The Waterbury Democrat., 1943-08-04
LINCOLN AND RAOUL CHAPTER XXVI
Lincoln's thoughts raced.

LlnCOlnS $ thoughts raced.
 No, no - he could not kill Raoul. Raoul, his half-brother, of whom he had always been so fond, to whom he had looked up during childhood days. Raoul who had sinned - sure enough but, too, had been sinned against, by his stepfather's harsh, puritanical refusal to help.
 Years had passed And some thing had happened to Raoul. Something had warped his soul. This something, in its ultimate effect, was of dreadful danger to the cause of the United Nations
 No, no, no! He could not kill There must be another way - and all at once, he found it.
 Listen, Raoul!" he said. T shall tell the dervishes precisely who you are. I shall tell them that you're not Moslem, a de- scendant of the Prophet Moham- med. inspired by Allah, but" con- temptuously, "a renegade Chris tion who hates his own people for decidedly unsavory and selfish reasons. And what will happen then? Let me tell you! Your whole house of cards will col lapse !.
 And we'll both be killed"
 T don't mind, where I'm con- cerned. At least, not enough to keep me from ."
 'The dervishes,' interrupted Raoul, may not believe you"
 Wont they, thought
 Go ahead! Talk to them! I dare you!''
 How like the old Raoul in schoolboy days-thought Lincoln with his: T dare you!"
 Aloud he said:
 I'm not bluffing But you are. I'll give you a choice. Either somehow and I've no idea how you'll do it, maybe by putting it on some sort of spiritual, passive resistance basis you'll give up this conspiracy and persuade the dervishes to go home peacefully. or I'll step out of the tent right and and spill the beans. And then curtains for both of us"
 Lincoln hadn't finished. But cur tains, too, for your fantastic plan of revenge. For you know, as I do, that a conspiracy like this, built upon the fanatical faith of a mob in one single man - why - the slightest whisper of doubt will blow 1t straight to hell"
 Raoul stared at Lincoln For a long time he did not speak. Then he inclined his head.
 You win," he said duly, 'and I lose" He went on: You know you're the sort of man would hate. If we hadn't the same mother. You stand for all the un- imaginative obstinacy, all the-oh stiff Reviewing to duty which despise about the Occident, about Christianity"
 "Yet you were born a French man and brought up as a Chris tian.
 Don't waste time,' sneered the other, and effort by trying to play on my sentimentality. I'm no a milk-sop romanticist. But funny!-you are, in spite of your hard-headedness."
 So are you. Or you would never have dreamed up this fabu- lous dream of revenge" He stepped up close to Raoul. What will you do mean, in teh fu- ture?"
 What" bitterly, do you care?"
 T care very much. I am deeply fond of you - in spite of every thing. I" = little embarrassed - T suppose it's no use trying to help you out - oh - what a bit of money?"
 Marvellous psychological" was sardonic rejoinder.
 "Cne thing, though, can do for you. Of course I'll have to make some sort of confidential report to account for my absence. But I'll never dtvulge who you are.'
 ITO save the honor of my name LOT of yours?"
 Not quite fair. Raoul."