"
Then abruptly changing she fell to weep
ing.
20 source of my Iife!" she cried to him.
"How cruelty unjust to me art thou!"
She was groveling now, a thing of Simplest
grace, her lovely arms entwining his knees.
when my love for thee drives me to ut
ter what l see [ earn but thy anger which
is more than I can endure. I swoon beneath
the weight of it,"
He flung her off fmpatiently.
What a WEAKNESS is woman's tongue!"
he cried, and stalled out again, convinced
from past experiences that did he Iinger he
would be Whelmed in torrent of words
But her poison was shreWdIy administered
and slowly did it's work. 1t abode in his
mind to torture him with the doubts that
were its very essence. No reason, however
well founded that she might have urged for
Sakr-el-Bahrs strange conduct could have
been half so insidiOus as her suggestion that
there was reason. 1t gave him something
vague and intangible to consider Some
thing that he could not repel since it had no
substance he could grappIe with. Impatient
ly he awaited the morning and the coming
of Sakr-el-Bahr himself, but he no longer
awaited it with the ardent Whole-hearted
eagerness as of father awaiting the coming
of beloved
Sakr-el-Bahr himself paced the poop deck
of the carack and watched the lights perish
one by one in the little town that struggled
UP the hillside before him. The moon came
up and bathed it in a white hard light,
throwing sharp inky shadows of rustlng
date palm and spear-like minaret, and fling
ing shafts of silver athwart the peaceful bay.
His wound was healed, and he was fully
himself once more. Two days ago he had
come on deck for the first time since the
Ho1,t, It'll, +Io h.
there the greater portion of the time since
then. Once only had he visited his capttves.
He had risen from his couch to repair
straight to the cabin in the poop where
Bosamund was confined. He had found her
pale and very wistfuI. but with her courage
entirely unbroken.
The Godolphins were a stiff-necked race,
and Rosamund bore in hor frail body the
spirit of a man. She looked up when he
entered, started little in surprise to sec
him at last, for it was the first time he
stood before her since he had carried her
off from Arwenack some four weeks ago.
Then she had averted her eyes and sat there
elbows on the table, as if carved Of wood,
as if blind to his presence and deaf to his
words.
To the expressions of regret-and they
were sincere, for already he repented him
his unprecedented act so far as she was
cOncerned-she returned slightest answer,
gave no sign, indeed, that she heard a word
of it. Baffed he stood gnaWing his lip a
moment and gradually, unreasonabIy per-
haps, anger welIed up from his heart. He
turned and went out again. Next he had
visited his brother, to consider in silence
moment the haggard, wild eyed, unshorn
wretch who had shrank and covered before
him in the consciousness of guilt. At last
he returned to the deck, and there as I have
said, he spent the greater portion of the last
three days Of that strange voyage, reclining
for the most part in the sun and gathering
strength from its ardor.
Tonight as he paced under the moon
stealthy shadow crept up the companion to
call him gently by his English name:
Sir Oliver."
He started as if a ghost had suddenly
leaped up to greet him. 1t was Jasper Leigh
who hailed him thus.
Come up" he said. And when the fell
low stood before him on the poop:
Il have told YOU already that there is no
Sir Oliver. I am Oiiyer-Reis or Sakr-eI-
Bahr, as you please, one of the Faithful Of
The Prophets House. And now what IS your
~ilI?"
Have not served you faithfully ard
"all?' quOth Captain Leigh.
Who has denied it?"
None. But neither has any acknowledged
il. When You lay wounded below it had
| been an easy thing for me to ha' played the