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THE SEA-HAWK nm'ihtiraai* rirtaM. Part Two Bv Rafael Sabatini. -- (Continued From Yesterday.) "Of my ever having believed that I b-- you- That is the thought that » shames me, as nothing else in life could shame me. as not even the slave market and all the insult to which you have submitted me could shnme me. You taunt me with my readiness to believe evil of you . . ' 1 do more than taunt you with it/’ lie broke In, his anger mounting under ihe pitiless laih of her scorn. “I lay In your charge the wasted years of my life, all the evil that has followed "ut of It. all that I have suffered, all th.it T have lost, ail that I am be come.” She looked up at him coldly, aston ishingly mistress of herself. "You lay ell this to my charge?’’ she asked him. "I do.” He was very vehement. "Had you not used me as you did, had you not lent a ready ear to lies, * Hat whelp my brother would never have gone to surh lengths, nor should 1 ever have afforded him the oppor tunity.” She shifted on the cushions of the illvan and turned her shoulder to him. "All this is very idle," she said ci Idly. Yet perhaps because she felt that she had need to justify herself she continued: "If. after all, I was so ready to believe evil of you, it is that my instincts must have warned me of the evil that was ever in you. You have proved to me tonight that it was not you who murdered Peter; but to attain that proof you have done a deed that is ever fouler and more shameful, a deed that reveals to the fell the blackness of your heart. Have you not proved yourself a monster of vengeance and impiety?" she rose arid faced him again In her sudden passion. "Are you not—you that were born a Cornish Christian gentleman— become a heathen and a robber, a renegade and a pirate? Have you not sacrificed your very God to your vengeful lust?” He met her glance fully, never lading before her denunciation, and when she had ended on that note of question he counter-questioned her. "And your instincts had forewarned you of all this? God’s life, woman! inn you invent t\o better tale than "hit?” He turned aside as two slaves entered hearing an earthenware ves sel. "Here comes your supper. I hope your appetite is keener than your logic.” They set the vessel, from which a savory smell proceeded, upon a little Moorish table hy the divan. On the ground beside it they placed a broad dish of baked earth in which there were a couple of loaves and a red. short-necked amphora of water with a drinking cup placed over the mouth of it to act as a stopper. They salaamed profoundly and pad ded soflly out again. "Sup.” he bade her shortly. New York --Day by Day V/ By O. O. M'INTYRE. New York, May 24.—There is a popular Manhattan illusion that great and successful men are difficult to .-ec. They are supposed to be hedged in by all sorts of body guards, secre taries and undersecretaries. Nearly everyone who wants to see them makes the indirect approach. They get letters from friends, or they arrange to be taken to a elub ^ when tile man they want to see is *"**there in the hope of a chance intro duction. What is perhaps the sim p'est process in the world they com plicate with a mass of red tape. I have found that if you have, an important matter to discuss with an important man the thing to do is to , all liim on the telephone and explain to his secretary your mission. If It is an important matter the resuit is an rally appointment. It is the big executive's job to see people. He lias shifted a mass of details to others for this very pur pose. lie may how you out in a hurry if the subject doesn't interest, but he is far easier to see Ilian the man who thinks he is important, but is not. There is the story- of a big news paper publisher who once wantcl < 1 learn’ the answer to two questions from the district attorney of that day. lie began by hiring pussy footing pri , vale detectives to shadow the riffb i.il in the hope or picking up some numbs of information. This went on for weeks. One day he called up the city editor and told him of his plight. The city editor called one of his reporters. "Go to sec the district attorney and ask him these two questions.'' he said. The reporter found him arguing in court. He sent a note in tiy his bailiff ask ing for an appointment. The dis trict attorney scribbled on th» reverse i side that, he would meet him at a f saloon across the way in a half hour. They met. The reporter asked the questions simply and directly. Each was answered in the same fashion. What had taken weeks of time and a big amount of money was accom plished in 10 minutes with an expense outlay of 10 cents for carfare. I believe the gloomiest looking men In New Y’ork are those who produce the musical revues. . Flo Ziegfeld. Kurl Carroll, Sum Harris, Irving Ber lin and George White have expres sion* denoting acute melancholia. • They do not smile. The corners of their mouth* turn down. That 1* why no doubt the yearly cry i* for more humor In the revues. Where there used to be the delightful horse play of Weber and Fields there Is now a de votion to scenic splendor. The revue specialists would rather create a gasp over a brocaded curtain than a loud roar over the whang of a slapstick. The gloomiest, however, of the lot Is Ziegfeld. In several years' almost daily association with him I have seen him smile but twice. Once was when Irving Berlin missed s piano stortl. Ziegfeld. I do not believe, , could be gay if he tried. Yet after many hours with temperamental prints donnas, stubborn comedians and careless chorines It is easy to understand why revue entrepreneurs sre In no mood for smiles. One of the Jobs of the New YoVk r . .--ilssioner Is to deny crime t; ver there has been a ^ particular brutal series of murders or holdups. He may do It by wire from * Palm Beach or in a cable from Nice - but It seems to be a part of his routine. Three baby girl* born *n rich New York families in the last month have been nsmed Diana. The most popu lar name for boy bsbles in society the last few month* 1* Robert. ^ (Copyright. 1184.) 1 ‘‘I want no supper,’1 she replied, her manner sullen. His cold eye played over her. “Henceworth, girl, you will eoneid- r not what you want, but what I bid you do. I bid you eat; about It, there fore." "T will not." "Will not?” he echoed slowly. “Is that a speech from slave to master? Eat, I say.” ”1 cannot! I cannot!" she protested. “A slave may not live who cannot do her master's bidding ” “Then kill me,” she answered fierce ly, leaping up to confront and dare him. “Kill me. You are used to kill ing, and for that at least X should be grateful.” "I will kill you if T please,” he said in level Icy tones. "But not to please you. You don't yet understand. You don't yet understand. You are my slave, my thing, my property, and I will not suffer you to be damaged save at my own good pleasure. There fore, eat, or iny Nubians Shall whip you to quicken appetite.” For a, moment she stood defiant be fore him, white and resolute. Then suddenly, as if her will was being bent and crumpled under the insistent pressure of his own, she drooped and sank down again to the divan. Slow ly, reluctantly she drew the dish near er. Watching her, he laughed quiLe silently’. She paused, appearing to seek for something. Falling to find it she looked up at ldni again, between scorn and intercession. “Am I to (par fhe meat with my fingers?” she demanded. His eyes gleamed with understand ing, or at least with suspicion. But he answered her quite calmly: "It Is against fhe prophet's law to defile meat or bread by the contact of a knife. You must used the hands that God has given you.” "Do you mock me with the prophet and his law’s? What are the prophet's laws to me? If eat X must, at least I will not eat like a heathen dog, but In Christian fashion.” To indulge her, as if seemed, lie slowly drew the richly hiited dagger from his girdle. "I-et that serve you, then," h“ said; and carelessly he tossed it down beside her. With a quick indrawn breath she pounced upon It. "At last." she said, "you give me Something for which I can be gratpful to you.” And on the words she laid the point of it against her breast. IHke lightning he had dropped to one knee, and his hand had closed about her wrist with such a grip that all her arm felt limp and powerless He was smiling into her eyes, his swarthy face close to her own. "Did you indeed suppose 1 trusted you? l'id you really think me de oehod by your sudden pretense of yielding? When will you learn that 1 am not a fool? I did It but to test your spirit ” "Then now you know its temper." she replied. "You know my inten tion.” "Forewarned, forearmed,'' said lie She looked at him, with something that would have been mockery hut for ihe contempt that colored It too deep 1). "Is it so difficult a thing,” she asked, "to snap the thread of life" Are there no ways of dying save by 'tlie knife? You boast yourself my : master; thst T am your slave; that, having bought me in the market place, [ belong to you body and soul. How idle is that boast. My body you may bind and confine; but m> soul ... Be very sure that you shall be cheated of your bargain. You boast yourself lord of life anil death. A He! Death is all that you can com mand.” Quick steps came pattering (ip the stairs, and hefore he could answer her, before he had thought of words in which to do so. All confronted him with the astounding announcement that there was a woman below ask Ing urgently to speak with him. "A woman?” he questioned, frown ing. “A Nasrani woman, do you mean?” "No, my lord. A Muslim." was the still more surprising information. "A Muslim woman, here? Impos sible!” But even as he spoke a dark figure glided like a shadow across the three hold on to the terrace. She waa in black from head to foot, Including Hie veil that shrouded her, a veil of the proportions of a mantle, serving to dissemble her very shape. Ali swung upon her in a rage. “Did I not bid thee wait below, thou dangh ter of shame?” he stormed. "She has followed me up, my lord, to thrust herself In here upon you. Shall J drive her forth?” "Let her be," said Sakr-el-Bahr. And he waved Ali away. "Leave us“ Something about that black immov able figure arrested his attention end fired his. suspicions. X'naccnuntahly almost it brought to his mind the though of A:-oub-el-Samln and the bid ding there had been for Rosamund in the sok. He stood waiting for his visitor to speak and disclose herself. She on her side continued immovable until All s footsteps had faded in the die tance. Then, with a boldness entirely characteristic, with a recklessness that betrayed her European origin. intolerant of the Muslim restraint Imposed upon her sex. she did rvhat no true-believing woman would have done. She tossed hack that long black veil and disclosed the pale counte nance and languorous eyes of »n slieh. Kor all that it was no more than he had expected, yet upon beholding her —her countenance thus bared to his regard—he recoiled a step. "Fenzileh!' he cried. "What mad tees is this?" Having; announced herself in that dramatic fashion she composedly re adjusted her veil so that her counte nance should once more be decently concealed. * "To come here, to my house, and thus!" he protested. "Should this reach the ears of thy lord, how will It face with thee and with me? Away, woman, and at once” he hade her. "No need to fear his knowing of this unless, thyself, thou tell him.” she answered. 'To thee I need no ex eus# if thou lt but remember that like thyself I was not born a Mus lim.” "But Algiers is not. thy native Sicily, and whatever thou wasj born it were well to remember what thou art become.” He went on at length to tell her of the precise degree of her folly, but she cut In. stemming hi* protestation In full flow. "These are Idle word* th*t but delay me." "To thy purpose then, In Allah'* name, that thus thou ma\e*t depart the sooner." She came to It straight enough on that uncompromising summon*. She pointed to Rosamund. "It concerns that slave." said she. "I sent my wazeer to the sok today with orders to purchase her for me " "So I had supposed," he said. "But it seems that she caught thv fancy, and the fool suffered himself to he outbidden." "Thou'lt relinquish her to me at the prire she cost thee?" A faint note of anxiety trembled in her voice. "I am anguished to deny thee, O Fen*ileh. She Is not for sale.' "Ah, wait," she cried. "The priue paid was high—many times higher than 1 have ever heard tell wan given for a slave, however lovely. Yet I rovet her. ’T is a whim of mine, and I cannot suffer to be thwarted in m\* whims. To gratify this one I will pay three thousand philips." 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