Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, November 21, 1922, Page 10

PAGE EIGHT. Griumphs OF My | BARNEY GOOGLE-lt't Enough to Make Bane y “*Co-Co! M.Jonquelle by_MEtviiie Davisson Post CPO 2a Rah ee THE LAUGHTER OF ALLAH. Begin Here Today. M. JONQUELLE, greatest of French Getectives, tells this story of a strange and famous Englishman ané tells it without giving the man’s name. But the conqueror of the Soudan, who Iater met his @eath so tragically in the North Sea, was known to all Tt was the love story of the man who lived and died tn mystery. The great man was riding through Cairo, his thoughts on native troubles in Khartoun. Suddenly he noticed a white woman accompanied by the resident doctor anc her maid, enter @ hotel. He learned she was once a great beauty In the United States who had been unhappily married. She looked exhausted and in her face one read the tragedy of failure. Ge On With the Story. CHAPTER Il. EANWHILE, the doctor aft ter 2 werd of direction, left the woman at the sec «md floor, and she entered her apartment with the maid. She took her her hat, went to the window and sa: cown. She leaned on her elbows, looking out, her face in her hands, her heavy hair falling over her thin blue-veined fing ers. The maid came with excited re. monstrance. Madame must go at ‘-I—- D-D-DIDN'T— “¥-T-TELt You -To - 8-BE-BET-ON- ko-Ko) Koko Mo pe itl, he thought, for the lines of her slim figure were not yet rounded out. It was amazingly good in a suit of white Chinese silk heavy as Guck and} cut, in a half sporting style, with a plaited coat, belt and patch pockets, by a first-class London tailor. ‘The girl was blushing slightly. Her eyes, colored like the velvet hull of an Italian chestnat, were wide under long lashes curling up. “It was a nasty cropper,” be said.) “The horse went down Iike a shot. | Fortunately :he helr:ct got the blow.” | And he pressed out the pisces of| broken cork | “I thought you were killed,’ she| said. Then she turned toward the car. “Let me take you up.” He could not very well refuse and be ot in, “Besien, bis bores 81 PETEY DINK-And They Got All Tamished helmet would make him conspicuous In the street, It was precisely sunset and from a — AND HE Simpcy Witt HoT Go To Steep Wwittour His TOYS AND Tine s — HE tuSISTS OF TAKING Them To GED—He WonDERFuu —NESTERDAY His AUNT AN SAve Him SOME GOtO -FISH IN A GLOBE AND HE CRIED AND CRIED BECAUSE HE Covton't TAKE THEM TO BED wilt HiM— — ou SHoutp SEE My UITTLE Buw— He Does He cUTest Thucs— LAsT NiewT We PUT fODINE IN UNCLE KENNETH 'S Corres — THar’s AW opp WomaK, — Ske Thinks HERCHILOS once to bed. The doctor had ordered it. Madame was taking a chance with her life. Her lungs would con gest. She would die immediately In spite of the dry atmosphere there was a certain dampness from the Nile at evening. But the woman gave no attention. She set quite motionless, looking own at th man on the gray Arab, mt the edge of the Place Esbekty She could see onty the white helmet, the firin shoulders the nervous horse and :he sun in the street beneath it.| Sie could not see the man’s face, but she knew the features of it. For some days he had heen a dis- tinguished figure in the city. Under the visor of the helmet she could reconstruct the face, with those do- inating eyes of sword-plade, and the features :hat in repose seemed mod: eled: over iron. And there arose in her an appalling sense of loss—a ghastly sense of hav. ing been trapped anc cheated. Here was the destiny for which she was born into the world, and she had been turned another way into the pit. Ah, God! If she had on:y@had bronze wall behind her, how far and how wonderfully she would have gone! Meanwhile color poured along Pasha, drifted across the Place Esbe kiya, and entered the Rue Muski on the way to the Tombs of the Caliphs. ow anG then, one, exhausted, drop. ped out of the mad current and fell in the street, swathed in his bur noose like a corpse. The whole square of the Place Es- bekiya was sown with these mo- tlonless figures. Suddenly, far off in the border of the garden of the Esbekiya a gaunt figure arose from among these ghast ly groups, as in a garden of the dead “I thought you were killed,” she sald, i housand minarets the muezz'n was ailing out. The whole city was flam-| ing pink, as though covered with the wings of innumerable flamingoes. — 50 t HAD To Put THEM InTo A HoT- WATER Boe so HE Comp— TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 21, 1922, By Billy De Beck The horse had fallen as it, entered al great square be*ore a mosque | When they were seated they fell} immediately into asan: talk. The | charming thing nbout the girl was} her perfect freedom. There was not a} pretense in her. She gave a bound-| less confidence. She was wholly ab-| sorbed in the th'ng sh talked about Almost at once they were on a ly foot found | ing of things which te! GASOLINE ALLEY—GIVE HIM ALL NOBODY COULD «ev \ ©, GEEL THERE’ WAS ONE WIM AWAY FROM MB THING | FORGOT TO TELL MUST CAUSE ANY WAN, 'D JUST LIKE THE LAWYER -How PUBLICATION TO SEE THEM TRY (IT! SKEEZIx CAN GEAT OF A HOTICE | S8T IF THERE'S GOINGTS TiME TO music: twits 2 ORAW PCTURES AND NOTHING MORE /| BE A FIGHT 1 MIGHT a pe vie dha ee EVERYTHING CAN BE CONE || AS WELL HAVE THE LAW TRareueo cee andl ot T S T ROR ES OM MY SIDE. He's vine, she said. If she could only se AS SMART AS A WHIP } the trumpet-vine and ear the . 3 = ays became at once inex- | = } | NO YOU SEE HE WAS LEFT OM My CCORSTEP AND HASNT BEEN CALLED FOR AND THERE WASN'T ANY RETURN ADORESS ND + COULDN'T GIVE HIM UP NOW ANYWAY. HE CAN Yes YOU SBE SKEEzix HAS GQOWN 1D MBAM SO MUCH TO mE - HE'S So (UTE ANO GETS INTO EVERVTHING. WE can TALK QUITE A LOT AND—; THEN WE fri himsel had n body—trifling touch life her anda trun fly, she aiw pressibly happy, no, matter in what moot. She trict ‘to fmitate the sound, putting ou: her lips, | And he told ber that a cock crow: | ing the afternoon strangely saddened | him, lke certain desolate landscapes | that impressed the beholder with the| end of all things. It made him un utterably lonely. He was not usual | ly lonely, bu: that note, sounded in} —a creature infinitely old, matted with hair'and naked under his bur- noose. He extended his arm, and his voice drifted with the vague wind northward as from the desert. It came to the man sitting the gray Arab as from @ remote distance; a voice carried on the wave crest of innumerable sounds; a long, walling desert cry, weird, eery, the words slurred over and blurred. “O Sirdar! I will give it to you I will give it to you. And may it crucify your soul: The voice trailed off in a thin, in distinguishable whine, and the ema- clated creature sank down under his burnoose. The man looked up and about him Uke one who hears a whispering in the ely. Then he turned his horse and rode on slowly in the wake of the procession. He followed it east into the Rue Muskt, The horse picked its way along, careful to avoid the exhausted mad- men who lay everywhere. The rider gave the horse no attention. He rode with the reins slack in his fingers. As the Rue Muski entered the Neuve, the horse, to avoid a camel stepped on the caftan of an exhaust- ed dervish, lying in a heap like a relaxed dead man. The hoof barely touched the garment, but the drug- crazeQ creature beneath it suddenly rolled over and buried hig teeth in the horse's leg above the fetlock, It was :he quick, savage lunge of an infuriated dog. The horse bolted, and to keep him from going headiong into the crowd, the rider turned him into @ side street. But he could not master the mad dened horse. The beast was wild the tron bit clamped into its jaws as if cemented into a stone. As though infected by a virus, the horse was now as crazed as the drug drunken dervish. Nevertheless, the horse did not get away. He fought down the narrow street and went out through the native quar- ter of the city, but the rider con- trolled him and, but for an accident, would have got him. in hand. A waterskin had broken in the street, and when the plunging horse struck the wet earth he fell. ‘The thing ull happened in a flash, ani the man was thrown out of the saddle. As he arose a native servant in livery, handed him helmet which had rolled into a neighboring Gocrway. A motor-car had stopped and a woman was gut in the street beside him “Oh,” she cried, “are you hurt?” The voice had the soft lMquid tones of sdme southern country. He was no: in the least hurt and he hastened to any it.* ‘The car was new and smart—the sort of wonderful thing one eees at 11 in the Rue de la Paix. The wo man was extremely young, a mee witch word. The motor-car which had endeav- ored to enter a great boulevard the sun, could change him like “| crowced with natives, made him one or two turns and finaly stopped before “a nerrow, iron gate in a high wall studded with spikes, Tho driver explained that he could not; reach the main entrance. The crowd was strangely. obstinate and would | not make way for the car. | To go in with the girl seemed to the man inevitable. She offered a cup of tea and would send him on} when the streets were opened. The crowds brought out by the sacred carpet would presently scatter. Besices, in the fascination of her delightful chatter, he was seeing just then a slim Uttle girl, mostly eyes, | on the veranda of a big, old house in a southern state of merica sur- rounded by magnolias through which you caught the glimpse of white washed cabins. She was lying down, with a foreign Mustrated paper before her, writing a letter to a hero. He could see every detail, so vivid was the narration. She kept putting! back a vagrant lock of hair that con-| stadtly fell down. Her lps were stalned with red paint from the pen- | holder where she had chewed it over | a difficult word, and her frock was @aubed with ink where she had wiped her thumb. j He knew the worship of’ heroes at that age for he had a Latin grammar in which was pasted a picture of} Nelson, finger-printed with halos. And he had a warm, bewildered feel-| ing, as though the very day and hour | of that fascinating time were res-| THE FOLKS ARE ALL ASLEEP! 1 MUST tored. | yen AND DRESS? KENNETH wnt se Th i they tered en- NTING FOR ME AND 1 ROMISI cipae ce ‘the pols Teall Geet with To ELOPE WITH HIM TO-NIGHT! Won'T spikes. Tt was native tn {ts architec- TT BE ROMANTIC? tn A FEW HOURS ture outside, with a flat roof, but} Insi@efit was a white man’s house, | with a drawing-room on the second floor. They saw no servant as they went in, although the house was Iighted. In the drawingroom no oné answered | the bell, and the girl went out to dis- cover the reason. ‘The conclading installment of this, unusual story will appear in tomor- row’s issue. GRacious! — 1vE FORGCTTEN MY GLASS - (5 MY HAT ON. + STRAIGHT? DHeaKe & STILT, SHEBe- THAT Meminee SlarTs @T Two-THurty Good-HEAVINS. HAROLD! How Coucp You BE So STUPID 7— My HaT was ALL RIGHT = You Know wHat § MEANT! Shuces! wish ib @ TOLD Hee IT WAS On. 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The larger size bottle is PC the more economical, r mecupsst J again cr e e e = What Mr. Sumner needs and = demand is a constitutional amendmen against the publication of any stronger than “Pollyana’ or W hymnsz for the young.—Columbi Record. There are dozens of folks right here in town who 4m eager to.make a trade with ro —whether you have sometbins to buy or sell, or are looking for employment. Everybody reads the Want Ads, so put one in yourself and you will find the people you want—and they'll find you, tov! You can't beat the Tribune for results amd there's alway: a reason—our circulation ex ) seeds any Wyoming paper. Phone 15 or 16