The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1939-03-17


knew that they would count again.
when she was gone. If she did not
return. Michael did not UNDER
stand love which persisted. even
when you wanted to be free. Love,
like that single, relentless love Of
hers, which could cross all from
tiers, and he with her still.
From Immediately overhead, in
the soaring blue of heaven. the sun
beat down upon the hot, glaring
pavement of Cairo. It was mid
day. The shaded balconies and
lounges of Shepherds" and the
Continental Hotep were full of
EUROPEANS wearing light suits,
and drinking long drinks. The
Jingle of the two-horsed Charles
which passed alongside the large
square, with its gray statue. inter-
mingled with the blinking of ice
in their glasses. Both were lost
amid the other sounds of Cairo.
Street hawkers cried their trashy
merchandise as they passed, laden
with Eastern carpets. silks, or
beads.
In the distance. if all other
sounds had ceased suddenly. could
have been heard another, uglier
burble. In mean street. the fol-
lowers of Nahas Pasha had stood
listening to an imprisoned speak
er. Many of them were students.
wild young rowdies. armed with
sticks and brickbats. Now. worked
up to a frenzy of excitement and
resentment, they turned. In a
shouting, iostling throng they
rushed towards the maiE thor
oughfares. There, they would
overthrow more trolley cars, up
root more lamp-postS, break more
British windows.
down with Sir Samuel Hoare!
Down with Sir Samuel Hoare!
Freedom for Egypt" were their
indistinguishable cries.
This was & day in November of
1885. Sir Samuel Hoare's reply to
the Wafd's demand for a return
to the 1923 treaty, mercilessly
modified by Sidky Pasha, seven
years later. had Just been pub
lished. 1t appeared in many Egyp-
tian papers and leaflets. in a much
twisted version. The mob were not
satisfied with such apparently
vague promises from the British
Government. They did not care to
look forward to settlement at a
more opportune moment" When.
for example,, Mussolini's trans
ports had ceased crowding through
the canal to Eritrea. 'They would
continue to demonstrate more
violently than ever, until their
problem received attention and
was solved. IL p.
> Love OF A Lady, q
pUT because the police in Cairo,
- mounted on their white Arab
horses, are some of the finest in
the world, the British could con-
tinue drinking and playing. Gent
ly. the white horses stepped. side
ways, pushing, coaxing. and STEM
ming the angry crowd.
Standing in the shelter of a
doorway. an Englishman stood
watching them, admiringly. Good
work." he commented aloud. He
had thoughtful eyes, and long,
strong features. He was very
brown. Gathering that the agita-
ton in this quarter of the town
was under control. he turned. He,
and his foreshortened shadow
strobe in the direction of the Con-
tinental Hotel. But a smile came
to Tony Lance's lips. because Of
the white-robed. slippered little
Arab who detached himself from
an adjoining wall, and shuffied
after him. ..-
He thought: "Darn them! AL
ready! They know everything"
He had been here only twelve
hours, yet he was being watched.
1t was an inconvenience to which
he was accustomed.
As he entered the lounge of his
hotel with its chattering midday
crowd, its red leather and chro-
MUM modernity. he heard voice
call to him:
eli, there, Tony!"
~Why, Mike, this is fine"
"Where have you sprungfrom?"
"Abyssinia and other places"
Same old dark horse, eh?
Come and have a drink. Either
they mix them we'll here, or Cairo
gives me a better thirst than Alex
andrla.'
81 might as well ask you the
same question. Why are you here?"
Business for HE, and the love
of lady,"
81 see"
"You do not" Michael responded
gloomily. 'What'll you have?" He
ordered their drinks. mo. | was
a fool to come. and I'm leaving
soon. Wish I'd done the whole
business over the telephone"
"Td like to see the girl who can
cast you into such dependence.
You look almost sober"
Trouble is that when / tell my
self there are plenty Of others it
doesn't work. There aren't any
IKE her.
Tony laughed at him.
81 should like to see this
unique" Tony stopped. He
was staring. But Michael had not
noticed.
"Talk Of an angel-there she is
Just coming in through the door.
with her hat in her hands Looks
as if she were in hurry, so lwont
stop her. News for the gang, BY
the look of her. In a minut you'll
see them all come tumbling out OF
the elevator. She's a very we'll
known young woman. You've
probably heard of her; heard some
Of the legends about her. Petrol
Mallone?"
Tony Lance answered casually:
II don't think so. What kind OF
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