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» <t.w .«,[
(ill
•'I come to thee a suppliant .)
\sad, advancing
"A suppliant, thou' No need
lord. I have no will that 1* n t • e
who of thine own."
(To B« Continued Timornmi
1 fl 1 P III
I .!
(Continued From Saturday)
He looked at her end wondered
v. hat devilries might be stirring in
her mind, what evil purpose she de
sired to serve.
"Thou'lt pay three thousand phil
ips?" he said slowly. Then bluntly
asked her: "Why?"
"To gratify a whim, to please a
fancy."
"What is the nature of this costly
whim?" he insisted.
“The desire to possess her for my
own," she answered evasively.
"And this desire to possess her,
whence is it sprung?” he returned, as
patient ns he was relentless
"You ask too many question.” she
exclaimed with a Hush of anger.
She shrugged and smiled. "You an
swer too few."
She set her arms awlmbo and faced
him squarely. Faintly through her
veil he caught the gleam of her eyes,
and ho cursed the advantage she had
In that her face was covered from
his reading.
"In a word, Oliver Reis,” said she,
"wilt s.ll her for three thousand
philips?"
"In a word—no," he answered her.
"Thou'lt not? Not for three-thou
sand philips?" Her voice was charged
with surprise, and he wondered was
t real or assumed.
"Not for thirty thousand," he an
swered. “She is mine, and I'll not
relinquish her. So since I have pro
claimed my mind, and since to tarry
here is fraught with peril for us both,
I beg thee to depart."
There fell a little pause, and neith
er of them noticed the alert interest
stamped upon the white face of Rosa
inund. Neither of them suspected
her knowledge of French which ena
bled her to follov most of what Was
said In th° Hnqua franca they em
ployed.
Fenziieh drew dose to him. "Thou'lt
not relinquish her, eh?" she asked,
and he was sure she sneered. "He not
so confident. Thou'lt he forced to it,
my friend—if not to me, why then,
to Asad. He is coming for her, him
self, in person."
“Asad?" he cried, startled now.
“Asad-ed-Din," she answered, and
upon that resumed her pleading.
"Come, then! It were surely better
to make a good bargain with me than
a had one with the Bnsha."
He shook his head and planted his
feet squarely. "I Intend to make no
bargain with either of you. This
slave is rot for sale.”
"Shale thou dare resist Asad? 1
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I New York
--Day by Day
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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. "In a moment
thou'lt have no single doubt of It.
But what of me?” The question was
added in a quickening tone. "He must
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