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THE SEA-HAWK &*tT$!uX!S‘vMar. Part Two % Rafael Sabatini. V__' _ j (Con tinned From Saturday.) Let him *&il safely Into Algiers with these two ships both captured in the name of Allah and hls Prophet, one of them an argosy so richly fraught, a floating treasure house, and he need hare little fear of what hls enemies ami the crafty evil Sicil ian woman might have wrought against him In his absence. Then he ^nade inquiry touching hts two English captives, to be informed that Othmani had taken charge of them, and that he had continued the treatment meted out to them by Sakli El-Bahr himself when first they were brought aboard. He was satisfied, and fell into a gentle healing sleep, whilst, on the decks above, his followers rendered thanks to Allah the Pitying the ntl ful. the Master of the Day of Judg ment. who Alone Is .Ml Wise, All Knowing. CHAPTER V. The I,ion of the Faith. Asad-ed-Din, the Lion of the Faith, Basha of Algiers, walked in the even ing cool In the Orchard of the Kashah upon the heights above the city, and at hls side, stepping daintily, came Fenzlleh, his wife, the first lady of hls harem, who meighteen years ago he had enrried off In his mighty arms from that little whitewashed village above the straits of Messina, which hls followers had raided. She had been a lissom maid of 1G In those far-off days, the child of humble peasant-folk, ami she had gone uncomplaining to ihe arms of her swarthy ravisher. Today, at 3G, she was still beautiful, more beauti ful Indeed than when first she had fired the passion of Asad-Reis—as he then was, one of the captains of tho famous Ali-Basha.' There were streaks of red in her heavy black tresses, her skin waa of a soft pearli ness that seemed translucent, her eyes were large, of a golden-brown, .'gleam with somber fires, her lips were full and sensuous. She was tall and of a shape that in Europe would have been accounted perfect, which is to say that she was a thought too slender for oriental taste: she moved along beside her lord with a sinuous, languorous grace, gently stirring her fan of osn-ich plumes. She was tin selled: Indeed it was her Immodest habit to go naked of fare more often I New York --Day by Day •y By O. O. M’INTYRK. New York, May 1. \ (rage from the diary of a modern Samuel Pepys: Early up and reflecting deeply on the error of my ways made a vow to arise at 8 a m. each 'lay but have little faith t will keep 't. So to the barber to be trimmed and thence to breakfast with Berton lirnley, the poet, but little talk between us, each being glum. Through the town ami was 'trenched with sudden rain and put in at my mother-ln law's and she brewed me a hot tea nnd 1 was thrice holpen to sugar cake. All the afternoon putting my j autographed hooka in order, there being some 80 odd of (hem and a brave collection 1 swear. Ben Holz | man ami Eddie Cantor came at.d sat > awhile and all in a jesting mood. To dinner at a club with my wife and then to Beatrice Herford's if ' .tal and rat^next to Carol McOomas, I the play actress, and Imr husband, j Walter Enright, and much foolery. I So home and to bed. A conspicuous example of New 'i oi k hoohory is seen in tlie Green wich village halls. Whenever a group of artists or p it hulling scribblers in the village go broke I bey touch a waiter or hat check girl at the Cafe l.afayettc for a few dollars and hire a stable for a hall. The invitations are gaudy—mur-I Resting nude ladies and much high iitiking. The result is a call for the police reserves to handle the crowds that rush from uptown. Such sensational announcements n« “One Thousand Bacchanalian Nights..The Pageant of Passion." “The Gambol of the Nymphs,” or the like, pack the hall to overflowing. The balls are about as exciting as a lured girl’s Thursday afternoon .Mini her picnic in Central park. The particular seductive Tsjrclel who is crowned queen of passion Is In real life, generally. Miss Rebecca Klnkelstein. office manager of th" Kiddies Knitted Pants Co., In Elev enth street. She wears s mask and a short skirt—and a laugh In hei i leave, ha, ha. But as everybody goes lo the Greenwich village halls well potted In the hope of seeing the advance poster stuff there are no objertlo s to trickery. Roland Pert wee, the English novelist whose name sounds like the morning chirp of the family can ary, was a gue.«t of honor at the Dutch Treat club the other day. He. told of a visit J. M. Barrie made to the home of George Bernard Shaw while the latter was *t lunch. Shaw is a vegetarian and before him was a heaping plate of vegetables covered over wilh a mixture of bran and olive "11. Barrie came in and said “O, are _vou opting?"—and then looking at i he plato added “or have you?” The recent passing of George Randolph Chester, whose fiction ■ hararters Get Ricli Quick Walling ford nnd Blackln Bow were known 'round the world, removed an Inter esting literary figure of the day. Chester sold hla first story for $8. Jfe was one of the few writers who hav Iing turned from literary pursuits, i eturned to them after a lapse of many years nnd made good. He gave op writing for awhile to venture Into tlie romance of film making. But ho was never happy. He hail just created a new fiction character when he died. My only adventure in the film world was the recent fashioning of a foreword for a motion picture. H ran about 100 words, but more cor lespondfnce ensued than In all the writing 1 have ever done combined There were lei tens from the New York offices, from the scenario staffs, ilie continuity force and several from ti.o producer. Also many telegrams from the coast. 'This was followed I y weighty conferences nnd then more letteis arid telegrams. T w rdte the foreword In about a half hour but spent two weeks at least In con ferences and correspondence. And not a word of It was changed. (L’oyyriglil, libit.1 than was seemly, which Is but the least of the many undesirable infidel ways which had survived her induc tion into the faith of Islam—a neces sary step before Asad, who was de vout to the point of bigotry, would consent to" make her his wife. lie had found her such a wife as it is certain he could never have pro cured at home: a woman who, not content to lie his toy, the plaything of, his idle hour, insinuated herself Into affairs, demanded and obtained his confidences, and exerted over him much the same influence as the wife of a European prince might exert over her consoit. In the years dur which he had lain under the spell of her ripening beauty he had accepted the situation willingly enough; later, when he would have curtailed her In terferences, it was too late; she had taken a firm grip of the reins, and Asad was in no better case than many a European husband—an anomalous and outrageous conditin this for a Basha of the Prophet's House. It was also a dangerous one for Fenzileh. for should the burden of her at any time become too heavy for her lord there was a short and easy way by which he could he rid of 4. Do not suppose her so foolish as not to have realized this—site realized it fully; but her Sicilian spirit was daring to the point of recklessness; her very daunt lessness which had enabled her to seize a control so unprecedented In a Muslim wife urged her to maintain it in tile face of all risks. Dauntless was she now', as she paced there in the cool of the orchard, under the pink and white petals of the apricots, the flaming scarlet of pomegranate blossoms, and through orange groves where the golden fruit glowed amid foliage of sombre green. .She was at her eternal work of pois oning the mind of her lord against Sakr-el Bahr, and in her maternal jealousy she braved the dangers of such an undertaking, fully aware of how dear to the heart of Asad ed-Din was the absent renegade corsair. It was this very effection of the Basha s for his lieutenant that was the to menter of her own hate of Sakr-el Bahr, for it was an affection that transcended Asad's love for his own son and hers, and it led to the coin mon rumor that for Sakr-el Bahr was reserved the high destiny of succeed ing Asad in the Bashallk. "I tell thee thou'rt abused by him, 0 source of my life," "I hear thee," answered Asad Asad sourly. "And were thine own hearing less Infirm, woman, thou wouldst have heard me answer thee that thy words weigh for naught have with me against his deeds. Words may he but a mask upon our thoughts; deeds are ever the expres sions of them. Hear thou that in mind, o Fenzileh.” "Do T not bear in mind thine every word. O fount of wisdom?" sic pro tested, and left him, as she often did. in doubt whether she fawned or sneered. "And it is his deeds t would have speak for him. not Indeed my poor words and still less Ills own." "Then, h.v the head of Allah, iet those same deeds speak, and be thou silent.” The harsh (tone of his reproof and the scowl upon his haughty face, gave her pause for a moment. He turned about. "Come!" he said. "Soon it will be tlie hour of prayer.' And he paced haek toward the yellow huddle of walls of the Kasbah that overtopped the green of that fragrant place. lie was a tall, gaunt man. stooping slightly at the shoulders under the burden of his years; but ids eagle face was masterful, and some linger ing embers of his youth still glowed in his dark eyes. Thoughtfully, .with a jeweled hand, lie stroked his long white beard: with the other lie leaned upon her soft plump arm. more fioni habit than for support, for he was full vigorous still. High In the blue overhead a lark hurst suddenly iuto song, and from j 1 tie depths of the orchard came a :;entle murmur of doves as if return ing thanks for tlie lessening of great heat now that the sun was sinking rapidly towards the world's edge and the shadows were langthening. Came Fenzileh's voice again, more musical than either, yet laden with words of evil, poison wrapped In honey. "O my dear lord, thou'rt angered with me now. Woe me! that never may I counsel thee for thine own glory as my heart prompts me, but l must earn thy coldness." "Abuse not him 1 love,” said the Basha shortly. "I have told thee so full often already." She nestled t loser to him, end her voice grew softer, more akin to the amorous cooing of the doves. "And do I not love tliee, O master of my soul? Is there in all the world a heart more faithful to tliee than mine? Is not thy life my life? Have not rny days been all devoted to the perfecting of thine happiness? And wilt thou then frown upon me If I fear for tliee at the hands of an In (ruder of yesterday?" There’s at Least One in Every Office By Briggs FounjO Th»tI Th! 4U«EJt,w^y To ' .SuceeS-3 is To iajo«j>-< HAdP* * PROTCC^i^ r' fYoo«? CisrtPLOYC^'S J INTCRC .5T5l-V—\s “—WM I mav/1? 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The Boha checked in his stride, and turned upon her angrily. "May thy tongue rot, thou mother of lies"’ "I snt as the dust beneath thy feet, O my sweet lord, yet am I not what ihine heedless anger calls me.” "Heedless?" quoth lie. "Not Heed- 1 less but righteous to hear one whom I the Prophet guards, who :s the very ! Javelin of Islam against the breast of the unbeliever, who carries the scourge of Allah against the infidel Frankish pigs, so maligned by thee! N'o more. I say! Lest I hid thee make good thy words, and pay the liar's price if thou shouldst fail " ''And should I fear the text'.’" she countered, nothing daunted. "I tell thee. O father of ilnr/.ik. that I should hall It gladly. Why. hear me now. Thou set text store by deeds, not words. Tell me. then, is It the deeds of a True Believer to waste sub stance upon infidel slaves, to pur chase them that lie may sr-* them free?" 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