Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1937-05-21
CHAPTER 2

"A SPAN III q gay uiuc dIlu ISu uill'
form saluted briskly, as he held in the
nervous golden-hued Arabs which
drew the vehicle. Another spahi, who
served as footman, leaped down tt
open the door which bore the resplen
dent crest of General Comte de Brion
vile, Military Commandant Of thai
turbulent territory which embraced
such unruly tribes as the Djbel Fem
zuin and the merciless Targul or lou
aregs.
let, the Djbel Yazzuin and the merci.
blue evening cape about her slim
white shoulders, she seated herself
lesswhile the maid sank downstream.
Gus evening preparing her mistress
for the dinner and dance-never had
the lovely Miss Cleeves been more
exacting and unreasonable.
Making a deep bow, almost resemb'
ling a salaam, the spahi, with a flash
of spotIess scarlet trousers, leapec
back on the box as the coachman flick
ed the golden-hued Arabs.
Anne smiled to herself as the car
riage bounded forward and the night
wind stirred the perfectly curled locks
about her ivory-tinted forehead.
81 shouldn't have much difficulty,
she assured herself, "in finding out
who this impossible person is. l sup
pose General Jacques knows every
white man in this part of Africa and
what his business is. It'll be rather
fun teaching this wretched nobody
his place"
Along one palm-shaded street after
another whirled the Military Cover
nor's carriage, the vanished spokes
Pickering brightly in the light Of
moon that had just begun to rise. Id
ling Arabs scattered right and left
with shrill angry cries as they mar
rowly avoided being trampled. More
than one dark, hawk-faced native
shook bony brown fists and hisset
words which would have brought ;
flaming mantle of color to Annei
cheeks, had she been able to under
stand the import of the remarks.
~ suppose" she murmured, hal
aloud, "that he's some wretched Col
onist living on the free land of tn
Government"
Madame dites ?" inquired the maid
Nothing, Jeanette, notling-kee
quiet. l want to think" More thai
ever that child of luxury was annoye'
that, try as she would, she could no
forget that domineering, bronzed Col
onist with the steady grey eyes. HOY
he had looked through her-almos
pityingly-she hated him.
Presently, the victoria reached tn
opening of wide dutsy driveway, lin
ed with shadowy date palms and fra
grant azaleas. Two rigid sentinels i
Colonial khaki saluted as the rubbe
tires rolled over the crushed rocl
Anne was smiling to herself. He
triumph would be almost too cas-
with the resources she had at he
hand.
No lesser person than white-hair
ed General Comte de Brionville greet
ed her as she stepped from the car
rage. He touched his lips to he
forehead in warm paternal greeting
then held her at arms length.
"How very beautiful thou has
grown, petite 'Toinette," he mur1nur
ed, and his keen old eyes paid dec
tribute to her fresh young beauty
sending wave of restored confidence
into Anne's being-that strange Anne
leans conduct had sorely upset he
self-assurance. "And how is Mon
sieur, your distinguished father?" pu
sued the erect, Whitehead veteran, a
he bent over her hand. "Still pilins
millions on millions, 1 suppose?"
eyes," sighed Anne. GAS usual
he's very busy making more money
He already has so much wonder VIII!
he does it. AS it is, I'm PRACTICAL,
an orphan. see him perhaps montl
during the year. So you'll have t.
adopt me, dear General Jacques" Sh