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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, January 27, 1914, NOON EDITION, Image 18

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THE MULE'S TAIL
By George Phlllfps.
(Copyright by W. G, Chapman.)'
Miss Theodora -Bingham, director
of the Mission Schools for Girls at
Damascus, . tossed upon the back of
her ca.mel. The file of feasts stretch
ed away before and behind her, each,
with its swarthy . Arab attendant,
while Sheikh Abdullah, riding on his
white mule., passed slowly alongside
of the caravan, his hands holding the
"Son of a Jackal," He Roared.
reins loosely and an expression of
benign self-satisfaction upon his face.
Though she was the only woman
with the caravan, Miss Bingham was
not in the least perturbed. She had
spent a lifetime in Damascus, sue hd
seea the s.wL.ool giow fiom a tntchtd'
buiiaidfe 10 a loidiy cjLa.bubii.xit.iii
coveiing'two acres, numieiing 300
inmates. She had just returned from,
a visit to New York, and was carry
ing back $7,000 in subscriptions,
which, with a knowledge of the. na
tive methodSi of exchange, sbe had
secreted in her baggage instead of
forwarding through one of the ex
tortionate native banks.
At Jerusalem she had join'ed the
caravan, under the protection of the
Sheikh Abdullah, to insure her safe
arrival unmolested by desert nomads.
And now Damascus was only two
days' journey- away, and the little
package reposed in the saddle-bags
among her other possessions.
Miss Bingham put out her hand to
assure herself of its presence there.
But it was not there. It had' disap
peared during the noontide halt.
Her mind worked quickly. She re
membered now that she had left the
baggage for a couple of minutes to
speak to the sheikh. Somebody must
have suspected what it was she
guarded so carefully. The thief had
taken the money, and it was still in
his possession.
As the sheikh rode slowly back
Miss Bingham beckoned him. The
! old man came riding up on his mule.
"Somebody has stolen $7,000 from
my bag," she said quietly
Sheikh Abdullah looked at her be
nignly. "O foolish woman, why did
you not entrust its care to me?" he
asked. "Had it but known you had so
large a sum my head should have an
swered for its loss."
"Well, I guess it was foolish of
me," answered Miss Bingham, "but
anyway, one of your men has it", and
I'm going to get it back."
The sheikh stroked his beard re7
flectively. "Say nothing of this," he
answered, "and show no distress of
mind.' Before we reach- Damascus' it
shall be restored to you.'-'
"But why doii't you line up your
men at once and demand that they
oytiii tneii baga. ' asked Miss Bing
ham "(ju.Cn does iiot Culih ojiitiois in
bear-traps," rebionucu the siieiith,

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