Evening star., 1933-05-21

match which followed; at breakfast
time next morning, and then, catching
her alone in the lounge, had laid his
heart and fortune at her feet and de-
manded her hand in return.
| How she and dad had laughed and
| how Jack and Jules and mother had
laughed about 1t!
| Mr.. Russell" otherwise the Kaid
| Raisul ADD allah Karin, son and heir
| to the great Kaid Haroun Add allah Ka-
rim, the most powerful man in Mo-
rocco. greater far than the Sultan him.
self and able to defy mere than two
or three European powers when he
could not play them of one against the
other.
"Mr. Russell" late distinguished
alumnus of the Paris Sorbonne, full
blooded Moor who spoke English,
French and Spanish as perfectly as he
did his native Arabic.
Strange that the true, pure-bred
Moor. a princely descendant of hun
dred princes, warriors, corsairs. leaders
and rulers of armies and Of fleets.
should be the one who sat there In a
chair Of European origin and dressed
precisely as he would have been at a
bachelor dinner party in Mayfair
strange that 1t should be he rather than
/ Jules Maligni of Eton and oxford.
| Did he, with his subtle cleverness, wear
that dinner jacket, black tie, those black
silk socks and patent shoes because he
guessed or intuitively knew that she
must hate to see her husband with his
bare feet stuck into Arab slippers,
scuatting there in native dress? Strange
| that the Etonian-O -Oxonian Englishman
should dress and squat like native.
while the real Moor should dress, look
and behave like an English gentleman.
Yes, almost certainly 1t was calculated,
son and a motive.
For how long would he behave like
an English gentleman here in Mo-
rocco? Had she been fancying things
or was he going to make himself nui-
ssnce and, If so, would he be very DIM
cult to manage?
Suddenly Raisul, who had been in
dustriously picking q flower to pieces,
looked up, opened wide his great dark
| eyes, gazed into hers and, as though
reading her thought, smiled with a
flash of brilliant teeth. Not friendly
pleasant smile Of kindness and affec-
ton. but twisted smile, sardonic, sar-
castle, .enigmatic.
Ignoring him, Margaret's glance trav-
eled on and rested for moment upon
| TIC ldt, yOilys cfA dIlu u ucl 1dCC Va iAlc
| father, the Kaid Haroun Add d'allah Ka-
rim. Watching him as he sat chuckling
and whispering with Zainub, his wife,
whose lively sallies evidently pleased
him much, Margaret found it almost
| impossible to believe the tales Of his
appalling cruelty, tales that her hus-
bands mother, the Kaids own half
sister, had told her-as interesting an
ecdotes and family gossip.
Amazing to think that that middle
aged gentleman sitting there enjoying
his Turkish cigarette and coffee was a
human monster, q brute who had al
ways delighted not merely in savage
| war, but in its aftermath Of slaughter
and actual torture.
And yet, why wonder at this II, as
one was taught, heredity and environ
ment make the man? What else should
this descendant Of pirates, bandits,
brigands and raiders be. living as he did
In this robbers stronghold, dominating
a wild land known as "the Country Of
the Gun" because 1t produced nothing
else but the gun and its people lived
and died by the gun?
Was there as much difference between
this cruel, blood-stained medieval baron
and his twentieth century son as there
was between their respective dress?
Was there as untamed and unchanged
savage Moor in RaisuPs Savile Row
dinner kit as there was in Haroun' 8
silken garments?
! Why on earth had she been such q
fool to come into this horrible country,
among these incredible people, into this
| fantastically impossible fantasticaay