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

U'd picked him up at the old sea gate), o fell
low named Maynard from Melrose, Mass my
immediate superior at the consulate, and myself.
Maynard was doing the honors Of the sights,
but, Lord love you'll saw no sights" simply
followed where was led, looking like an idiot
Give no doubt) with my eyes begged out and
my mouth open for marvel Of it-of 1t, and
Of Diplo
After his panic of the night before he had
me guessing today. His mouth wasn't open,
not a bit Of it. His stalk was the stalk Of the
British tourist seasoned by five continents.
Even when We came into that old arched-
over vault of the perfume sellers SIOUX. It's al
ways In a sort Of twilight like cathedral, and
along the striped walls the merchants sit cross
legged In their inches The air is soaked and
drugged; musk and amber, chypre and hyacinth
Tor the harem; incense and myrrh and wax
taper for the mosque. tell you it's like music
one full, rich, drowsy, voluptuous tone-one
chord of piety and lust.
"What do you make Of it, captain?"
Jolly picturesque!" He slid his tongue along
his lip. "Jolly!"
That's all the jolt got out of that Another
was the way, though. Old Perez came
bursting out Of the bed-auction crowd at the
upper end Of the SIOUX, rolling like a tub in q
seaway, crimson, gorgeous, eyes cooked, arms
akimbo, monk aloft. it was jolt enough, say.
We all stood perfectly STILL all praying to
luck and liquor to carry him by. It was q
ing him dead on top Of us when another lurch
and gybe brought him clear and sent him
caroming against the legs Of q couple of Arab
gentlemen across the way.
They were really gentlemen, you know; fine
old silk-and-ivory aristocrats of the true faith,
standing there innocently, hand in hand.
There was nothing violent. They merely
Withdrew their skirts o little from the contami.
nation, and one Of them said three words
Maynard grinned. Pig he called him. Pig
and father Of pigP"
wish You could have seen Diplo's face.
"WAat?" he gasped. "What?"
That's right: 'Hallouf- bou-hallouf'-Pig-
father-pigl Serves him right too, darn well
right. BY the way. captain. If he's one of
yours"
He never finished The old Arab had Just
put the only logical period at the end OF his
epithet; laying aside his cheek cloth, he spit
calmly and truly in the sailors face
Maynard saw Diplo before did and got hold
of his arm, and he told me afterward 1t was
lucky he did. turned just in time to see the
mans eyes. And 1t was in that wink that the
lightning struck me.
"Lord Lord!" was all I could think. Iordl
How awful Father and son!"
1t was only wink. Diplo did get control
OF those giveaway eyes; he did succeed that
time, in crawling to cover again. Turning on
Old Perez, Get back to the ship!" said he In
a tone like knife, and. giving us all his back,
he walked away
Naturally we followed him, Maynard and I,
leaving the old sinner to get back to the ship
which you may be sure he didn't do
Well. as I say, we followed Diplo We caught
up with him.
look here" Maynard said, st guess that's
about a day as far Is sights GO. In another
quarter Of an hour itN be dead as door nails
here inside the wall. Eth, captain?"
quite right" said Diplo He stood there as
tall Is q Steeple. II think I'll have just bit
doVasf ind
but, captain" Maynard argued, take my