The Skyland post. [volume] (West Jefferson, N.C.) 193?-1988, 1941-08-28

as excitement that his attention
flatters you, that danger intrigues
you"
Really"
cts true. You like being near
the edge of disaster. In the United
States girls are accustomed to
having their own way, to ruling
their men by flattery, and they
play the game to win. But in Tur-
kish countries it's not the same
thing. A woman is less than a
man. A girl can't play with men
in Moslem countries as she does
in the United States" I can't per-
nit you to go any further in this
affair with Hassan."
She frowned angrily. Permit!
don't like that word, Ronnie
Barker. You don't want my
friendship with Hassan 1sar.
WelP'-she shrugged-"1 do want
it. Even if I'd never met you I'd
want it. I'm very fond of Hassan.
1 began by trying to do you a SER
He's always kind and considerable.
vice. Now I intend to cultivate
Hassan's friendship whether 1 do
you a service or not"
"Camilla!"
He paused abruptly and she
never learned what he was going
to say. For sounds of connection
came through the door of Amazi-
abs fruit stall, voices raised in
anger and the sounds of blows.
Ronnie ran to the door and
peered out at a scene of wreck
age and turmoil where Arabs,
Jews and blacks surged around
the tall figure CT Slim McManus
who, bareheaded, was pushing
and striking right and left at the
antagonists, one of whom had
clambered on his back in the
hope of pulling him to the ground.
Finally, as Ronald Barker rushed
past the frightened Amaziah and
his scattered oranges, a momen-
tary diversion took place as two
British constables in neat blue
uniforms came hurrying down the
steps. By this time Slim was wip-
ing the blood from his face, ready
to aim blow at the figure who
rushed out of Amaziah's doorway
toward him.
STEADY on there, SLIM" came
Ali Afdal's voice in English. I'm
Ronald Barker" Slim was so as
tonished at this familiar voice
from a native costume that he
stood staring, unable to say
word.
Meanwhile a larger crowd hao
gathered again at the right of the
constables, peering from every
window and doorway, voices anc
hands raised in angry protest.
'Let me co." whispered Ali AT
dial to the constable in English
and added something that made
the man comply at once.
my oranges!" walled Amaziah
Slim grinned. keep your shir'
on Toots," he said, taking out his
wallet. ''I'll buy your oranges, il
you'll stop making a noise" HI
handed the man a pound note anc
the wailing ceased.
you're Americana" the con
stable asked. ''What are you doing
here?"
''Just seeing the sights"
"What started the trouble?"
"Well, you might say it was ;
young man in a white linen sui
and tarboosh. He tried to ge
familiar with the young lady
was with and I may have jostlec
him a bit"
''Where is he now"
Slim peered over the heads o.
the crowd. 'Seems to have gone
do you know who he was?"
'Never saw him before. But
can't have anyone insult my CIR
friend. You wouldn't stand fol
that, now would you, constable?'
The constable pulled at hi
small mustache and agreed tina
he wouldn't. ''Well, you'd better
take your girl friend back to the
hotel and we'll forget it."
Thanks, old man. ''Tll do the
same for you some day." Slim
looked around for Ali Afdal bu
he, also, had disappeared.
(TO Be COntinued)