not find me here. He would kill me, I think." "I am sure he would," Sakrel Eahr agreed. "Yet muffled thus, who should recognize thee? Away, then, ere he comes. Take cover in the courtyard until he shall have passed. Didst thou come alone?” "Should I trust anyone with the knowledge that 1 had visited lhee?“ slie asked, and he admired the strong Sicilian spirit in her that not all these years in the Basha'a harem had suf ficed to extinguish. She moved quickly to the door, to pause again on the threshold. "Thou'lt not relinquish her? Thou’lt not , , ,?" "Be at ease," he answered her. on so resolved a note that she departed satisfied. i CHAPTER VIII. In the Sight of Allah. Sakrel-Bahr stood lost In thought after she had gone. Again he weighed her every word and considered pre finely how he should meet Asad, and how refuse him, if the Basha'a were indeed such an errand as Fenzileh had heralded. Thus in silence he remained wait ing for Alt or another to summon him to the presence of the Basha. In stead, however, when All entered it was actually to announce Asaded Din, who followed immediately upon ii» heels, having insisted in his impa ienee upon being conducted ■truly >* o the presence of Sakr el-Bahr. ‘ The peace of the prophet upon hee, my son," was the Basha’e greet ng. "And upon the*, my lord.” Sakr*! Ftahr salaamed. "My hou** 1" hon jped " With a gesture n» By O. O. M’INTYRE. New Y'nrk, May 26.—A page from ihe diary of a modern Samuel Pepys: Awake betimes and ate a platter of hash and to walk with Gene Buck, the pamphleteer, and we heard Ru pert Hughes had left the cinema In dustry perhaps permanently, it not being to his liking. Home again, where T spoke serl-' ously to my wife, poor wretch, of a plan to bnyTucycles and pedal a long journey, but 1 suppose nothing will come of It, as I find myself more and more given to foolish planning. In the afternoon some friends in end we fell to discussing what play had most impressed us and I could recall only one that made me weep and that was William Faversham In "The Squaw Man,” albeit a rather weak play. To a dinner in the evening to John MeCutcheon, the limner, and a rol ticking time, and afterward to speak over a radio, but had nothing of Inter est to say, and vow never to do It again. So to bed. No man who has met Herbert Bay ard 8\vojk\ executive editor of the New York World, can fall to lie im pressed by his dynamic force. Swope Is a whirlwind—an explosion. He was born to command. He has a trcmen nous, booming voice and In everything in. il'ies radiates energy. They tell of Swope calling up the manager of a press association one day while In a high pressure mood. 'This is Swope—Swope of the World.’’ lie announced. ''Yes,” said the press association executive. ''I've heard the name. I can even decline it—sweep, swiped or swopc, swept. Right?” Theatrical producers come from many odd callings. John Golden was a bricklayer. I.re Hhuhert was n haberdasher. Brock Pemberton and Charles DilUnghagn were newspaper reporters. George C. Tyler was a printer. A. L. Krlanger was a box office ticket seller. Ham Harris and William A. Brady were prize fight promoters. Flo Ziegfeld was a elerk in a musical college. Arthur Hopkins was an advertising solicitor. A1 Woods sold newspapers. George White was a bus hoy. Earl Carrol s theater usher and Kdgnr Helwyn was an actor. Taxi drivers have for rears dodged lone women as fares. It was their idea women wore skimpy with tips. However, it has been learned that women tip the drivers more generous ly than men. A new de luxe taxi system Is node in operation. There Is nothing save the meter to give the Idea of a hired conveyance. The fittings are sumptu ous and the drivers are uniformed In expensive fashion. A dozen of them are equipped with footmen and the c harge is doubled for this bit of - wank. Respite New York's taxi habit it hna been tb# fate of most taxi com panics to land in bankruptcy. My critical review of tbs drams Is not worth much. A producer snatch ed a line from a little opinion I voiced in print and displayed It In the lobby. It read: "A hit—O. O. McTntyre." The piny lasted four nights. The best reviewer in New York, In my opinion, Is Hey wood Broun. He Isn't so concerned with stage tech nique or constructcfon. Ho has one rule of judgment, and that. Is; Hoes the play entertain? Three rookie oops In New York have gone amok In the last year and created panics by firing off revolvers In cafes. The uniform seems to have riven them a superiority complex. In one case two innocent men were killed. Ralph Barton, a Missouri boy, and one of New York's best known carles tui'lsls. has become an author. His volume. ‘'Rimes Without Reason,” ts < ut—and shows ths gmazlng versatil ity of the author, lCoj>yn*ht, llill tell thee he will take her whether she be for sale or not." "I see," he said, his eyes narrow ing. "And the fear of this, then, is the source of thy whim to acquire her for thyself. Thou are not subtle, (t Fenzileh. The consciousness that thine own charms are fading sets thee trembling lest so much loveliness should entirely east thee from thy lord's regard, eh?” If lie could not see her face, and study there the effect of that thrust of his, at least he observed the quiver that ran through her muffled llgure, he caught the note of anger that throbbed in her reply: “And If that were so, what 1st to thee?” "It may be must or little,” he re plied thoughtfully. “Indeed, it should be much,” she answered quickly, breathlessly. ‘‘Have 1 not ever been thy friend? Have I not ever urged thy valor on my lord's notice and wrought like a true friend for tliine advancement, Sakr-el-Bahr?" Ho laughed outright. "Hast thou so?” quoth he.* "Laugh as thou wilt, but It Is true," she insisted. “Lose me .and thy most valuable ally Is lost—one who has the ear and favpr of her lord. For look, Sakr-el-Bahr. It Is what would befall If another came to fill my place, another who might poison Asad’s mind with lies against thee—for sure ly she cannot love thee, this Frank ish girl whom thou hast torn from her home!” "Be not concerned for that,” he an swered lightly, his wits striving In vain to plumb 'he depths and dis cover the nature of her purpose. "This slave of mine “hell never usurp thy place beside Asad." "<) fool, Asad will take her whether she be for sale or not." He looked down upon her, he ul on one side and a,ms awirnbo. "If he can take her from rae, the more eas ily can he take her from thee. No doubt thou hast considered that, and in some dark Sicilian way considered too how to provide against It. But the cost—hast thou counted that? tVhat will Asad say to thee when he learns how thou hast thwarted him?” "What do I care for that?” she cried In sudden fury, her gestures be coming a little wild. "She will be at the bottom of the harbor by then with a stone about her neck. He may have me whipped. No doubt he will. But ‘t will end there. He will require me to console him for his loss, and so all will he well again.” At last he had drawn her, pumped her dry as he Imagined. Indeed, In deed, he thought, he had been right to say she was not subtle. He had been a fool to have permitted himself to be Intrigued by so shallow, so ob vious a purpose. He shrugged and turned away from her. “Depart in peace, O Fenzileh,” he said. "I yield her to none—be his name Asad or Shaitan.” His tone was final, and her answer seemed to accept at last his deter mination. Yet she was very quick with that answer; so quick that he might have suspected It to be precon ceived. "Then It Is surely thine Intent to wed her.” No voice could have been more Innocent and guileless than was hers now. "If so,” she went on, "It were best done quickly, for marriage Is the only harrier Asad will not over throw. lie is devout, and out of his deep reverence for the prophet's law he would he sure to respect such a bond ns that. But be very sure that he will respect, nothing short of It.” Yet notwithstanding her Innocence and assumed simplicity—because of it, perhaps—he read her as if she had been an open book; it no longer mat tered that her face was veiled. "And thy purpose would lie equally well served, eh?” he questioned her, sly In his turn. “Equally," she admitted. "Say ■better.’ Fenzileh," he re joined. “I said thou art not subtle. By the ICoran, I lied. Thou art sub tle ns the serpent. Yet T see whither thou art gliding. Were I to be guid ed by tliine advice a twofold purpose would be served. First. I should place her beyond Asad's reach, and second, I should be embroiled with him for having done so. What could more completely satisfy thy wishes?” "Thou dost me wrong,” she pro tested. "I have ever hern thy friend 1 would that . . She broke off sud denly to listen. The stillness of the night was broken by cries from the direction of the Bah-el-Oueh. She ran swiftly to the parapet whence the gate was to be seen and leaned far out. “Look, look!” she cried, and there was a tremor of fear in her voice. “It is he—Asud-ed Din.” Sakr-el-Bahr crossed to her side and in a glare of torches saw a body of men coming forth from the black archway of the gate. “it almost seems ns If. departing from thy usual custom, thou hast spoken truth, O Fenzileh.” She faced him, and he suspected the venomous glance darted at him through her veil. Yet her voire when she spoke was cold. 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