Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, August 27, 1921, Page 8

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A native orchestra played from a balcony of heavily carved wood that stretched across one end cf the room, and behind a lattice beneath it shone the bright eyes of Immen’s wife, who was politely supposed to have already departed for Alexandria, but who in reality was looking with wonder and misgivings upon the bold women, with naked faces and shoulders, who sat at her husband's side, and talked to him without waiting for him to give them leave. Miss Page and her family had been spending the winter in Cairo, and were to leaye in the week. The hot weather, or what passes for hot weather in Cairo, had arrived, and the last of Cook’s dahabeahs waz hurrying back down the Nile, and a few of the court had already gone to Alexandria, and in two weeks the Khedive would follow. It had been a delightful winter, and Helen Page had’ enjoyed it in what was to her a new way. She had reached that stage when everything in life has found its true value. There was for her no more marking up or marking down. If it would not sell for that it should not leave her, or if it cost,so much it was not work seeking after, and she let it go. She still enjoyed dances and functions; but the dances had to be very well done, and the functions had to come in the natural order of things.. She knew what bored her and what amused her, and she knew the worth of a cabinet minister's con- yersation and the value of a few words from royalty, and of a day with her brother hunting for bargains in the bazaars. She had arrived. She left the officers of the Army of Occupation to her sister, who was just out, and of that ‘age when the man who leads the cotillon was of much more immediate importance than the gentleman with the star on his coat, who could tell her sister when the Italians would move over the Alps, or the tall senators in Washington who related such amus- ing stories and who told things to Helen of such importance that she would sit with her eyes cast down so that people might not see how in- terested she was. So it happened oc- casionally when Helen and her good- looking brother were treasure-hunt- ing’on the Mouski that they would have to jump out of the way of a yellow outrunner in black and gold and see their sister roll by seated high in a cart with an Arabian pony in the shafts and an English subaltern at her side. Once when this happened her brother looked after the cart with a smile, and said, indulgently and with “that tolerance for youth which only a Harvard Junior can feel: “Wouldn't you like to be as young as that, Helen?” His sister exclaimed, indignantly:_ “Well, upon my word! And how old do you suppose I am?” “I don’t know,” the brother an- swered, unabashed. “The last time I asked you, you were nineteen. That was years ago.” “Only four years. me so very old?” “But you've seen such a lot, and you've been around so much and all that,” he argued. “That's what makes people old. Helen, don’t you ever intend to get married?” “Never,” said the sister. “I am going to live with you, and keep you from falling in love with a nicer girl than myself, and we will promise each other never to marry, but just to go about like this always, and ex- plore places and have adventures.” Young Page laughed indulgently. “Very well,” he said. He had had hopes at one time that his sister ‘The man who sat on Miss Page's left at Immen Pasha’s dinner was would take a fancy to his room-mate, who played next to him on the foot- ball eleven; but that gentleman had never really appreciated her, although he had once said that her photograph was the finest thing he had ever seen. Ho used to stand in front of it when he was filling his pipe and survey it Does that make and Page had considered this a very good sign. It was after this that the announcement in the papers of his sister’s engagement to a young English duke had made her brother wonder if that perhaps would not be even a better thing for him, as it would give him such grand oppor- tunities for shooting over his brother- in-law’s preserves. And from that time on he rather discouraged his room-mate in cherishing secret hopes. He had not hear of the young Englishman lately, so he inquired, |Jocosely and with what he considered rare discretion and subtlety: “If you were-to marry a duke, Helen, should I still call you just plain Helen, or would you make me say ‘Your Grace,’ as the servants do?” Helen stopped, ankle-deep in the mud of the bazaars, and surveyed him with such evident amusement that he laughed in some embarrass- ment. “You could never truthfully call me plain Helen,’ Ted,” she said, “and you will never have the chance to call me the other thing.” “Oh!” said Her brother, “that’s how it is, is it?” “Yes, that’s how it is,” his sister echoed him. Prince Panine, the Russian First Secretary. He had know Miss Page in Washington when he was an at- tache of the Russian legation there, and had been bold enough to ask her to marry him. When she declined to do so, he told it hardly, and said/ junpleasant things about her, which,} lin time, came back to her. She bore! tim no ill-will for this; but he did not appeal to her as a delightful din- ners companion. It was different with the Russian, for it was his pride that had been hurt by her refusal |rather than his heart, and he thought this the sweet moment of his re- venge. He could now show the woman who had refused\him when he was an insignificant attache that it was the prospective head of a pow- erful and noble Russian family and |@ possible ambassador that she had overlooked. He felt the value cf the situation jkeenly. It inspired him as a good part inspires the actor, and he smiled at his own thoughts, and twisted his pointed beard, aud bridled and bowed his head like a pretty woman. Miss Page at first did not notice him at all. She was intent on what Immen was telling her of some extravagance of Ismail Pasha’s, in whose cabinet he had served; but when he had ceased, meekly, | |and turned with a sigh to the English matron, Miss Page moved in her chair, and surveyed Panine with smiling good-nature, “It is very nice to see you again,” she gaid, comfortably; “but they tell me, Prince, that you are such a dan- gerous personage now. I am really rather afraid of you.” The Russian bowed his head and smiled grimly. “You did not find me dangerous once,” he said. But she looked past him, and con- tinued as though he had not spoken. “I never thought you would take the service so seriously,” she went on. “Why, you will be a minister very soon now, shall you not?” Panine looked at her sternly, as though he was in doubt as to her being serious. “Some one has told you?” he asked, frowning. “No,” she said, lightly. about time, is it not? you in Washington? tary, I think?” “It is not a matter of years,” the Russian answered, stiMy—‘tat least; it is not so with some men. It is true I am still a secretary, but our chief has been away, and—what is it that you have for a proverb—‘when the cat’s away the mice’—eh?"” He lifted his eyebrows, and then glanced quickly up and down the length of the table, as though to give her the im- pression that he was fearful of hay- ing been overheard. Miss Page did not apparently notice this by-play. She laughed, and then interrupted herself to listen to something that was being said across the table before she answered him. “So,” she said, “you have, been plotting and conspiring again, have you, and we are to have a crisis? You are all just alike.” She laughed indulgently. “It is so absurd,” she said. Panine’s frown was quite genuine now. “Ah, so,” he said, with mock- ing politeness, ou think it absurd? You relieve me,” he added. “I had feared perhaps you had learned some- thing. Even the most experienced in our service is sometimes indiscreet, when it is a beautiful woman to whom he talks.” Her eyes closed for an instant, which was a trick they had when she was annoyed or bored, and she turned to Immen with a smile. The Russian sipped deeply from his glass and scowled. He felt that he was not making that sort of an impression which the situation should have called forth. seem to appreciate what she had given up. Miss Page turned to him again. “We are to have a ning,” she said Immen is going to have in to do his tricks for u: “The mind-reader?” “Yes. Have you ever seen him?” Panine answered, in the tone of one who is tolerant of the amuse- ments of others, that he had seen the fellow once when he had performed before the King of Greece. ' “He made us all look rather ridiculous and un- | dignified,” he said. “I do not think that I like the court jester of mod-} ern times,” “You must be very careful,” Miss “But it is What were Second Secre- H Bannerman The girl did not yet; jof your secrets, and then we will know what mischief you have been—” “I beg your pardon interrupted the Russian, quickly. warning glance. you,” he explained. The girl tossed her head with a shrug of impatience. ‘‘Quelle pose!” she said. “Why are you not amus- ing, as you used to be? Are you al- ways mysterious now? And w! are-you Russians going to embrace France, and how soon will your fleet be in the Bosporus, and do you still draw little maps of Constantinople on the back- of your visiting-cards? Oh, it is such an old, old story.” “Just as you say,” replied Panine, without showing any sense of injury. “It fs an old story; it is like the shepherd-boy who kept calling that the wolf was coming, is it not?" “Exactly,” consented the girl, “ex- cept that the Russian specimen of wolfhound never comes.” Panine smiled and nodded his head. “Do you know something, Miss Page?” he said. “You should have been a secret service. You should have been a diplomat.” “I don’t think I like that,” said the girl, slowly, “though you probably imeant that I should. Why?" “Because the methods you adopt im finding out what you wish to know are the ones which will make you sure to learn. Make little of an- other’s secret, Miss Page, or of an- other’s knowledge, and he is sure to tell you what he knows, because he is piqued and wishes to show you how important it is or how important he is.” “My dear Prince,” said the girl, patiently, ‘I have not the least desire to know “your secrets. I have *no ‘methods.’ trying to find out anything. yourself entirety too He gave her a ‘They will hear Even if you had a secret, it would make me most uncomfortable if I thought you had it about you, and especially if I imagined you intended to let it escape.” “You treat me this way,” said the Russian, quickly, and lowering his voice, “because you still even now look at me as a boy. You think that I have been doing nothing these five years; that I am still copying de- spatches and translating reports. But that is past. I send despatches my- self now, and in a -short time my government and every government will know that I have not been idle. What I am doing now will be the talk of the whole diplomatic w # 1d.” The man leaned forward and poured out his words in a low and intense whispér. He was mortified, intense whisper. “There are those here at this table,” continued Panine, with his eyes bent on his plate, “who ure in |danger. In a week, in a day, the |erisis at which you laugh will come, and some of those who are here to- night will not dime with us again.” Miss Page considered that it was now quite time for him to stop. “I had no idea you were serious,” she said, haughtily. ‘Who gave you the tight to confide in me?”’ She turned for relief to Immen, but he was deep in conversation with his neighbor, so she became silent, and interested herself in the dish “Do you know what this iked Panine, in a lighter have been studying very hard since I: have been here, but I never seem to learn the names of anything useful.” Panine was biting at his finger- nail. He had worked himself up into @ fever of excitement. For months his thoughts had been on one theme, <7 RS VEZ Popa critically, with his head on one side, | Page laughed, “or he will read all|/and in working out what was to be for him a great coup, which was to lace him at the head of a ‘legation and cover his coat with French and Russian orders. He could think of nothing else, and he could not now contain hiniself. “You know the situation here, went on, anxiously, as though she had not previously checked him. it is three to one, if you went less with your English friends, and saw more of us, you would feel less.confident, you would have less of their arro- gance and intolerance of the enemy. It ts not wise to despise an enemy. What would you think if the Dual Control, which is not a Dual Con- trol, should be revived, but with this important difference, that it shall be France and Russia, and not France and England, who are to guide the future of these Egyptians?” Miss Page glanced with a smile down the table to where the English Consul-General sat, large, broad- shouldered, and aggressive-looking evén over his sweetmeats. He caught her eye, and smiled pleasantly. “That is not a very thrilling idea,” she said. “It seems to me it has been in the air for some time. Not that I follow polities at all,” she added, quickly, “but every one knows that; it fs certainly not new.” ” he “The idea, no; but the ¢arrying out of it, yer said the Russian. He leaned forward and towards her. quickly, and_before she could draw her head away had whispered to her a few words in English, witch was the safest tongue he could have used in that company. Then he drew back, his eyes brilliant with triumph and excitement and noted the effect of his words. The girl’s face had paled, and her I am quite innocent of|eyes were wide open, as though she You do} had seen something that shocked her, much honor.|and she even made a movement as Soushbaees though she would push back her chair and leave the table. But as the color came to her cheeks her self- Dossession returned to her, and she bent her body forward and said across the table to one of the English women opposite: “I hear you:are going to sail with us next week. That will be very nice. I hope it will be smooth between here and Brindisi.” Panine exclaimed under his breath, and whispered something ~ between his fingers as he twisted them in his pointed beard. . There were many people at the re- ception which followed the dinner; wise-looking judges of the Mixed Courts and their wives and native princes, secretaries of the many diplomatic agencies, and an abun- dance of scarlet mess jackets on officers of the Army of Occupation. They outshone even the women in the brilliancy of their apparel, with their broad bands of gold braid and rows fot tiny brass buttons. They outshone the men, too, in the ruddy tan. of their faces, burned by the sun of the Soudan and roughened by the fine sand of the desert. Bannerman, the English mind- reader, busied himself in selecting a committee, and the others seated themselves on the divans around the room and discussed the self-possessed young woman with the yellow-dyed hair who served as the mind-reader’s assistant, and to whom he referred as “‘my ward.” é Bannerman showed how some one else had stabbed the Austrian Min- ister-in the back with a paper-knife, after first having discovered it hidden in a pot of palms in the garden. And his assistant, at his command, de- scribed rings and coins ard pocket- ~ Copyright, 1921, by The Wheeler Newspaper Syndicate, SS Pieces held up before her blindfolded| Page turned her head.sharply, and | were Ustening and waiting for further eyes. Then Bannerman read bers on an English bank-note, chalk- the nuni-| | ed at him inquiringly as though | instruction. had already sddressed her. He Bannerman glanced past her to the ing them out on a blackboard, and/stood immediately before her and/writing on the board. He turned his rearranged groups and tableaux| bowed. which had been previously stage- managed and separated during his absence from the room. He was ex- tremely, easy and clever, and smiled an offensively humble smile as exhibition was rewarded by enthusi- astic approbation. “The best test I could possibly sub-|Bothing had interrupted them. mit to you,” said Bannerman, “and one which would show you that there is no coljusion between myself and my assistant, is one that I call ‘The writing on the wall.’ I will take any one you please to select as my sub- ject, and make him or her write a sentence on this blackboard in a lan- guage which he or she does not un- derstand. I will not dictate what the bject writes, I simply claim to be able to niake ‘him write it in a lan- guage which he does not know. If I can do this, -you must admit that I have the power to will another, to read what is in my mind, just as I am able to read what is in his mind. I think that is the just conclusion. I act in the test simply as a translator. The subject thinks of a sentence or phrase, and I translate it in my own mind, apd force him by will-power alone to writ it in a Tanguage with which he is absolutely unfamiliar. All I ask is that I may be allowed to blindfold whoever assists me in this, in order that,he may not have his attention distracted, and to be al- lowed to hold his hand.” “Will you please say that all over again?” commanded Colonel Royce. Bannerman explained his test once more, and there was a general murmur of incredulity and of »whis- pered persiflage on ‘the part of the subalterns, “If he can make you writ three each “Thank you, no,” she said. face to the audience, without losing “Will you be so good as to assist;his hold on the girl's finger-tips, and me in this?” he asked. transl ale . “id Miss Page shook her head slightly. }There She turned to her friend and began speaking with her dain as though |tion but that the sentence, 80 far, ind-reader made no second effort to |¥5 m the most correct = anarea fr, neither did he mo “He has established what he claims away, but stood perfectly still, look-|to do already,” whispered Hoftmeyer ing at her curiously and fixedly. The|Bey to Bannerman’s ward. The girl man took courage from the silence in|nodded her head. Her lips were the room, which showed him that his|parted, and she -was breathing choice had been a popular one, and | quickly. ; the girl whose money and beauty and} The chalk moved again, hesitated. brains had in their different fashion/and stopped. The mind-reader read interested different people was a per-jover to himself what was written. sonage of whom they wished to see|There was.a strange look on his face more in a new part. Even Immen|which told nothing, but there was himself stood aside now; he, too, was |something deprecatory In his tone as curious to see how she would acquit/he said aloud, “His Excellency, the herself. British Minister- “Come,” said the man, in a low) There was a movement In the sur- tone. The girl stared at him in sur-jrounding circle as though they had prise and drew back. each felt that the affair had taken on She turned to Immen. “What does/a more intimate and personal com- he want with me?” she said. plexion. And though each assured “It is nothing, madam,” wnswered | himself that what was to follow was Bannerman, quickly, before the older|but a compliment from the English man could speak to her; “merely to|showman to the English lord, there write a sentence on the blackboard. Fas something so uneasy in the man- Anything that comes into your head |her of the mind-reader that the fancy and I shall will you to write it|/of each took alarm, and the interest in any language I please.” of all bécame deeply engaged. The girl's face Wore a troubled, The girl still stood trancelike and puzzled look, and instead of turning|with bowed head, while her arm her eyes away, she continued staring | moyed across the black surface of the at the man as though she were’trying | board, but in the bearing of the mind- to recollect whether she had ever|reader there was the dismay of one seen him before. who finds the matter In hand grow- He drew away from her slowly,|ing beyond his control, and with this and with his eyes still fixed on hers.jthere was the touch of fear. It was “You will assist mé,” he said. And/in a tone so low that it barely pene- this time it was not in a tone of in-| trated the length of the room that he words in correct French, Ted,” said | QUiry that he spoke, but of command.|read the broken phrase which. fol- his younger sister,” “I'l! believe he's a spook."’ SPrereRTs L ill you be so good to assist me in this?” he asked. The English Minister turned {o his American confrere with a smile. “That sounds rather interesting,” he said. ‘How will-he do it?” The American was sitting with his lips puckered and with his eyes half closed. “I was just trying to think,” he said, doubtfully. “Of course it is a.trick. I don’t believe in thought transference myself.- He either moves his assistant’s hand, and makes him think that he is dcing it himself when he is not, or the asistant does what the little boy did. There is no other way.” “What did the little boy do? Is that an American story?” said the Englishman, smiling. “Oh, the little boy lied,” explained the Consul-General. - Bannerman stood in the centre of the room, weighing a broad silk scarf in his hands. “There is too much light for my purpose,” he said; “it Prevents my concentrating my thoughts. Would you mind having two or three of those lamps placed outside, if you please? Thank you.’ The lamps were carried out, and the room was now left in an appro- priate half-light, which’came myster!- ously from under red globes. There was an interested silence. Bannerman stood weighing the handkerchief in the palms of his hands and. glancing slowly around the surrounding rows of faces. His eyes rested finally on the farther cor- ner, where Helen Page sat in an al- cove with the English woman who was to sail with her the week follow- ing. They were whispering together busily, and Immen Pasha had turned his shoulder to them so that they might speak the more freely. Ban- nerman walked directly towards them without speaking or making ony sound, but as he came forward Miss The girl rose suddenly, and stood |lowed—"visits the opera to-morrow uncertainly, looking around the room as though to test its feeling towards her. She saw the Englisly Minister (as that Consul-General was called by courtesy) smiling at her encour- agingly, she saw Panine in a door- way, posed against the red curtains, scowling to himself, and she- saw her brother and sister, surrounded by a full staff of scarlet jackets, enjoying her discomfiture. She took a step back as though to resume her place in the alcove, but the mind-reader put out his hand, and she, to the sur- prise of all, took it, staring at him as she did so, as though to read in his face how he had been able to make her give it to him. “You understand French,” of course,” the man said, in_a low tone, but the room was so still now that every one could hear. The girl nodded, without taking her eyes from his. “And Italian—yes; and German | —yes; and a little Spanish—perhaps +yes—no? Is that all?’’ ‘The gin nodded again. ‘“Wery good. Arabic.” The Egyptians and the English looked at each other and smiled, but the tone of the man was so full of confidence that their faces filled again with intent interest. Carefully and deftly Bannermann drew the silk scarf across the girl’s forehead, but she raised her hands and unwound it and dropped it on the floor. “I will not be blindfolded,” she said. “I can keep my eyes closed,| without it.” “Humph!” commented a subaltern, He made a grimace as though he had tasted something unpleasant. “What is it?” asked the next man. “Did you see a ghost?” “Yes; an enlisted man we shot in Burmah. He did the same thing. It reminded me of it.” . “She does take it rather seriously,” whispered the other. ie blackboard hung like a_cur- tain at one end of the room. There was no light near it, and it formed a black background against which Helen Page’s figure and head stood out distinctly. She was a very beauti- ful woman, with great masses of black hair, which she wore back from her forehead. Her face was lovely rather than classic, and typically American in its frank confid>nce of her own innocence and of others You shall write in night—" he said. As he pronounced) these words there was a sudden movement in t! circle about him, coming from no o: person, and so apparent in its significance that each looked furtively at his nelghbor, and dropped his eyes, or turned them anxiously towards the blackboard. Bannerman raised his body, and straightened himself as though he was about to speak further, but the scratching and tap- ping of the chalk upon the board. {n- terrupted him, and he dropped his head. It was as though he did not wish to see the completion of his work. The voice of the young American Minister from the back of the room broke the tense stillness of the moment. He gave a long indrawn sigh of appreciation, ‘‘Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upharsin,” he quoted mock- ingly. “Silence!” Hoffmeyer Bey com- manded,; half rising from the divan. And the silence he commanded an- - swered him. The air of the room seemed charged with electircity. It Was as though every one present wero part of a huge battery; but no 6no moved. The scratching on the board ceased. The girl's arm. dropped to her side, and the chalk fell and°broke upon the floor, Bannerman raised his eyes and read the completed phrase in a voice in which fear and certain exultation were strangely blended. r “His Excellency the British Min- ister,” he translated, “visits the opera Tegeta night at the risk of his 0.” oe His voice died away as though afraid of its own daring, and there was complete stillness. Then Immen Pasha stepped quickly into the centre of the room. “Bring back those lights,”, he commanded. He strode hastily to where the mind- reader stood, picking up the scarf Miss Page had dropped upon the floor as he did so, and drawing™t across the surface of the board. Miss Page opened her eyes, and closed them again as though they were heavy with sleep, She shivered slightly like one awakening, and ran her left hand up and down her other arm. Immen Pasfa’s movements as he swept the board caused her to raise her head, and her interest seemed to awaken. towards her, and in its cleverness. She wore a gown of black satin, coy- ered with tiny glittering spangles, that fitted her figure closely, leaving! her arms and shoulders bare, * But the costume fitted the moment with peculiar appropriateness, and as the girl raiser her bare arm to write, she looked like a blind prophetess or a beautiful witch, who might trans- form them all into four-footed ani- mals. She appeared so well standing in outlime against the background with the lights playing over the spangles, that both the men and women present were more. intent upon her than upon what she was about to do. Bannerman congratu- lated himself on his good fortune. He ‘was enough of a showman to feel the effect she had’ produced, and, like a clever stage-manager, left to her the centre of the stage, while he kept his own person in the background of the picture. We “Are you ready?” he asked. The girl's left arm hung straight at her side, with the palm turned out so that the tips of her fingers touched those of the mind-reader as he stood with bowed head behind her. Miss Page moved her right hand slightly in assent. } And then, as though some subtle contact had been established between them: by which the two individual minds moved in common, her right arm raised itself, and she began to Brope across the board with a piece of chalk as though to find the start- ing-point. Her hand stopped high above her head, and the chalk scratched on the board and left be- hind it a queer jumble of Arabic fig- ures. The arm rested in mid-air, and the girl's face, with her eyes still closed bowed itself, as though she! TEN Soy ISS JORG CASS WEEN SO é2 <= — SS SASS IES > SS ; “Oh, how curious!" I write that?” The sound of her voice seemed_to set free a spell that had been put upon the room, and there was.a sud- den chorus of nervous laughter and of general exclamation, above which could be heard the voice of the Brit- ish Minister, saying: “No; he was before my time; but I remember Maskelyne and Cook at their place in Piecadilly, and they were most amusing. They, used. to—” The boyish fates of the English subalterns had grown masklike and she said. “Did expressionless. -Immen Pasha pushed. © his way hurriedly to the side of the English Minister’s wife. t “There is a supper,” he said, bow- ing gravely. ‘It has been awaiting us some time. Will you allow me?” The English woman smiled dis- tantly, and fluttered her fan. “It {: ‘io Jate,” she said, “I am afraid shall have to ask you to let us go. Through the open windows of the street below could be heard:the volees of the servants calling for the British Minister's carriage, and it seemed to be for all an alarming signal of de- parture. So hastily did they make their adieux that it seemed as though gach one feared te be left among the Young Page overtook Prince. Panine as the latter was hurrying on towards the Khedival Club. “Going “he asked. “T say," hat a shame it broke Immen had a fine sup- per for us, and I'am hungry. Helen and that.mind-reading chap spoiled the whole evening between them.” Panine turned his head and sur- veyed his young companion in the darkness. ‘‘Yes,"" he said, “between them they spoiled several things.” 4 S) SSeS Pe ae A ir Ss yA a ea) Las = 3S SF SSS i Ww. Nae CA ye ys V Se ZS ae ———— Fn oi Sai isn pase AAS SS ai mies SE rs ZAR — SS SS = Ss ra SS ‘S