Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1930-02-20
Savaran M00nbeam of Pearl
By Douglas Newton

to clear the common herd from the
path Of the master. He carries a long
wand to do it with and delights to use
it. This fellow, with others, ran be-
fore J tall, gross sheriff sitting a blood
mare. and his stick got home on the
lean legionnaire before Savaran even
knew that pride was injecting the air.
The fellow hit the wall farthest from
Savaran a split second after his whip
fell and remained there, apparently
trying to hold his face together. Half
a dozen others thereupon flung them
selves IN a mas on Savaran, who pro-
ceeded to demonstrate that six able
bodied Arabs made decidedly no i'm
preston on a physique like his. When
Savaran had wiped the last of them
from off his tall frame, he stalked up
to the master to present him with his
personal opinion and rub his face in
the street mud If the fellow would only
be a sport and show fight.
The sheriff was a huge man, bloated
with arrogance and gross living. He
had one of those fat, full, pallid faces
that pass for ~benevolence and act like
brutality. And he was no idler In that
cult, either. Savaran reaching out to
jerk him from the saddle found him.
self nuzzling the barrel of an auto
matte pistol.
The rat one, exhibiting that indiffer-
ence that breeds murder, said: Take
hold Of him." and, when q dozen hands
complied, give him thirty lashes."
Then he would have ridden on, but
Sayaran with a twist freed his right
arm and grabbed the big mans bride
"Son of an i'll set jelly" he said
fiercely, have care! I am Savaran
who has made harem slaves of chief
tains greater than you. For every whip
stroke you pay doublefold and double
again. Hear it! What Savaran prom
Uses Savaran does"
BEAT him on the face" said the
sheriff, and as it was done, Make il
fifty strokes"
He then rode calmly through a gate
that had opened for him nearby.
III.
Sayaran lifted himself from the muck
into which the sherif's servants haC
flung him, and, pistol in hand, dashed
for the gate before the last Arab coulo
slam it.
II was then that the laugh Of the
girl came.
1t was a laugh soft, silvery, as spon-
famous as the swing of a wind flower
vibrant with youth. 1t came from ar
~overhanging window in the very house
the sheriff had entered. Savaran, who
responds as eagerly to a Irritation a!
a fight, checked and looked up. Hi
saw that the heavy fretted woodwork
of the roshan had been pulled aside
so that the laugher could watch the
husband in the opening was the
girl.
The strong African moonlight wa.
on her as she leaned forward. He saw
a figure, slight, swaying. swift like thu
stem of a flower. No Keef coast Arab
she did not trouble to veil and he wa.
the luckier for it. She had beauty o.
a precise and pointed delicacy, lit with
a youth that would have been childlikt
had she not been Arab and all woman.
ly. Savaran's check became a full stop
His quick rage vanished as is the way
with quick RACES. What, after all, wa!
a fat sherif-who could w~ait-beside:
this dream Of a perfect Juliette com
true.
She laughed again at his hesitance
called down with pretty impotence
ION, lion of vengeance, burst the gate!
mot now, oh piping bird in a high
wall cage" laughed Savaran, using he
own Arabic in it's full poetic idiom
"One look at thee and thy father goe'
safe"
my father!" the silver laugh becam,
a gurgle. MY father! Oh-oh, bu
that is funny. That is Hanna, Ibr
Kalid, sheriff of NenuSsi."
Good" said Savaran with a flash O
perfect teeth. Il am grateful that
can kill him without sorrow to thee.
He said it in his largest manner an(
was taken aback to find her laughte,
increase.
But it is a habit of NINE" he cried
mo man insults Savaran and lives tx
a great age after it,"
"Aie, you look a vulture among men,
she breathed. But that Is comic, too
in a sok Arab"
Savaran's aba, since he had had littl,
opportunity to choose, certainly was o
the market place. Now, though it wa.
his only disguise against arrest, he tor,
it off and flung it into the gutter. H,
must look his best before bright eyes
whatever the risk.
mot Arab, not huckster am T." h,
cried, "but a man of the sword"
She was half won by his daring, hal
timid. The latter bothered him not
whit. He was Savaran who had
sway over women; a smile, q touch O