Evening Star Newspaper, December 19, 1922, Page 37

THE STORY AS TOLD IN 1 dition into the African desert. part of the Sahara. The latter admires the you! tacks the little expedition, butchering and makes the chief of his harem. Whil who fs the child of her dead husband. owers favors upon him, with the result that This {e distasteful to Annette, who has refused the thieviag sulta forces and prepares his defense. The rald is m is captured and put to death, while Lis suppose returns to England. bearing on his check the sultan’s heir. that Robert Cameron is ler mweetheart. that Robert Cameron is her sweetlieart. trading as more profitable than robbery and bas him by his mother. He extends his operations woman in a cabaret, he engages in & fight with “If I give you these, Marie, will you teach me to become a Frenchman?” he asked. “Won't I just! astically, and without hesit, tinued: “First of all we m apartment. And, mon Dieu must cut your hair short. The youth wore his hair long. knot- ted under his hood in the Arab fash- she cried enthusi- ion con- t get an vou months before Casim . And he left it in a correctly cut English suit and with his smooth, black hair brushed back over his head. In the spick-and-span young man it would have been diffi- cult to recognize the barbaric youth who had come there knowing nothing of clvilized life except what his mother had told him and what he had seen in St. Louls; and, what was more, e felt at ease in his new garment in epite of having worn burnoose an hood all his life. The day before he loft, Marie sat with him in the salon of the pretty flat they had occupied since the day they struck their bargain. And she looked very different, too. Her evenlng frock was no longer of shabby black. Jt was one of the sev- eral elaborate gowns she now pos- sessed, thanks to the young man. And she no longer wore a string of /This Victrola, $150 The most popular upright Victrola made. Various finishes. Victrolas! Just as we predicted, the shortage is becom- ng acute. and we are fortunate in having such coral beads about her pretty throat, - but the pearl necklace. a fine new stoe Although Marl. had taken on the youth as a business speculation, with- in a few days she loved him pa: ately. She was loath to let h factor go, but all her wiles fa keep him. “When you're back in Africa you won't quite forget your little Marie who_taught you to be a man, Will vou?” she whispered tearfully. er remarks made him laugh. “I've had women of my own for at least a vear before I met you" he replied. It _seemed to Marie she had never really known the youth who had com to her a savage and was leaving her looking a finished man of the world. He never talked to her of himself or his affairs. Although kind an, erous. he demanded swift obe nd he treated her always as some- ing infinitely inferior to himself. Say you love me,” she pleaded ‘That you'll think of me sometimes.” “Love!” he said contemptuously. don't love women. I have ther my pleasure. I'm not one of vour white men who spend their davs whining at some one woman's feect, pleading for favors. Women to me are only toys. Good to 100k upon, if beautiful, but not so good as horses.” “Oh, vou are cruel! she said, w ing. “And I thought vou loved me. *“It is the woman's piace to love There are other things in a man's life. Marie realized she never had any hold on her protege. She had been of use to him, and he had paid | her well for it . ae far as he was concer r ended Being sensib » sat up and dried her tears, gathering consolation from tho fact that he had heen a good tpeculation. There would be no im- mediate need to return to the florist’s shop when he had gone. 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She was about fifteen years old, a slender, lovely child, light and graceful, with a cascade of golden curls reaching to her waist, and wide, puTple eyes. Her complexion was per.ect. She had a vivid little red mouth, impulsive and generous, and a pink rose on each Ay - cheek. S On reading the letter, sorrow cloud- ed her face. For it ran: “My Dear Little Pansy “When you get this letter T shall be with your mother. I am leaving you the money she would not ha And it was worth having, vou will agree. for it will bring vou in about £60,000 a year. The only condition T make is that you take the name your mother refused, your own second name. And my one hope is that you will be more successful in love than I was. “Your affectionate ‘grand-godfath “HENRY_ LLANGHAM. For some minutes Pansy sat brood- ing on her godfather’s end. The poor old boy had been awfully fll for a long time, and now he was dead. She blinked back a couple of tears. Then her thoughts went to the for- tune she had inherited. Presently she crossed to the mirror and looked at herself. : “No, old girl,” she said.io-her re- flection, “your head isn’t turned._ Then she slipped the letter int her pocket and made straight for her great friend and confidante. To the average eve there was nothing about Miss Grainger to at- tract a vivid, beautiful girl like Panay Barclay—Pansy Langham as she would be now. Miss Grainger was middle-aged, gray-haired, thin and depressed-looking; the downtrodden English mistress, with no gqualifica- tions except good breeding. She was poor and friendless, and life had gone hard with her, but these facts were sufficient to fill Pansy's heart with a warmth of generous af- fection and sympathy. The girl’s principal thought as she This Console Victrola *160 A massive col|.~u!v~—onc of the most popular models of the season. Of pleasing lines throughout. 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She entered the room that served the English mistress as bedroom. study and sitting room, dhlllrb!ng the latter in the midst of correcting an accumulated pile of exercise books. “What is it, Pansy?" she asked, smiling at her favorite. . “Miss - Grainger, you'lF be pleased to hear 'm a miillonaire.” put down her 18978 Kiss Mama, Kiss Papa (fox trot) Choo-Choo Blues (fox trot) . 18982 Homesick...coevuueen Billy Murray-Ed Smalle. you Tell Her, I Stutter Billy Murray 18983 Pack Up Your Sins (fox trot revue). Crinoline Days (fox -The Virginians .The Virginians trot) (Music Box Revue, Whiteman and His ‘The English mistress pen carefully, and then sat staring at Orchestra. R AL “Really, my deas she said in a bewildered tone, “you have a way of saying the most surprising things in AR 3 F the most matter-of-fact manner. But, § since you're saying it, it must be 3 : true” “That’s a character in itself.” Pansy o remarked, smiling, a smile that = sroufht to view several bewitching imples. She produced the letter and handed it to her friend. 618 F St.—a building for music alone ¥ * H ‘ The English mistress read it b Ope i M. through. 3 n evenmgs to 9 P M *“S8ixty thousand pounds a yea she exc_ll,“lmed. “It makes my head nrr-all!' = e e e “Then yours can’t be so firmly R T D LY VR AR screwed on as a mine. Mihe isntl > LR AT (Copyright, 1922, by the Macauiay Ov, 1is By Louise Gerard masms: 11 except the young woman, whom he takes captive she in in captivity, Annette Le Breton bears & son. Sultan Casim Ammeh belleves it is his own son, and latter possessed machine guns, the sultan decides to obtain simllar gun outpost in the south, Capt. George Barelay, in command, learns of the approach of the sultan’s garrison, fs deserted by his followera and taken captive. be will kill Barclay and sell the members of his family a8 He tells his young daughter Pansy of the threat. Meanwhil A Son of the Sahara A Modern Story of the Desert PRECEDING CHAPTERS. Col. Raoul Le Breton, a French army officer, has taken his young bride on a small expe- He meets the Sultan Casim Ammeh, hereditary ruler of that ng wife, and, with a horde of wild horsemen, he and the boy become comstant companions. to be reconciled to her fate. The sultan calls the boy Casim Ammeh, whilc the mother calls him Raoul Le Breton. Annette dies during an epldemic without having informed her son of his parentage. The boy shares in the ralds of and when they have been declsively defeated by thy-Erench, because the by attatking a Pritiah It is unsuccessful. The sultan d son, after repeated vengeful attacks on the e escapes after threatening that faves. Two years later Barclay scar of a wound which was jnflicted by the ade at night. the young sultan has entered legitimato adopted the name of Rawul Le Breton. given o Paris and, while In company with a yonug an Eoglishman. e is the loser, but accom- panies the woman to her home, with the purpose of making use of ber in vengeful plans. turned one little bit. self In a glass to se “But what are you going to do with it all?” the governess asked help- 1 1 take after 1 looked at my- pend it, of course. my father, and never shirk an un- pleasant duty,” she went on, a mis- chievous glint in her eye To begin with, you, Miiss Grai ., are goOing to be my companion. and we'll have . yacht and go all arpund- the world th and see and do everything that can he seen and done. “You'll get married, Pansy.” the governcss said, looking lovingly at the beautiful flower-like, little face. “Not much! You dear old anti- quated thinz. I'm not golng to be tied by the leg in that fashion.” “As the English mistress, I must remind you that ‘tled by the leg’ is slang." “When you're my companion you'll be talking slang yourself. I'm not so sure I won't make that one of the stipulations,” the child went on teas- ingly. IUIl be such a change for you aftor thirty years of correcting stupid exercises.” t will be rathe sald wistfully. And I shall come out at seven- teen,” Pansy went on. *“I must start < early as possible if I'm to spend Miss Grainger 1 that money. I shall write and sk my father if T may come out at eventeen. Do you think he'll re- vill ever refuse you any- too sweet and thing, Pansy. You'r k00d and heautiful.” And rich. Don't forget the rich. at'll be a tremendous draw.” s Grainger smiled at her favor- “I hope the man who marries you will pick you for your good heart and generous nature, not your looks and money,” she remarked. “Still harping on that old string. Nomi. Women don’t get married vs it they can afford to stay nen the school dinner-bell ringing sent Pansy from the room, but not she had given an impetuous ihug and kiss to her friend. CHAPTER IX. Paris always has a welcome for millionaires. ~ And it always had a specially warm welcome for Raoul Le Rreton. the African merchant prince. Not only was he fabulously rich, but oung and remarkably good It < whispered that he b hlood in his veins, but he Ithy enough for the majority )k this drawback. Like ma modern Frenchmen, he dabbled in “la sport.” He was a brillaint tennis plaver. a worthy op- ponent at billiards and he kept a stud of race horses. There was hard- tress of any repute and with enze to vouth and beauty who 2 ronage at one time had not or th making mothers daughters laid With surpris- ing ided their traps. None of shiers proved suf- ficlently tempting to turn him from the broad, smooth way of gay Parislan bachelorhood to the steep and jagged path of matrimony. Raoul Le Breton was ahout twenty- five when he paid his sixth visit to Paris. He came now for about three months every year. And he always came in style, with a whole retinue of Arab servants—silent. discreet men who never gossiped about their mas- ter. It was whispered also that out in Africa he had a whole harem of his own; moreover, that he was some big chief or the other. In fact, many things were whispered about him, for, on the whole, Paris knew very little except that he was wealthy and wild. His French acquaintances tried to learn more of his doings through the medium of his own private doctor. a stout Frenchman who accompanied the young millionaire to and fro. But Dr. Edouard refused to gossip about his friend and patron. In spite of his success, the voung sultan of El-Ammeh had not forgot- ten George Barclay. On' getting more in touch with civi- lizatlon and its ways he had tried to find out the name of the man who wa supposed father. It was not an easy corge Barclay had left Gam- years before Raoul Le Breton investizations. There 2 five about his set had been a succession of men since { Barclay's time, and the shooting of a native malefactor was not a matter of zreat note in the annals of a gov- er iment. However, eventually Le Breton managed to establish the identity of the man he looked upon as his father's murderer. But to trace George Barclay England proved an even more diffi- cult)task than tracing him in Africa. ‘'He Englishman had not stopped Jong in his country. ‘In search of forgetfulness, he had gone from one place to another, holding posts in various parts of the empire. The Sultan Casim Ammeh was twenty-five when he heard that Bar- clay was in the Malay Straits. The news came to him in Paris just. NN the Most Getting. From Your Money 6% First mortgage “notes avallable. Maximum returns with & mini- \ mum risk. Citizens Savingn Bank 1336 New York Ave. Incidentally sbe announces | responsible for the death of his| DECEMBER 19, 1922 ._ €, TUESDAY, —_— 2 when he was setting out for an even- ing’s amusement in company with Dr. Edouard. The letter was brought to him as he stood in dress suit, opera hat in hand, in his own private sit- ting room at the palatial hotel he always patronized when in Paris. perusing it he turned to his companion, and eaid, with an air of “Well, louard, I've managed t trace my man at last.” » i The doctor knew who the man in| question was, for he, Edouard, wa the Sultan Casim’'s one confidant. Rather uneasily he glanced at his patron. He wished the young man would be content with money and the many joys and pleasures it could a strict Mohammedan—and would not be always hankering after vengeance, a vengeance that might embroil him with Epgland and bring his wild and br‘ll!‘hnnt caresr to an abrupt close. “Where {8 George Barclay?” Edouard asked IIlIQll“‘)'. it “In the Straits Settlements.” ‘The doctor -experienced a feeling of buy—for Casim Ammeh was no longer | "8 keep out of his voice the relief helcept old Sara, and she had plenty of | were all white, a land that the sultan "!.'H:"'{_‘;’n!'t stay there forever. T've |tales to tell about its magnificence. 1t [now visited yearly. waited eleven years for my vengeance. | ¥25 & Dig gilded chamber, with a ceiling | For that land he 1 can go on walting a little lon;sr.l""‘::al‘::‘d'e:y el d*}:g;;; night. und | morrow antll fate thinks well 16 place him in ) 3o Jerfal bathroom. a fretted gallery | 1ie had fust been to the harem to ey With a savage expression Le Breton | that gave a wide view of the desecrt, u | farewell 1o the half-dozen girls thew turned to a desk. Sitting down, he | Walled garden full of roses, and, above ! departing with promises of new jewcl e 0 e gents telllag them to |l & door that led into the sultan's pri- | and novelties to please and amugc th » keep him -informed of George Bar- vate suite. The room had had no of his on his return. And now ! R ovements: pant since the days of the suit gered with Iis newest siave and fa 7 2 mother, the Lady Annette, the first vorite, Rayma, the Arab girl he hoi and favorite of his father. And a5 was starting te PART IL. had been her special slave and attend- nvious glances were cast towdr {ant. = door behind which the Sultan Casin = | It could be reached from the harem. neh and his new slave, Rayma, too | CHAPTER 1. 7t one point behind the silken curtain «ll of one another | The narem in the palace of Ei-Am-|a narrow stairmay led upwarl, and girl more than the otho | meh led fntoa large hall with carvea ' ¢nded in a scented sendal¥oml @ door with hurt. angry ldoors and tiny arabesque windows, only the sultan had the It was twenty-three. with my skin, a profusion . and great soft. 1w, half-breed Spanish-Mociy ri of the tru~ odalesque type. 4 common harem gossip that in that room he would place the one among his slaves whom he deigned to make his first wife. fretted and scrolled, with no one spot big enough to squeeze more than a hand throubh. | Generally speaking. the women of the | Although the law allowed him four. attire was scanty. A red silk s harem preferred the large hall, where iand as many slaves as he funcled, =o draped her from shoulder to knce, el they could gossip among themselvesand | far he had no legal wif 1t was on by ribbon straps; and on her handg with thelr attendant women, to the |strange, considering h: and wrists und neck a quantity of bary in rie jew flished ty. But, many | little rooms that wes from all the previous s quarter: to Allsh that on his trave find s pray re their own private intense pleasure on hearing Barclay was In so remote a spot. It'1] be difffcult for you to get hold of him there,” he remarked, trying to Silk shirts sale, $485 Crepe de chines, broadcloths, jerseys, silks —shirts that fit as they should. White and stripes. All sizes. to old Sara, It was b But there was one special apartment belonged to quite anoth | that they all in turn had striven after | {and, in turn. had fafled to attain. 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