Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-01-05

looked to see what it had hold Of now
and then began to understand. It was an
Arab on the bench in front Of him. youngsh
fellow In Egyptian fez and ondon-tailored
tweed and altogether the air of the man.
about-town in New Tunis. But what got me
about this fellow, and knocked all my old
ideas gally-west (and Diplo's, too, I gather)
was that this Mohammedan boulevardier was
as blond as Abel Diplo himself-just as
Observation-Disclosures as gray-eyed.
I've seen plenty of them since; it's natural
enough when you come to think that the
Goths and Vandals wiped up this coast along
with the rest of the Roman Empire; but the
point was I hadn't then, and Diplo hadn't
either
Well, I know as well as anything what was
going through his poor head, already sick
enough with that Itching, gnawing wailing
wretchedness," and still farther twisted with
that poison of fgs-the despair the fright the
magicking away Of the one last barrier to his
old dream: Here's one of them, and God help
me, ne isn't a backamoor or a demon or hip
pogrif at ALL He's as like me he's 90 like me
that II were to change caps with him, there
ned SIT an Englishman, and here I'd sit"
know. I saw him lean over, all of sud-
den, right across the monkey in the old mans
lap, pick the fez from that startled dandy,s
pate, and cram it squarely and tightly on his
own
Maynard sat up straight
That may make trouble" He was watching
under his eyelids "Or again it may not All
according Wait! Steady! II they'll onlv
be amused"
1t was nip and tuck for the minute around
the cheeky Christian dog; even I could see
that But 1t was hilarity that won-hilarity Of
ng and feast. One Uttered. Another shook the
nnger OF glee at the roumi in Mohammedan
hat. 1t was even farther than that young
ster hardly over Is had Diplo up on his two
feet like window image and towing away
through the crowd and into a overlooking place
across the court.
Nothing to worry about there" MAYNARD
told me Il imagine must have looked uncom-
fortable). That's one Of the sons of the house.
Going to rig your friend out right probably;
that's ALL"
1t was So Diplo reappeared, prodded and
Snunted out between the benches by the de-
lighted son. another Diplo, a gorgeous silk
soft-slippered Diplo hypnotized with uueerness.
and petri1ed with drink Joy broke loose Hands
grabbed at him from all sides. The dancer
on the rostrum Ga huge white Algerian Jewess
she was) caught the spirit of the meeting,
turned her batteries the roumi and danced
her dance Eat" him alone
{ IAN you imagine Diplo-chapel and night
class Diplo-Diplo, fetched up there. head
1ul OF boka and that screeing, boom thumped
Spht-tone heathen tune, silk on his body, hya-
cinths behind his ears, and his two eyes bulging
out TO that hooking invitation? Can you
imagine?
Well, all OF a sudden he started for her.
This said Maynard, has gone about far
enough"
He caught the back Of Diplos purple burnous
Just as the crazy fool had got knee ND on the
rostrum don't know what he said, but saw
the look that Diplo gave him back. Old
Perez was throwing the monk in the air:
Vow! Vow! Yow!" :. There was moth
ing violent. Not in the least Diplo made I'D
his lips and spit calmly and truly In Maynard's
face that was all.