Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, November 20, 1922, Page 8

WUMIELV ILice 4/7 AY syour zx ows r ale en Pe wee ONSIEUR JONQUELLE, the Prefect of Police of Paris,| told this story. We @eck of his] Mediterranean the coast a tance. We had been talking of tha: ngiishman whos. him Sir Henry” in the name of Paris pre- The Prefect of Polt sented the story as @ detached tale of a teller in a bazaar of Cairo. Ani Ustened with my eyts closed, cool deck, moved y xvrells. F love story famous Englishman wh mystery and died in orth from the evard Moham- mger young, the saddle, and to the distant eye, he was hard and lean Ike a hunter in condition, but his face discolored by wind and sun, in Tepose, was tired. It was an unusual fact, seamed antl crossed with lines, the mouth firm, almost harsh, with the muscles developed along the jaw But tt was not thes» features that im The man who rode citadel, along th: med All, was no He sat firmly pressed one. It was the man's extraordinary eyes. They were Iarge and set apart. The color y eaw—a dark of certain rem sky. The man an expression at once and menace. He rode a gray Glothke were evidently uct of a Bond street tail Arab, ard his @ best prod Ive Gays and nights in the saddle. ‘The man felt old and tired. ‘The vast, eternal unchanging aspect of Egypt oppressed him. Here all hu man effort semed equally futile. Here, as in India, one grew only old and accomplished nothing. And, on this evening, he felt acutely the menace of Egypt. England had only extended fingers | color, south | every ning on this great desert into impenetrable m only the peace of t behind the tndolence. ignation of these desert peoples, there | seemed to He a vast, inherent hatred} of the invad never lessened. and that waited always with an ua falling patience, skulked in the distan seemed to approach—to be at Perhaps what the man kn this impression. The whole world of Islam was uneasy. Shw had been 4 apolied in Turkey and shamed. She felt that weak rulers, for gain or the lore of life, held her in leash when she ought to have been loosened With @ great shout to a holy war. The hehds of Islam were quiet, but the tribes were restless. England, feeling always with her @elicate antennae, knew this and, al. ‘ways wise, moved first. She had withdrawn this man from India and went him here to set the butt of the Lee-Endfield a little firmer in the sand south toward Khartum. He had a fortnight in Cairo before he took up this tremendous labor, and he used it to be free, to be alone, to ride when he liked without an orderly always at his heels, It was great honor that England 4i4 him. He might, in the end, be- come Viceroy of India cr Sirdar of Egypt. But, on this evening he was impressed with the value of what he paid—his youth had been required of him, When he should come up out of this desert he would be old. And what had be got—what would he get out of these great honors? The man rode slowly, holding the nervous Arab in. The strange, in- congruous current of the city passed him, but he was thinking of“some- thing else, and he gave it no atten- tion, There was another thing, He mused vaguely. He had seen on this very day, in. the shade of a magnifi- cent flowering vine, a young soldier and an English girl. They were sit- ting on a bench; neither moved, and only thelr hands touched. They did not speak, and yet their faces were Uke the faces of angels. This was a thing that he ha# al- ways hated. It was not the enemy in the front tha tthreatened the army, it was these loving creatures in the rear. Ruthless and determined, he had set his face against it. The army should be celibate. And he had bro- ken and elbowed out the men who would encumber themsel¥es with a loving heart. ‘Well, he had lived by the rue him- self! There had been no woman about him on the frontiers of the Empire!|Story of this woman and the creature ‘When he came, now and then, to Lon- on, the current of life in which they moved failed to touch him. They were creatures apart. He knew of them only what ap- peared before the eye. And, while ne gaw the beauty which they assembled, he saw also the thousand follies that seemed to give them pleasure, and he wondered in what mysterious charm lay their appalling influence on his poldiers. And on this evening, alone in this mysterious city, he began to be as- sailed by a curious consuming wonder. He began to doubt the value of the one thing that he had gotten out of life. What was this other thing that gave an ignorant soldier and a com. mon houseraid, motionless and silent in the shadows of a flowering vine, the faces of the angels? What did this mysterious word mean that men used to designate this thing? He knew what the love of life was, for he had seen every mort of creature fight desperately to Ive; and he knew the love of gain and the love of power, But men, all men, every where, imperiled and abandoned thease things for the love of women, and is, mind retcmed to its ro | flection, with dle interest he jwatched tho strange® half-naked. primeval creatures tnat appeared, te-! juing out of the vasr limitless ocean of sand that ley endlessly to the! they did it with no doubt, like oze PAGE EIGHT. Triumphs oF Qa ob B| LAUGHTER OF ALLAH jass for a jewel? There was no virt who trades He reflected in the thing t for which he traded away his thus to transfigure the human face. nd when he should come up out of this great Geert south toward Khar tum, he would be old! Buddenty he realized that the horse; could not go on, and that he was con trolling {t with difficulty, He had traversed the © Muski, skirted the Pace Esbekiya was about to cross/ the Kamel Pasha, that short boule- vard entering the Place Esbel from the north, when @ procession} stopped him. j The sacred carpet had arrivet from y| Mecca, The streets before him were/ the whole} gorged with HF = RELIAZED THE THAT | SEC SOT GO ON. we. He rede|HORSE COULD NOT GO ON like a soldier—ilke one accustomed tolorgy of these native ceremonies, with and their riot of sound and color, their vast me from the waste p) For a moment proved the precat English author! troops thrown in, e and there, divide the tribes and the horde of ne tives that surged along with every and. with every sort of cry, and extravagant gesture. | He approved too, the diplomacy t gave these regiments a gala air with the as though hey riv in doing hor in fact they land the Then south, from tribes, old and unchanged since the days of Abraham— reatures | from the uncharted deeps of the sa-| hara, naked and subsisting like the Raptist. What lay far off there in the dead cities of this sand-swept wilderness whence came these mad men, gaunt, covered with hair, and infinitely ol, no human creature could say. Per. haps the magician and the wizard of old ‘times lived on there. And there In ancient tombs, in honeycom walls sifting full of sand, in st: wiiderness oternaly dead old wise men abo. cient formulas t able course of na! aside. he an, which the tnexor- ‘© could be turned Perhaps they maintained there to this day that mysterious power which the sacred books of all religicns agree that certain dread members of the| Taco possessed in the morning of the| world, And the streaming horde, with its cries and colors, slashed and inter. sected by smart European regiments. | mingling the drum and the Highland | pipe with the wallings of the desert, | became a thing unreal—a fantastic | background for thet other mystery that ro profoundly disturbed the man, And) while he sat in the saddle look- ing down at these wild people of the desert, another looked down at him. A woman, accompanied by the resi- ent doctor and a. maid, entered the English hotel on the other side of the square, crossed the foyer and got into the lift, As she passed, a-tittle dapper man, bald, dressed like a tailor’s print, and with the air of one who is a so cial register, spoke to his compantons| pouring @ cup of tea at a table by| the wall. “That's Nelly Landsear—used to be} & famous southern beauty in the! States. Jove! She's gone to pleces!| Had a devil of a life? Married Bristed Ames—dirty little beast! My word, she was a wonder once! Looks fifty today." And he began to tell the dramatic that she had married, the story of a tireless effort to keep a weakling on his feet, to make a man of him. The story ‘er again of Daude’s “Kings in Exile. 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