Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1937-06-04

found her pleasing. What was the
matter with him? Was he blind? A
raising flood of anger filled her. New
err had she been so disconnected and
puzzled. She moved slowly across the
silvery sand until that stern bronzed
figure lowered head and shoulders
above her. She stepped quite close to
him and raised her face to the moon
light. Somehow she felt freed of con-
ventions-eager to vent her emotions.
Never before had she been other than
the correct, collected daughter of
Amos Cleeves. But now-the rata
was singing again in wild barbaric
strain that quickened her blood. Then
she knew he was looking at her, his
face very strained and his eyes cur
iously lighted.
"Tell me-" she whispered breathless-
ly, eff I should become interested in
those ruins-if I should want to see
Africa, uncensored and unalloyed, and
took a trip down into the territory
where you are working, would you
send me back?" She saw the white
outline of his arms raised to her-her
heart beat wildly with her coming
triumph. Then suddenly he dropped
them and stepped back-the light dy-
ing in his eyes.
mo-" he cried harshly. cts no
place for a woman. If you should
come, I'd have no choice but to send
you back on the double quick"
1t was as though an icy wave en-
quilted her. Anne drew herself up be-
wildered to have said what she had,
and pulled the cape more closely about
her.
81 think, Captain Roberts," she re-
marked with glacial tones, "that we
had better go back"
GAS you WISH" said he stonily, and
led the way back to the carriage.
'I'm really SORRY" he began, as the
horses, seeming the stable, broke into
nervous canter, "that our views are
so uncompromisingly different. But
wilfulness of the dangerous sort is
a trait I've never admired, not even
when it goes under the potter term of
'adventuring.'
Anne sat miserably huddled in her
blue cape and said nothing. Utterly
wretched she felt, as she realized
that far from having captivated the
man she had sworn to humble, she
was even further from her goal. It
was novel experience, battling and
most unpleasant. His next words sur
prised her.
'I'm really sorry" he added with
a touch of contrition, "that have to
go tomorrow, for I've really enjoyed
meeting you-even if I've had to
pose as the heavy william on occasion.
Pm afraid, though, you can't under
stand our point of view in this coun-
try-Africa uncensored, as you call
it-but curiously enough, it's the
same point of view our ancestors
evolved when they ran the dangers
of the frontiers. Only by unselfish-
ness and respect for the consequences
of our own acts, can we white people
exist at all. The Arabs hate us with
a terrible burning hatred. You, who
have only seen the broken, corrupted
indigenes on the Mediterranean coast,
can never understand this" He
sighed as the tires ratified over the
cobbles again. "But who knows, per-
haps sometime we shall meet again,
only Allah can tell as the natives
say"
Anne turned aside her head to hide
a determined little smile that played
on her lips, as she reached breath
taking decision. Not for nothing was
she the daughter of Amos Cleeves.
1t was Selim who spied the first
of the Targui raiders as he followed
the spoor of strayed mehari. Only
speck on the horizon he saw and
tiny flash of metal as some Tou-
areg scout carelessly allowed the sun
to strike on some piece of metal in
his accoutrement. At once, the scar
red face of the Senegalese widened
into savage smile.
NAM MAMEDN