THE SEA-HAWK 1 Part Two By Rafael Sabatim. V.___ —/ (Continued From Tenterdoy.) CHAPTER XI. The Truth. The sun was dipping swiftly to the world's rim when Sakr-el-Bahr with his Nubians and his little retinue of corsairs came to the gates of that white house of ills on Its little emi nencs outside the Bad-el-Oueb, and beyond the walls of the city. When Rosamund and Lionel, brought in the wake of the corsair, found themselves in the spacious courtyard beyond the dark and nar row entrance, the blue of the sky con tained but the paling embers of the dying day, and suddenly, sharply upon the evening stillness, came a meud dln's voice calling the faithful unto prayer. Slaves fetched water from the foun tain that played in the middle of the quadrangle and tossed aloft a slender silvery spear of water to break into i myriad gems and so shower, down into tho broad marble basin. Sakr-el Bahr washed, as did his followers, and then he went down upon the praying mat that had been set for him, whilst his corsairs detached their cloaks and -spread them upon the ground to serve them in like stead. The Nubians turned the two slaves about, lest their glances should defile the orisons of the faithful, and left them so, facing the wall and tho grien gate that led into the garden whence were wafted on the cooling air the perfumes of jessamine and: lavender. Through the laths of the gate they might have caught a glimpse of the color there, and they might have seen the slaves arrested by the Persian water wheel at which they have been toiling and chanting until the call to pray had come to strike them into statues. Sakr-el-Bahr rose from his devo tions. uttered a sharp word of com mand, and entered the house. The Nubians followed him, urging their captives before them up the narrow stairs, and so brought them out upon the terrace on the roof, that space which in eastern houses Is devoted to the women, but which no woman's foot had ever trodden since this house had been tenanted by Sakr-el-Bahr (he wifeless. This terrace, which was surrounded by a parapet some four feet high, cemmanded a view of the city strag gling up the hillside to eastward from the harbor and of the Island at the end of the mole which had been so laboriously built by the labor of Chris tian slaves from the stones of the ruined fortress—the Penon, \fhich Kheyr-ed-Dln Barbarossa had wrested from the Spaniards. The deepening I shroud of evening was now upon all transmuting white and yellow walls alike to a pearly grayness. To west ward stretched the fragrant gardens of the house, where the doves were murmuring fondly among the mulber ries and lotus trees. Beyond it a val ley wound its way between the shal low hills, and from a pool fringed with sedges and bullrushes above which a great stork was majestically sailing came the harsh croak of frogs. An awning supported upon two gigantic spears hung out from the southern wall of the terrace which rose to twice the height of that form ing the pnrapet on its other three sides. Under this was a divan and silken cushions, and near it a small Moorish table of ebony inlaid with mother of pearl and gold. Over the opposite parapet, where a lattice had been set, rioted a trailing rose-tree charged with , blood-red blossoms, though now their colors were merged into the all-encompassing grayness. Here Lionel and Rosamund- looked at each other in the dim light, their faces gleaming ghostly each to each, whilst the Nubians stood like twin statues by the door that opened from the stairhead. The man groaned, and clasped bis hands before him. The doublet which hud been torn from him In the sok had since been restored and temporar ily repaired by a strand of palmetto cord. But ho was woefully bedrag gled. Yet his thoughts, if his first words are to be taken as an indica tion of them, were for Rosamund’s condition rather than his own. ”0 God, that you should lie subject ed to this!” he cried. "That you should have suffered what you have suf fered! The humiliation of it, the bar barous cruelty! Oh!" He covered his haggard face with his hands. She touched him gently on the arm. "What I have suffered is but a lit tle thing," she said, and her voice was wonderfully steady and soothing. Have I not said that these Godol phine’ were brave folk? Even their women were held to have something of the male spirit In their breasts; and to this none can doubt that Rosa mund now bore witness. "Do not pity me, Lionel, for my sufferings are at an end or very nearly." She smiled strangely, the smile of exultation that you may see upon the martyr’s face in the hour of doom. “How?” quoth he. in faint surprise. “How?” she echoed. "Is there not always a way to thrust aside life's burden when it grows loo heavy heavier than God would have us hear?" His only answer was a groan. In deed, he had done little but groan In all the hours they had spent together since they were brought ashore from the carack; and had the season per mitted her so much reflection, she might have considered that she had found him singularly wanting during those hours of stress when a man of worth would have made some effort, however desperate, to enhearten her rather than rpinee upon his own plight. .Slaves entered bearing four enor mous torches, which they set In Iron sconces protruding from the wall of the house. Thence they shed a lurid ruddy glow upon the terrace. The slaves departed again, and presently, iu the black gap of the doorway be tween the Nubians, a third figure appeared unheralded. It was Sakr el-Bahr. He stood a moment at gaze, his attitude haughty, his face expression less; then slowly he advanced. He was dressed In a short white caftan that descended to hts knees, and was caught about his waist in a shimmer ing girdle of gold that quivered like tire in the blow of the torches as he moved. Ills arms from the elbow and his legs from the knee were bare, and his feet were shod with gold-em broidered red Turkish slippers. He wore a white turban decked by a plume of osprey attached by a Jeweled clasp. He signed to the Nubians and they vanished silently, leaving him alone with Ids captives. He Aiowed to Rosamund. "This, mis tress," he said, "is to be your domain henceforth, which is to treat you more as wife than slave. For It is to Muslim wives that the housetops in Barliary are allotted. I hope you like it." Lionel staring at him out of a white face, his conscience bidding him fear the very worst, his imagination paint ing a thousand horrid fates fof him and turning him sick with dread, shrank lack before his half-brother, who scarce appeared to notice him just then. But Rosamund confronted him. drawn to the full of her splendid height, and if her face was pale, yet it was as composed and calm as his own; If her bosom rose and fell to be tray her agitation, yet her glance was contemptuous and defiant, her voice calm and steady, when she answered him with the question; "What Is your Intent with me?” "My intent?” said he, with a little twisted smile. Yet for all that he be lieved he hated her and sought to hurt, to humble and to crush her, he could not stifle his admiration of her spirit's gallantry In such an hour as this. I New York --Day by Day By O. O. McINTYRK. New York, May 20.—New Yorkers are always expressing a yearn for wide open spaces where men are men and the plumbing is terrible. A few more years and they are going to pack the kitbag and be off. If all went who announce their plan to do so the Island would be deserted. It Is considered smart to hold New York lightly In contempt. "A big city but cold hearted!” That Is the lament. It Is one libel on New York that should be debunked. The chil liest greetings from strangers I ever received were in small towns and the so-called open spaces. I have lied In wide places In the road, villages where the trains stopped (Ally on signal, fair sized cities. large cities and New Yark and for sympathy, charity and the friendly hand clasp when It Is need ed my vote goes to Manhattan is land. It is the friendliest place I know toward the stranger. It has enough faults, hut a lack of friendliness is not one of them. When a man is completely broke I know of no place where he wilt he so well received as New York. I know this from actual experience. It wIU rush and Jostle you about, step on your toes and kick your shins, but when the S. O. 8. of dis tress goes up New* York will always pause in Its rusli to extend the friendly hand. It is the most be nevolent city in the world In a pinch. To lady in distress ora gentleman on his uppers New Y’ork shdws the heart and soul of a Vere (le Vere. The other night in front of a small hotel In the Forties a man reeled across the eldewalk and slumped down against an Iron spiked fence thst guarded a cellarway. He had been worsted by had liquor and there was a frightful gash across his temple. lie was semi-conscious. New Y’ork was on Its way to the theater. It stopped. A woman used a fine scarf to stanch the flow of blood. Another went after a pitcher of water. Still another woman In expensive gown pillowed his head on her wrap. Ha was a down and outer hut I counted five persons who tucked bills In his coat pocket before a clanging ambulance eame and carried him him away. Alexander Wolcott, dramatlo critic, appeared In a benefit performance along with many of the prominent stage stars recently. A group of ac tors who had felt the wrath of Mr. Woolcott’s pen were down front and when the dramatic cyltlc ap peared they hissed. Mr. Woolcott re ferred to it In his review of the bene fit performance In this fnahlcfti: "The accoustlcs of the theater are pecu liar, and when the curtain rose the proper tribute from a doubtless Im pressed audience was so contorted by some aural Illusion that to those of us on ths stage It sounded absurdly like hissing.” Twenty years age the side of the Motel Aster was decupled by brown stone rooming houses. The locality was moribund and the liveliest fea ture was a livery stable. In those dujs the old Broadway theater was considered too far uptown and when Charles Frohmnn built the Umpire below Forty-second street It was called “Frohman's Folly." There was scarcely an electric sign In Times Bquars and nswspapers were writing editorials saying that ths dis trict should ba better lighted. Gun men went on forays there and foot pads wers busy. The course of eating has also gone northward. All the fine restaurants clustered about Twenty-third street. Now the best of them sr# in tli<‘ Fifties. Nellie Heveli continues to retain her sense of hutnor despite her long invalidism. She remarks thst it used to be ths fashion to' go through dirt to get oil and now ws go through •11 to get dirt. (Copyright IIIU From behind the hills peeped the edge of the moon—a sickle of bur nished copper. "My intent Is not for you to ques tion," he replied. "There was a time, Rosamund, when in all the world you had no slave more utter than was I. Yourself in your heartlessness, and In your lack of faith, you broke the gold len fetters of that servitude. You’ll find it less easy to break the shackles I now impose upon you.” She smiled her scorn and quiet con fidence. He stepped close to her. "You are my slave, do you under stand?—bought in the market place ns 1 might buy me a mule, a goat, or a camel—and belonging to me body and soul. You are my property, my thing, my chattel, to use or abuse, to cherish or break as suits my whim, without a will that is not my will, holding your very life at my good pleasure. " She recoiled a step before n dull hatred that throbbed In his words, before the evil mockery of his swarthy bearded face. "You beast!” she gasped “So now you understand the bond age Into which you are come In ex change for the bondage which Is your own wantonnees you dissolved.” "May God forgive you," she panted. "I thank you for that prayer," said he. "May God forgive you no less." And then from the background came an inarticulate sound, a stran gled, snarling sob from Lionel. Sakr-ol Bahr turned slowly. He eyed the fellow a moment In silence, then he laughed. "Ha! My sometime brother. A pret Ity fellow, as God lives, is it not? Con sider him, Rosamund. Behold how gallantly misfortune U borne by this pillar of manhood upon which you would have leaned, hy this stalwart husband of your choice. I>ook at him! Look at this dear brother of mine.” Under the lash of that mocking tontine Lionel's mood was stung to anger where before It had held naught but fear. __ "Ton are no brother of mine," h* retorted fiercely. "Your mother ",i> a wanton who betrayed my father.' Sakr el Bnhr «iulyered a moment m If ha had been struck. Yet he con trolled himself. (To He Continued Tomorrow.) Just now the kettle could not ht blamed for calling the Teapot black —New Orleans States _ THE NEBBS IMPORTANT BUSINESS. Directed for The Omaha Beeby Sol He.* /juSTA. 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