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Vitally Important to Meet Him at
Qeorfrn I'orclvnl Algernon Jones, vlco
firesldont of the Metropollton Orlonlnl
Huff company of Now York, thirsting for
romance, In In Cairo on u luminous trip.
Horace Ryanno arrives at tlio liotcl In
f:atro with o. carefully guarded bundle.
Uynnno icIU Jones tho famous holy Ylil
irdes rug which he admits having stolon
from a pasha at Rngdad. Jonca dipoIh
Major Callahan und later Is Introduced to
)rortutie Cticdsoyo hy u woman to whom
liuMinil loaned ICO pounds at Monto Carlo
oomo months previously, mid who turns
out to he fortune' lnotlior. Jones takes
Mrs. Chcdsoya and fortune to a polo
Kline. Fortuno returns to Jones tho
nioney borrowed by her mother. Mm,
Chcdsoya appears to bo encaged In some
mysterious enterprise unknown to the
laughter. Ityanno Interests Jones In tho
United Hotnunco and Adventure com
pany, 11 concern which for a prlco will
nrranpo any kind of an udventuro to or
lor. Mrs. Chedsoyo, her brother, Major
Callahan, Wallace and rtyamio, us tho
united Romance and Adventuro company,
Kan a rlskv enterprise Involving Jour's,
ynnno makes known to Mrs. Chedsoyo
bis Intention to marry Fortune. Mrs.
Chedsoyo declares she will not permit It.
I'lans aro laid to prnvnnt .loneH Railing
Tor homo. Ityanno steals Jones' letters
una cable dispatches. Ho wires ojront In
Now York, In Jones' name, tliat ho Is
rontlnu bouse In New York to some
mends. Mahomed, keepor of tho holy
enrpet. la on Ityanno's trail. Ryanno
SromlBcs Fortune thnt bo will soo that
onri comes to no bnrm as a result of his
nurtbnsei of tho rufr. Mahomed nccosts
Ityanno and demands tho Yhlordos tup.
Jlynnno tulls htm Jones Iuih tho ruir and
HUgBCSts tho abduction of tho Now Yotk
merchant us a means of securing Its ro
turn. Tho ruir disappears from Jones'
room. J'ortuno quarrels with her mother
when tho latter tefuses to explain her
CHAPTER XI. (Continued.)
Bho hud Kona ecurcely n hundred
ynrdB wlion sho wns nccootctl by n
tull Arnb whom sho IndlRtlnctly rocol
loctod hnvlng even before; whoro, sho
oould not dennltely linnclnc, It wna
tho ragBCiJ green turban that clonrcd
nway her puzzlement. Tho Arnb wna
Iho nuppoBcd beggnrovor whom I'orcl
vnl (how enally aho hnd fallen into tho
mablt of cnlllng him thnt!) hnd atum
bk!. ,Ho stood bo tull nnd struight
-thnt sho knew ho wasn't going to beg;
no naturally p)io stopped. Without n
word, without oven n look that ex
proasod anything, ho ullppcd a noto
Into lior hnnd, bowed with Orlontnl
igrnvlty, nnd stopped naldo for hnr to
proceed. Bho road tho noto hastily
utr sho, continued her way. Horace?
Why should ho wish to meet her that
evening, nt tho southeast cornor of
the Sharl'ii Mahomoud-Kl-Faliil;l, n
Bltip froru tho Hrltlah CoiiBUlnto'H?
And Bho mustn't como In a cnrrlngo
nor toll any ono whoro Bho was go
ing? Why nil bucIi childish mystery T
Uo could soo hor far jrioro conven
iently in the lounglng-room of the
fiotol. Sho toro tho noto into Bcraps
nd flung thorn upon tho air, Sho wnB
efrnkl. Sho wna almost certain why
lio wlahod to raeot hor whero neither
Aior mother's nor hor unclo'a oyo
would bo within range. Should sho
toot lilm? Doeivor than thla, dnred
sho? Why hnd alio como to Cairo,
vhon nt Montono oho hnd known
penoo, such ponce as destiny wnB gon
iroua onough to dolo out to herT And
now, out of this tolernblo poaco, u
thousnnd hands were reaching to rond
her hoart, to wring It. Sho decided
quickly. Slnco sho hnd como this
far, to go on to tho end would add but
Uttlo to hor burdon. Hotter to know
All too soon thnn too late.
That tho noto hnd not lieon direct
ed to hor and that nlio was totally tin
furnlllur with Itynnno'B haudwritlng,
oucaped her, Sho had too muny othor
Nino O'clock at the Engllsh-Bar.
things upon hor mind to boo all things
elenrly, especially such trifles. Sho
finished hor walk, returning by the
way sho had gone, gavo tho koy to tho
lift-boy, and in her room1 dropped
down upon tho bed, dry-oyed and
weary. Tho most eventful day Bho
had over known.
And all tho while Ocorgo aat by
tho window nnd watched, nnd nt
length fell Into a framo of mind that
was Irritable lrnsclblo and sclf-non-n
uamnntory. And when ho found thnt
ins prociou8 y monies was gone, hla
condition wna tho ossonco of nil disn
grecnblo emotions. It wna boyond him
how any ono could have stolon It. Ho
novor fnlled to lock hla door and
lenvo tho koy with tho porter. And
surely, only n mnn with winga could
havo gained cntrunro by tho window.
Iloillg a thoroUKh bualnosa man n'mnntr
other accompllBhrnents, ho reported
ins loss nt once to tho management;
and tho management aot about tho
matter with celerity. At hnlt nfter
aoven every maid and servant in tho
hotel had boon queetloncd nnd exam
ined, without tho lenst notlccablo re
ault. Tho rug wao nowlioro to bo
found. Ocorgo felt tho loss keenly.
Ho" waa not so rich that ho could af
ford to lose both tho rug nnd tho tljpu
nand pounds ho had paid for It. Hla
flmt thought had been of Ityanno; but
It was proved thnt Uynnno hnd not
been In tho hotel alnco morning; at
ieaat, no ono had seen hi in.
Ocorgo gloomed about. A twnqw
day, all told; everything had gone
wrong, nnd all because ho had ovor
slopt. At dinner something waa
wrong with tho soup; tho flsh was
gicaay; tho roaBt waa dry and stringy;
tho wlno, full of pieces of cork. Out
Into 'tho lounglng-room again; nnd
then tho porter hurried over to him
with a noto from Uynnno. It Btnted
briefly thnt it wna vitally Important
for Mr. Jones to meet him nt nlno
o'clock nt tho Engllsh-Unr In tho Quar
tor Hosottl Any drlvor would bIiow
him tho way. Mohaniod-131 Oebel, tho
guardian of tho Holy Yhlordos, had
turned up, and tho band was begin
ning to piny. Would Mr. Jones like a
little fun by tho waysldo?"
"I'm his mnn." snid G-orgo. "nut
how tho dovll did this Mahomed over
got Into my room?"
Hnd Fortune dlnod down-atnlra In
tJtond of nlono In hor room, events
might havo turned out differently. Uy
nnno hnd really written to George, but
not to Foituno.
,Mnhomcd. fntnllst thnt ho wna, had
thrown everything upon tho whirling
acnloB of chance, and waited. Later,
ho may hno congratulated himself
upon his good luck. Hut it wasn't
luck; It was tho will of Allah that ho,
Mahomed, should contrlbu'to his Blen
der Bhnro In working out tho dea
tlnloa of two young people.
Ooorgo waa In tho proper mood for
an ndvonturo. Ho wont bo fnr as to
admit to himself that ho would havo
liked nothing hotter than a llaticuff.
Tho ono mlstnko ho mndo in his cal
culntlous was dross. Men didn't gen
erally go n-yonturlng In such finical
uttlio. They woro bowlors and sack
coats and carried heavy wnlklng
stlck8. Tho only wenpona Goorgo had
woro hla two hands, now adorned with
Ho saw Mrs. Chedsoyo, spoke to her,
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Inquired about Fortune, and was In
formed that sho had dined in hor
room. A cnBo of doldrums, Mrs. Ched
"I'm in a peck of trouble," said
George, ctavlng a Httlo sympathy.
"In what way?"
"Tho nig I told you about Is gone."
"Yes. Vanished Into thin air."
"That 'a too bad. Of course the po
lice will oventunlly find It for you."
"I'm afraid that's exactly the
tiouble. I really daren't put tho enso
In the hands of the police."
"Oh, I see." Mrs, Chedsoyo looked
"And hero I am duo for Port Said
"That's tho kind that bowls you
over," said tho Major. "If thcio la
unythlng I can do after you are
gone. . . "
"Oh, I shouldn't think of bothering
you. Thanks, though."
"You must have lost your key," sug
gested Mrs. Chedsoyo.
"No. It's been hanging up In the
porter's bureau all day."
"Won, I hope you iind tho rug." said
tho Mnjor, with a sly glanco at his
"Thanks. I must bo off. Tho chap
I bought It of sajs that tho oillclal
guardian from Bngdad has arrived,
and that there's likely to bo .somo
sport. I'm to meet him nt a place
called tho English-liar."
"Tho English-Bar?" Tho Major
shook his head. "A low place, If I re
momber." "And you aro going dressed like
thnt?" nsked Mrs. Cheduoyo.
"llnven't tlmo to change." He ox
ctiBod himself and went In search of
"Tho play begins, Kato," whispered
tho Mnjor. "This Hoddy of ours Is
a wonderful chap."
"No; Percival. He'll be cry un
comfortablo In patent-leather pumps.
Tho Mnjor laughed light-heartedly.
"I Bupposo wo might telegraph for res
ervation on the Ludwlg."
"I shall pack at onco. Fortuno can
And her way to Mentone from Naples
I am beginning to worry about that
girl. Sho has n temper; and sho is
beginning to havo some IdoaB."
"Marry her, marry her! How much
longer must I preach that sermon?
She's growing handsomer every day,
too. Watch your laurels, Kate."
Mrs. Chedsoyo Inspected her rings.
Meanwhile, Georgo directed his
driver to go post-hnsto to tho English.
Ilnr. That ho found it more or leas
of a divo in nowiao alarmed him. Ho
had been In places of moro frightful
aspect. As Ryanno had written him
to make Inquiries of tho barmaid rela
tive to finding him, ho did so. Sho
jerked licr'hend toward the door at
tho roar. Georgo went boldly to It,
opened It, and stopped Inside.
And vnnlshed from tho haunts of
CHAPTER XII. K
The Caravan In the Desert.
Yes, Georgo vanished from tho
haunts of men na completely na If tho
Great Hoc hnd dropped him Into tho
Valley of Diamonds nnd loft him
thoie; and ns nobody knows Just
whoro tho Valley of Diamonds is,
Georgo wnB ery well lost. Still, thero
wna, at tho end of n most unlquo ex
perience, a recompense fnr beyond Its
aluo. Hut, of course, George, being
without tho gift of clalrvoynnce, snw
nothing savo tho immediate nnd immi
nent circumstances: a door that
bunged behind him, portentously; n
sack, a cloak, a burnouse, or whatever
It waa, Hung about his head, and
Georgo hit out vnlIantJx nd a mer
ry acudlo ensued. Tho room was
small; at least, Goorgo thought it was,
for In the spaco of ono ralnuto ho
thumped against tho four Bides of It.
Ho could bco nothing nnd ho couldn't
brcatho very well; but In spite of
these Inconveniences ho put up threo
loundB thnt would ltavo mndo some
stir among tho mlddlowclghts. In tho
phraseology of tho fancy, ho had n
good punch. All tho disappointments
of tho day seemed to become so many
pounds of steam In his shoulder; uid
he was awaro of a kind of barbaric
Joy whenover ho hit somo ono. All
tho circumspection of yenrB, all of
tho gentle blood of hla peaceful for
bears, gavo way to tho strain which
still lurks In tho blood of civilized hu
mnnlty, oven In tho voIiib of poets and
parsons. Ho fought with all tho tac
tics of a sailor In a bar-room, not over
nicely. A tnblo toppled over with a smash
ing noise. Goorgo and hla assailants
foil In a heap bcsldo It. Thwack!
Hang! Georgo struggled to his feet
and tugged at tho stifling envelope,
Somo ono Jumped upon hia back, Old
Man of tho Sen stylo. A Bavago elbow
Jab disposed of this Incubus. And
then tho racket began all over again.
George never paused mentally to won
der wlmt all this rumpus was about;
tlmo enough to make Inquiries after
tho scrimmage. Intrepidly, as Hero
ward tho Wake, as Dussy d'Ambois,
as Porlhos In tho cavo of Loch-Maria,
George fought. Ho wasn't a' trained
athlete, he hadn't any science; he
Was simply oidlnarlly tough and ac
tive and clean-lived; and the injustice
of an unpiovokcd assault added (&
physical prowess a full meanuro of
uorvous energy. It waa quasi-Homeric:
a modern young gentleman In eve
ning dress holding off for several min
utes Jlvo sleek, sinewy, unhampered
Arabs Hut tho days of tho gods wero
no more; and no quick-witted goddess
cast a veil across tho eyes of tho
Arabs. No; Georgo had to shift for
himself. Suddenly thero camo a gen
eral rush from tho center of tho room
Into ono)f tho right-angular corners.
Tho subsequent snarl of legs and
arms was not unlike that scon upon
the foot-ball field. George was the
man with tho ball. And then to
George camo mciciful darkness. The
conjunction, as In astronomy, of two
planets in tho samo degree of tho Zo
diacmeaning George's head and tho
stucco-wall gave tho Arabs complete
mastery of the field of battle.
From tho opposite side of the room
camo tho volco of the referee:
"Curses of Allah upon these white
dogs! How thoy fight!" And. Ma
homed peered down Into tho corner.
Ono by one tho Arabs got up, each
examining his honorable wounds.
George alone remained unmoved, quiet
and disinterested, under tho folds of
tho tattered burnouse.
"Is ho dead?" demanded Mahomed.
"No, my father. His head lilt the
"Hasten, then. Bind his foot nnd
hands and covor his oyes and mouth.
Wo have but little time."
There was a long way to go, and
Mahomed was too wlao and cautloua
to congratulate himself at thla early
stage. George was thereupon trussed
up like a Christmas fowl ready for
tho oven. Thoy wrapped him up In
the burnouse and carried him out to
tho closed carrlago in waiting. No
ono In the street seemed curious. No
ono In tho Engllsh-Bar deemed It nec
essary to be. "Whatever happened In
thla resort had long been written In
tho book of fnto. Had a white man
npproached to inquire what was going
on, Mahomed would havo gravely
whispered that It was a case of
plague thoy wero hurrying away to
prevent Interference by tho English
Once Georgo was snug lnsldo the
carrlago, It was driven off at a run
toward tho tombB of tho caliphs. As
tho roads wero not tho loveloBt, tho
vehicle wont most of tho way upon
two wheels. Mahomed sat beside his
victim, watchful and attentive. His
Intention was to take him no far
ther than tho outskirts of tho city,
forco him to jendJjack to the totol
a duly credited rness"ener for the
rug, after which ho would turn Geo.'go
adrift, with tho reasonable assuranco
thnt tho young man would find somo
oiid do guide him back to tho hotel.
After a whllo he observed that George
had recovered and was grimly fighting
the Imprisoning ropes.
"You will need your strength," In
terposed Mahomed gently. "If I take
tho cloth from your mouUi, will you
promiso not to cry out?" Thero was
an allirmntive nod, and Mahomed un
tied tho bandage. "Listen. I mean
you no harm. If you will send to tho
hotel for tho Holy Yhlordos, you will
bo liberated tho moment It Is put into
my hands "
"Go to the doucol" snapped Georgo,
still dizzy Tho fighting mood hadn't
evaporated, by any means. "You
know where It 1b bettor than I." So
thlB was Mahomed?
"Fool!" cried tho other, shaking
"Easy thero! I had the rug. but
it was stolen this afternoon." Ho was
very weak and tired. "And If I had
it, I shouldn't glvo It to you," with
renewed truculonce; "and you may
put that In your wator-plpo and amoko
Mahomed, no longer pacific, struck
Goorgo violently upon the mouth. He,
on his part, was unknlghtly onough to
attempt to sink his tooth in tho bru
tal hand. Queer fanclos flit through a
man'B hoad In times like thla; for tho
Inoffoctuallty of tho bite reminded
him of Hnllowo'ons nnd tho tubB with
tho bobbing apples. Ono thing was
cortaln ho would kill this pagan tho
very flrst opportunity. Hather n
startling motamorphosls In tho char
acter of a man whoso llfo had been
passod In tho peacefulest environ
ments. And to kill him without tho
lenst compunction, too. To strike a
man who couldn't help hjmsolf!
"Hoy there!" ho yelled. "Holp for
a white man!" After such troatmont
ho considered It anything but dishon
orable to oreak his parole. And whero
was Uynnno? "Help!"
Mahomed swung his arm round
George's neck, and tho third cry be
gan with a gurglo and ended with a
sigh. Deftly, tho Arab rebandaged
tho prisoner's mouth. So bo it. He
had had his-chance for freedom; now
ho should drink to tho bottom of tho
bitter cup, along with tho others. He
had no real onmity against George;
ho was simply ono of tho pawns In
tho gnmo ho was playing. But now he
saw that thero was danger in liberat
ing him. Tho other! Mahomed ca
ressed hia wiry beard. To subject
him to tho utmost mental agony; to
btejk lUm physically, too; to pay him
uuun. iiuuhu ior pence; to uruiso, to
hurt, to rack him, that was all Ma
George made no further effort to
free himself, nor apparently to bestir
himself about tho future. Somewhere
in tho light, presumably as ho fell
against tho table, ho had received a
crushing blow in tho smnll ribs; and
when Mahomed threw him back, he
fainted for tho second tlmo in his life.
He-1 reclined limply In tho corner of
tho carriage, tho bosom of his shirt
bulging open; for tho thrifty Arabs
had purloined tho pearl-studs, tho
gold collar-buttons, nnd the sapphire
cuff-links. And consciousness re
turned only when they lifted him out
and dropped him inconsiderately into
tho thick dust of tho road. Ho stirred
again at his bonds, but presently lay
still. The pain in his side hurt keen
ly, and ho wasn't sure that tho rib
was whole. What time had passed
since his entrance to the English-Bar
waa beyond his reckoning, but he
knew that it was yet In tho dark of
night, as no light whatever penetrated
the cloth over his eyes. That he was
somewhere outside tho city ho was
assured by tho tang of tho winter
wind. Ho heard low voices Arabic;
and while ho possessed a smattering
of the tongue, his head ached too
sharply for him to sense a word.
Later, a camel coughed. Camels? And
whero wero they taking him upon a
camol? Bagdad? Impossible: thero
were too many white men following
tho known camel-ways. He groaned a
little, but the sound did not leach tho
ears of his captors. To rido n camel
under ordinary conditions was a pain
ful affair; but to straddle tho ungainly
brute, dressed as ho was, in a swallow-tall
and paper-thin pumps, did not
promote any pleasurable thoughts.
Thoy would In all truth kill him be
fore they got through. Hang the rug!
And Then to George
And doubly hang tho man who had
sold It to him!
His whilom friend, conscience, camo
back and gibbered at him. Once ho
anld: "Don't do it!" and now she was
saying quite humanly: "I told you
so!" Hadn't sho warned him? Hadn't
she swung her red lantern utjder his
very nose? Woll, sho hoped ho waa
satisfied. His reply to this brief jere
miad wns that If over ho got hia hands
upon tho rug ngnln, he would hang
on till the crack of doom, nnd con
science herself could go hang. Mero
perverseneas, probably. And where
was It, since ho was now certain that
Mahomed had It not? It was Ry
anne; Ujanno, smooth and plausible
of tongue. Not being satisfied with a
thousand pounds, ho had stolon it
again to mulct somo other simple,
trustful person. George, usually bo
unsuspicious, was now quite willing
to believe anything of anybody.
Ho felt himself being lifted to his
feet. Tho ropo round IiIb ankles waa
tin own off. His feet stung under tho
renewed flow of blood. Ho waited for
them to liberate hla hands, but tho
galling rope was not disturbed. It
was evident that tho natives still en
tertained some respect for his fighting
ability. Next, they boosted him, flung ,
a leg here nnd a leg there; then camo
a lurch backward, tho recurrence of
tho pain In his side, nnuMio know tha.t
lie was upon the back of a camel, des?
ert-bound. Thero were stirrups, and
as life began to spread vigor onco
moro through hla legs, ho found tho
steel. Tho straps were too short, and
in tlmo tho upper tvii ot tho steel
chafed his Insteps. He eased himself
by riding sldowlso, tho proper way
to rldo a enmel, but with constant
straining to keep his balance without
tho uso of his hands. Fortunately,
they woro not traveling very fast, oth
erwise, what with tho stabbing pains
In his side, produced by tho unvarying
dog-trot, Jio must havo fallen. He
was miserable, yet defiant; tears of
anger and pain filled his eyes and
burned 'down his cheeks In spite of
And he, poor fool, had always been
longing for an adventure, a taBte of
life outside tho peaceful harbor where
in ho' had sailed his cat-boat! Well,
here ho was, in tho deop-Bea water;
and he read himself so truly that he
knew the adventure ho had longed for
had been the cut-nnd-dried affairs of
story-tellers, In which only tho vil
lains wero seriously discommoded,
and everything ended happily. A
dashing hero ho was, to be sure!
Why hadn't ho changed his clothes?
Was thero over such an ass? Uyanno
had told him that thero was likely to
be sport; and yet ho had left tho ho
tel as ono dressed for the opera. Ass!
And to-morrow the Ludwlg would sail
(TO DE CONTINUED.)
AH About Nothing.
Some of tho saddest "misunder
standings" in llfo havo arisen all about
nothing. Looking backward, wo can
not think why we woro so angry or
what our friend -ould see in our word3
Came Merciful Darkness.
to bo so bitterly offended. Groat
wrongs may bo righted, and tho Bky
bo clear again, but tho "all about
uothing" quarrola havo a way of last
ing Indefinitely. Thero is nothing to
oxplain. nnd nothing to npologizo for,
wo toll ourselves; tho wholo thing
wna "too Filly for words." Exactly
so; nnd it Is a pity wo did not think
of thla nt tho tlmo.
Tho man who has to oat his own
words has crow for dessert. Washing,
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