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THE SEA-HAWK I ArM'&r.c.a,,. Part Two By Rafael SabaUm. \_____ (Continued From YeMerdny.) CHAPTER XIV. The Sign. From behind her lattice, still breath less from the haste she had made, and with her whelp Marzak at her side, Fenzileh had witnessed that first angry return of the Basha from the house of Sakr-el-Bahr. She had heard him bawling for Ab dul Mohktar, the leader of his janis sartes, and she had seen the hasty mustering of a score of these soldiers in the courtyard, where the ruddy light of torches mingled with the white light of the full moon. She had seen them go hurrying away with Asad,at their head, and she had not known whether to weep or to laugh, whether to fear or to rejoice. "It is done," Marzak had cried exul tantly. "The dog hath withstood him nrxl so destroyed himself. There will be an end to Sakr-el-Bahr this night," And he had added: "The praise to Allah!" But from Fenzileh came no re sponse to his prayer of thanksgiving. True, Sakit-el-Rahr must be destroyed, and by a sword that she herself had forged. Yet was it not inevitable that the stroke which laid him low must wound her on ItR repercussion? That was the question to Which now she sought an answer. For all her eager ness to speed the corsair to his doom, she had not overlooked the circum stance that an inevitable result of this must he Asad's appropriation of that Frankish slave girl. But at the time it had seemed to her that even this price was worth paying to re move Sakr-el-Bahr definitely and final ly from her son's path—which shows that, after all, Fenzileh the mother was capable of some self-sacrifice. She comforted herself now with the re flection that the influence, whose wan ing she feared might be occasioned by the introduction of a rival into Asad’s harem, would no longer be so vitally necessary to herself and Marzak once Sakr-el-Bahr were removed. Tho rest mattered none so much to her. Yet it mattered something, and the present state of things left her uneasy, her mind a cockpit of emotions. Her grasp could not encompass all her desires at once, it seemed; and whilst she could gloat over the gratification of one, she must bewail the frustra tion of another. Yet in the main she felt that she should account herself the gainer. In this state of mind she had wait ed, scarce heeding the savagely Joy ous and entirely selfish babblings of her cub, who cared little what might betide his ninth'- ns the price of the removal of that ,.ated rival from his path. For him. at least, there was nothing but profit in the business, no cause for anything but satisfaction; and that satisfaction he voiced with a fine contempt for his mother’s feelings. f New York --Day by Day -J By 0. 0. M’INTYRE. New York, May 29.—Hidden trage dies of a great city often lurk in the puzzling "Personals" of New York newspapers. The appeals are cryptic, but they reveal the despair of the lonely, forsaken and lovelorn. Nearly every three months for the last 10 years this personal has ap peared: "Joe—I never give up hoping. at< Each night I wait for you at the window. Mary." Joe may be a brother, husband or sweetheart. Here are three personals that have appeared during the last two weeks: "L. S.—I pawned our wedding ring today to buy baby medicine. A week more and I will disappear forever." "TeBs—Father thinks you are in England. Mail letters to George to be remailed. Don’t give up hope. Florrle." No doubt Teas is in prison. "Alex—Unless you call by telephone Friday morning I can do nothing. We all face utter ruin. Sarah." In the old days before the "per sonal column" was purged of its un derworld taint many criminals kept in touch with each other and hatched their nefarious rascality by code mes sages. There was a man At police headquarters^ whose sole lob was to decode them. As a result many crimes were blocked and many criminals trapped by the “Personals.” Today when a mysterious message is handed In at newspaper shops it will not be printed until a thorough investigation is made. The information is, of course, kept confidential. So the "Personal'’ today may be rdi^d upon. Nearly ail strike the note of despair. It is the last resort of the beaten. An innovation at one of the Four Hundred functions was a lady who wore a muff of real flowers. The muffs are, of course, not lasting, but they are evidently creating a stir. One Fifth avenue florist announces they will be especially made at prices from $.10 to $50. T was lured to one of those cellar French cafes the other day for lunch eon by a man who knows Paris as well a* New York. The place he told me was as Frpm-h as the Cafe de la Ho Itinde. I was, offered something at t^st that I nfe with somewhat of a relish. The waiter came with another helping. "Will monsieur have some more snails?’’ he asked. “Non, non," I cried, dropping Into mv French anfl crawling right out ngaln. "I should say not.’’ As long as T didn't know they were snails they were excellent, but when I learned It I went through a squeamish meal. Critics have been dueling with the redoubtable literary twins, Mencken and Nathan, over their new maga zine—The American Mercury. One deplores their lack of the mcsslnnlg complex. He believes they are leaning backward In their desire to give the idea they have no message, Kays he: “A magazine, like a murderer, must have a motive.” Still It appears that the most widely read magazines In the field are patently without a mes sage. Meneken and Nathan may hnvs found that a great truth Is dawning, 'there are entirely too many Caliphs of Cant. Speaking of writers nnd snails, a cafe keeper tells me he educated a numher of patrons to a taste for f snails by listing them on the menus as “Terrestrial gastropods,” and he tucked Oil n sauce by way of the s In met bod. A lady whose lips wore the latest shade of scarlet gave a gentleman escort a pecking kiss on the cheek In front of a hotel portico, lie wondered why the crowd laughed He probably lc oid when he looked In the nrtr i tor and s.'dic the imprint of her lips. . ^(Copyright, 2*24./ Anon they witnessed Asad's return. They saw the janissaries come swing ing into the courtyar* and range themselves there whilst the Basha made his appearance, walking slowly, with steps that dragged a little, his head sunk upon his breast, his hands behind him. They waited to see staves following him. lending or carryin* the jtii-1 he had gone to fetch. But they waited in vain, intrigued and uneasy. The heard the harsh voice in which Asad dismissed his followers, and the clang of the closing gate; and they saw him pacing there alone In the moonlight, even in that attitude of dejection. What had happened? Had he killed them both? Had the girl resisted bint to such an extent that he had lost all patience and in one of those rages begotten of such resistance made an end of her? Thus did Fenzileh question herself, and since she could not doubt that Sakr-el-Bahr was slain, she concluded that the rest must be as she conjee tured. Yet, the suspense tortourlng her, she summoned Ayoub and sent him to clean from Abdul Mobktar the tale of what had passed. In his own hatred of Sakr-el-Bahr, Ayoub went willingly enough and hoping for the worst. He returned disappointed, with a tale that sowed dismay in Fen zileh and Marzak. Fenzileh, however, made a awift re covery. After all, It wae the beet that could have happened. It should not be difficult to transmute that ob vious dejection of Asad's into resent ment, and to fan this into a rage that must end by consuming Sakr-el-Bahr. And so the thing could be accom plished without 'jeopardy to her own place at Asad's side. For it wae in conceivable that he should now take Rosamund to his harem. Alreedy the fact that she had been paraded with naked face among the faithful muet in itself have been a difficult obstacle to his pride. But it was utterly im possible that he could so subject his self-respect to his desire as to take to himself a woman who had been the wife of his servant. Fenzileh saw her way very clearly. It was through Asad’s devoutness— as she herself had advised, though scarcely expected such rich results as these—that he had been thwarted by Sakr-el-Bahr. That same devout ness must further bo tplayed upon now to do the rest. Taking up a flimsy silken veil, she went cut to him where he now sat on the divan under the awning, alone there in the tepid-scented summer nighti She crept to his side with the soft, graceful, questing movements of a cat, and sat there a moment un heeded almost—such was his abstrac tion—her head resting lightly against hos shoulder. "Rord of my soul,” she murmured presently, “thou are sorrowing.” Her voice was In Itself a soft and sooth ing caress. He started, and she caught the gleam of his eyes turned suddenly* upon her. "VI ho told thee so?" he asked aus piciously. "My heart,” she answered, her voice melodious as a viol. "Can sorrow bur den thine and mine go light?” she wooed him. "Is happiness possible to me when thou art downcast? In there I felt thy melancholy, and thy need of me, and I am come to share thy burden, or to bear it all for thee.” Her arms were raised, aftd her fingers interlocked themselves upon his shoul der. He looked down at her, and his expression softened. He needed com fort, and never was she more welcome to him. • Gradually and with infinite skill she drew from him the story of what had happened. When she had gath ered it, she loosed her indignation. "The dogl" she cried. "The faith less, ungrateful hound! Yet have I warned thee against him, O light of my poor eyes, and thou hast scorned me for the warnings uttered by my love. Now at last thou k nowest him, and he shall trouble thee no longer. Thou'lt cast him off, reduce him again to the dust from which thy bounty raised him.” But Asad did not respond. He set there in a gloomy abstraction, star ing straight befoie him. At last he sighed wearily. He was Just, and he had a conscience, as odd a thing as it was r.wkward in a coraair Basha "In what hath befallen,” he an swered moodily, "there la naught to justify me in casting aside the stout est soldier of Islam. My duty to Allah will not suffer It.” "Y«t his duty to thee suffered him to thwart thee, O my lord," she re minded him very softly. “In my desires—ay!" he answered, and for a moment his voice quivered with passion. Then he repressed it. and continued more calmly; "Shall my self-seeking overwhelm my duty to the faith? Shall the matter of a slave girl urge me to sacrifice the bravest soldier* of Islam, the stoutest champion of the prophet's law?” she I bring down upon my head the yen geance of the one by destroying s man who Is a scourge of scorpions unto the infidel—and all this that I may gratify my personal anger against him. that I may avenge the thwarting of a petty desire?" Dost thou still say, O my life, that Sakt el Bahr is the stoutest champion of the propret's law?" she asked him softly, yet on a note of amazement. "It is not I that say it, but his deeds." he answered sullenly. "I know of one deed no true-be liever could have wrought. Tf proof were needed of his Infidelity lie hath now afforded It ifi taking to himself a Nasrani wife. Is it not written in the book to be read: ‘Marry not idola tresses?' Is not that the prophet's law, and hath he not broken It, of fending at once against Allah and against thee, O fountain of my soul?” Asad frowned. Here was truth in deed, something that he had entirely overlooked. Yet Justice compelled him still to defend Sakr el Bahr, or else perhaps he but reasoned to prove to himself that the case against the corsair was indeed complete. "He may have sinned In thought lessness," he suggested. At that she cried out in admiration of him. "What a fount of mercy and forbearance art thou, O father of Marzakl Thou'rt right a» In all things It was no doubt In thoughtlessness that he offended, but would such thoughtlessness be possible In a true believer—In one worthy to be dubbed by thee the champion of the prophet's holy law?” It was a shrewd thrust, that pierced the armor of conscience In which he sought to empanoply himself. He sat very thoughtful, scowling darkly nt the Inky shadew of the wall which the moon was casting. Suddenly he rose. "By Allah, thou art right!” he cried ‘•go that he thwarted me and kept that Frankish woman for himself, he cared not how he sinned agaitfht the law.” She glided to her knees and eaHp< her arms about hi* waist, looking up at him. "Still art thou ever m< i riful, ever sparing in adverse judff ment. I* that all his fault. O Asad-" "All?" he questioned, looking down at her. "What more Is there?” (To B<* ContlniiPil Tomorrow) —---; « Second Honeymoons . 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