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Georg* Perdvml Algernon Jones. r\ce frrc*l<l»*nt of the Metropolitan Oriental Rug company of New York, thirsting for romance, la In Cairo on a business trip. Horace Ryanne arrive* at the hotel In Cairo with u carefully guarded bundle. Ryanne sells Jone* the famous holy Yhl ord*?» rug which he admits having stolen from a pasha at Bagdad. Jone* meets Major Callahan and later Is Introduced to Fortune Chedsoye by a woman to whom he had loaned 150 pounds at Monte Carlo some months previously, and who turn* out to be Fortune’s mother. Jone* takes Mrs. Chedsoye and Fortune to a polo gam*. Fortune returns to Jones the money borrowed by her mother. Mrs. Chedsoye appears to be engaged In some mysterious enterprise unknown to the daughter. Ityanne interests Jones In the United Romance and Adventure com pany. a concern which for a price will arrange any kind of an adventure to or der. Aim. Chedsoye. her brother. Major Callahan. Wallace and Ryanne. as the United Romance and Adventure company, plan a risky enterprise Involving Jones. Ryanne makes known to Mrs. Chedsoye his Intention to marry Fortune. Mrs. Chedsoye declares sho will not permit It. Flans uro laid to prevent Jones sailing for home Ryanne steals Jones' letters and cable dispatches He wires agent In New York. In Jones’ name, that he Is renting house In New York to some friend*. Mahomed, keeper of the holy carp**t. Is on Kynnnw’s trail. Ryanne Jroml»en Fortune that he will see that ones comes to no hnrrn as a result of his purchase of the rug. CHAPTER l)i.—(Continued.) “Ten years aRo,” abstractedly. “What a lot of things may happen In ten years! Deaths, births, marriages,” he went on; “the entitling out of king doms and republics; wars, panics, famine; honor to some and dishonor to others. It kind of makes a fellow grind his teeth, little girl; it kind of mnkes film shut his lists and long to run amuck." “Why should a strong, Intelligent man, such as yon are, think like that? You aro resourceful and unafraid. Why should you talk like that? You *re young, too. Why?” Ho stopped and looked full Into her «yes. “Do you really wish to know?” “Had I better?" with a wisdom be yond her years. “No, you had better not. I’m not a good man, Fortune, as criterions go. I’ve slipped hero and there; I’ve gam bled and drunk and squandered my time. Why, in my youth I wns as model a hoy as ever was Perclval. Where the divarication took place I can't say. There’s always two forks In the road, Fortune, and many of us take the wrong one. It'a easier going. Fine excuse; eh? Some persons would oal! me a scoundrel, a black leg; In »ome ways, yea. Hut In the daya to come I want you nlwaya to remember the two untarnished spots upon my shield of honor: I have never cheat ed a man at cards nor run away with his wife. The devil must give me these merits, busrsver painful ft may be to him. Tel years ago, only a decade; good Lord! It's llko a hun dred yearg ago, sometimes." Fortune with difficulty. Never before had he taken her Into his conlldenee to such extent. She essayed lo speak; tho old terror ■eomod fairly to smother her. It was not what ho had told her, but what •he wished to but dared not ask. She wna llko Bluebeard's wife, only she had not tho moral courage to open the door of tho grisly closet. . . . Her mother, her uncle; what of them, ah, what of them? The crooked street vanished; the roar dwindled nway; •he was alone, all, all alone. "I suppose 1 ought not to have told you,” ho unld troubled nt the misery bo saw gathered In her eyes and vaguely conscious of what had written It there "Your mother and uncle have been very kind to mo. They know less of mo than you do. I have been to them a kind of errand boy; a happy-go-lucky fellow, who cheered thi m when they had the doldrums.” With forced cheerfulness ho again took her hand and snuggled It under his arm, giving It a friendly reassur ing pat. "I'll not s|>eak to you of love, child, but a hair of your head Is more precious to mo than all Midas' gold. Whenever I'vo thought of you, I've tried to be good. Honestly." "And can’t you go back to the be ginning and start anew?” tremulously. "Can any one go back? Tho moving finger writes. An hour Is a terrible thing when you look to seo what can happen In It. I tut. come; sermons! I'd far rather see you smile. Won't you?" She tried to, but to him It wns sad der than her tears would have been. For an hour they walked through tho dim and tnusty afreets. Ho exert ed himself to amuse her and fairly succeeded. Hut never did tho unac countable fear, that presage of misfor tune. sleep In her heart. And at last, when he took her to her carriago and bado her good by till dlnnor, a half formed Idea began to grow In her brain; to save Mr. Jones without be traying Ityanne. The latter's carriage wns nt the oth er end of tho bazaars; so lie strode sullenly through tbo press, rudely el bowing those who got In his way. An occasional curse was flung after him; but bta height, his breadth of shoul der, his lowering face, precluded any thing more tctlve. The Moalema had g deal of faith In tho efficacy of cursea; so tho Jostlod ones rested up on the promise of tlese, satisfied that directly o> 1* tbs near future, Allah would blast the unbelieving dog In bis tracks. What cleverness the mother and Bcallawag of an uncle bad shown to have kept the child in Ignorance all these years! That she saw darkly, as through a fog, he was perfectly sure. Sooner or later the storm would burst upon heT Innocent head, and then God alone knew what would become of her. Oh, damn the selfish, sordid world! At that Instant a great long ing rolled over him to cut loose from all these evil webs, to begin an<vw somewhere, oven If that Bomewhere were but a wilderness, a clearing In a forest This moment flashed and was gone. Next, he reviewed with chagrin and ir ritation the folly of his ultimatum of the preceding night. He had had not the slightest semblance of a plan In his head. Sifted down, he saw liiB savage and senseless humor and the deBlre to stir up discord. Oloconda was right Fortune was above them all. In feeling. In instinct, In loyalty. What right had he, roisterer by night thnt he was, predaceous outlaw, what right had he to look upon Fortune as Ills own? Harm her! He would have lopped ofT his right hand first. Well, he had but little time, and Perclval Algernon called for prompt action. The young tool was smitten with Fortune Any one could see that. As he shouldered his pathway to the carriage, his eyes seeing but not vis ualizing objects, three brown men glided in between him and the car riage step. CHAPTER X. Mahomed Laughs. The drawing hack of Hyanne'a pow erful arm was produced by the stimu lus of self preservation; but almost Instantly thought dominated Impulse, and all Indications of belligerency dis appeared. The arm sank, relaxed. It wbb not possible nor politic that Ma homed-El-Gebcl meant to tako repris al In thlB congested quarter. It would have gained him no advantage what ever. And Ityannc's perception of the exact situation enabled him to smile with the cool effrontery of a man In ured to sudden dangers. "Well, well! So you have found your way to Cairo, Mahomed?" "Yes, efTcndl," returned Mahomed, with a smllo that answered Rynnne’s In thought and expression, the only perceivable difference being In tbo ac centuated whiteness of his fine teeth. "Yes, I have found you." "And you have been looking for me?” "Surely." Hyanne, with an airy gesture, signi fied that ho wished to enter his car riage. Mahomed, with a movement equally light. Implied his determina tion to stand his ground. "In a moment, effdndl," he said smoothly. Mahomed spoke English more or lesß fluently. His career of forty-odd years had been most colorful. Once n young sheik of the desert, of ample following, a series of tribal wars left him unattached, a wanderer without tent, vlllngo or onion-patch. He had tlrst appeared In Cairo. Hero he had of necessity picked up a few words of English; and from a laborer In the cot ton Holds he wns eventually graduated to tho envied position of dragoman or guide. Ho tired of this, being nomndlc by Instinct and inclination, lie tried his hnnd at rugs In Smyrna, failed, nnd found himself stranded In Constanti nople. He drifted, became a steve dore, a hotel porter, burying his pride 4111 that moment when ho could, In dignity and security, resurrect It. For tune, banging fire, relented upon his appointment as eavass or messenger to the Ilrltlsh Consulate. After a lime, ho became what ho considered prosperous; nnd like all fnnatlc pa gans of his fnlth, proposed to recon struct his religious life by n pilgrim ago to Holy Mecca. While there, ho had performed a considerable aervlco In behalf of tho future I’asha of Hag dad, who thereufter gave him a place In his retinue. Mahomed was not only proud but wise; and a series of events, sequences of his own shrewdness, pushed him forward till he became In deed, If not In fact, tho Pasha's right hand man In llagdad. That quaint city, removed as It Is from tho ordinary hlghwaya of the Orient, Is still to most of us an echo remote nnd mysterious; nnd the present Pasha enjoys great privileges, over property, over life and death; and It Is not enlarging upon fact to say that when he deems It necessary to lop off a head, he does so, without consulting his master In Constanti nople. It Is all In the bustnenn of a day. Next to his celebrated pearls nnd rosc-dlamonds, tho Pasha held as his most precious treasure, the Holy Yhlordos. And for Us loss Mahomed knew that his own head rested but In securely upon his lean neck. That his star was still In ascendancy he be lieved. Tho Pasha would not be In llagdad for many weoks. Tho revolu tion In Constantinople, the sucoeas of the Young Turk party, mndo tho Pasha's future Incumbency a matter of conjecture. While he pulled those The Carpet from Bagdad by HAROLD MacGRATH AxdKor of HEARTS AND MASKS the MAN ON THE BOX Illustrations by Ai.G.. . , COPYRIGHT 1911 by 80883 - MERRILL COMPAMY • wires familiar to the politician, Ma homed set out bravely to recover the stolen rug. He was prepared lo pro ceed to any length to regain It, even to the horrible (to bis Oriental mind) necessity of buying It. He retained his travel-worn garments circumspect, ly, for none would believe that hie burnouse was well lined with English hank-notes. "Well?" said Ryanne, whirling hla cane. Ho was by no means at caße. There was going to be trouble some where along the road. "I have come for the Yhlordes, ef fendl.” "The rug? That's too bad. I haven't IL" "Who has?" One fear beset Mahom ed's heart; this dog, whom he called effendl, might have sold It, since that must have been tho ultimate purpose of the theft And If he had sold It to one who had left Egypt . . . Ma homed's neck grew cold. "Who has It, effendl? Is the mss still in Cairo?" ''Ycb. If you and your two friend* will como with me to tho Engllsh-Uar, I'll explain many things to you,” as sured Ryanne, Beginning, as he be lieved, lo see his way forward. "Don't be nfrnid. I'm not setting any trap for you. I'll tell you truthfully that I didn’t expect to Beo you so soon. If you'll como along I’ll do the best I can to straighten out the matter. What do you say?” Mahomed eyed him with keen dis trust. This white man was as strong In running ns he was In flesh. He had had practical demonstrations. Still, whatever road led to the recovery of the rug must needs be traveled. His arm, though It still reposed In a sling was not totally helpless. It stood threo to one, then. Ho spoke briefly to his companions, over whom he seemed to have some authority. Thes« two Inventoried the smooth faced Fer- Inghl. Ono replied. Mahomed ap proved. Three to one, and In these streets many to call upon, In ease of open hostilities. The English Har Ma homed knew tolerably well. He had known It In the lawless and reveling "I Have Corns for the Yhlordes, Effendl.” eighties. It would certainly ho neu tral gruund. since the proprietor wns a Oreek. With a dignified sweep of his hnnd, he signed for Ryanne to get Into the carriage, llyanno did so, relieved. He was certain that he could bring Mahomed round to a reasonable view of the affair. Ho was even willing to give him a little money. Tho threo Arabs climbed In beside him, snd the Journey to the hostelry wns made without talk? llyanno pretended to be vastly Interested In the turmoil through which tbo carriage rolled, now swiftly, now hesitant, now at a stand still, and again tortuously. Once Ma homed felt beneath his burnouse for his money; and once Ryanne, In the srstsnse of Meklng a cigar, felt for hla. They were rather upon even terms In the adjudication of each oth er's character. The Engllah-Bar waa not the most Inviting place. Sober, Ryanne had never darkened Its doors. The odor of garlic prevailed over the leaser smells of bad cooking. It was lighted only from the street, by two windows and a door that swung open all the days In the year. The windows were generally half obscured by bills an nouncing boxing-matches, wrestling bouts and the lithographs of cheap theaters. The walla were decorated In a manner to please the Inherent Anglo-Saxon taste for strong men, fast horses, and ptnk-tighted Venuses. A few Iron-topped tables littered both room and sidewalk, and here were men of a dozen nationalities, sipping coffee, drinking beer, or aolemnly watching the water-bubbles In their Sheeshaa, or pipes. A curious phase of this class of un der-world Is that no one la curious. Strangers are never questioned except when they Invite attention, which they seldom do. So, when Ryanne and his quasi-companions entered, there wasn't the slightest agitation. A blowsy bar maid stood behind the bar, polishing the copper Bplgots. Ryanne threw her a greeting, to which she responded with a smirk that once upon a time had been a smile. He, being mastet of ceremonies, selected a table In the corner. Tho four sat down, and Ryanne plunged Intrepidly Into the business under hand. To make a tool of Ma homed, If not an ally, toward this he directed his effort. Half a dozen times, Mahomed dropped a word In Arabic to the other two, who understood little or no English. "So, you see, Mahomed, that's the way the matter standi. I'm not so much to blame as you think. Here this man Jones haß me In a vise. If I do not get this bit of carpet, off I go, Into the dnrk. Into nothing. I handled you roughly, I know. But could I help It? It was my throat or youra. Y'ou're no chicken. You and that other chap made things exciting." Mahomed accepted this compliment to bla prowess In silence. Indeed, he gaxed dreamily over Ryanne's head. The other fellow wouldn't trouble any one again. To Mahomed It had not been tho battle, man to man; It bad been the guile and trickery leading up to It. He had been bested at his own game, duplicity, and that Irked him. Death, be, as his kind, looked upon with Oriental passivity. Ah, well! The gamo was to have a sec ond Inning, and he proposed to play It In strictly Oriental ways. “How much did ho give you for It?" Tho expression upon Ryanne’s face would have deceived any one but Ma homed. "Give for * It!” Indignantly. "Why, that’s the whole trouble. All my trouble, all the hard work, end not a piaster, not a plaster! Can't you understand. I had to do It?" "Is he going to sell It?" "Sell It? Not he! He's a collector, and crazy over the thing.” Mahomed nodded. He knew some thing of the habltß of collectors. “Is he still In Cairo, and where may he be found?" Ryanne began to believe that the game was going along famously; Ma homed was sure of It “He la George P. A. Jones, of Morti mer & Jones, rich rug dealers of New York. Money no obJecL” Though his face did not show it, Ma homed was singularly depressed by this news. If tht* man Jones had money, of what use was his little pack et of notes? “I must have that rug, effendl. There are two reasons; It Is holy, and the loss of It means my head.” “Good riddance!" thought Ryanne, a sympathetic look upon his face. "What have you to suggest In the way of a plan?" asked Mahomed. Ryanne felt a tingle of Jubilation. He saw nothing but plain-sailing Into port. But Mahomed had arranged to guide his craft Into the whirlpool. On to himself he kept up a ceaseless re iteration of—" Patience, patience, pa tience!” Said Ryanne: “You do not care how you get tho rug, so long as you do get It?" "No, effendl." Mahomed smiled. "A little rough work wouldn't dis turb you?" "No, It would not” "Well, then, listen to me. Suppose you arrange to take my friend Jones Into the desert for a little trip. Be hla dragoman for a while. In fact, kidnap him, abduct him, steal him. You can hold him In ransom for the rug and a nice little sum of money besidos." "Can they do such things these days In Cairo?" "Why not?" “Truly, why not?" Mahomed sat thoughtfully studying the outrageous prints on the cracked walls. Had he dared he would have laughed. And he had thought this dog cunning be yond all his kind! "I agree. Bat the arrangements I must leave to you. Bring him here at nine o'clock to night." he continued, leaning across the table Impressively, "and 1 will give you one hundred pounds Eng lish." Ryanne quickly assumed the expres sion needed to meet such splendid news. 'N Bay, Mahomed, that la pretty square, after what has passed between us.” i "It la nothing," gallantly. If Ryanne laughed In his sleeve, Ma homed certainly found ample room In hla for such silent and figurative each- Innatlona. He knew very well thnt Ryanne had reoelved a goodly sum for hla adventure. No man took hla life In hla hand to cancel an obligation which was not based upon disinterest ed friendship; and already the man had disavowed any such quality. Albo, ho bad not been a seller of rug! him self, or guardian of the Yhlordes all these years, without haring had some contact with collectors. Why, If there was one person dear at this moment to Mahom<"* El-Gebel's heart, It was this man sitting opposite. And he wanted him far more eagerly than the rug; only, the rug must be regained, I for Its loss was a passport Into para dise; and he wasn't quite prepared to ' he received by the hourls. ‘‘.Mr. Jonea, then, shall be here I promptly at nine,” declared Ryanno, I beckoning the barmaid. ‘‘What will you have?" Mahomed shook his head. His two companions, gathering the slgnlflcance of the gesture, likewise declined. "A smoke, then?” A smiling negative. “Beware of the Greek bearing gifts," laughed Ryanne. "All right You won't mind If I have a beer to the suo ceift of the venture?" "No effendl.” Ryanne drank the lukewarm bev erage, white Mahomed toyed with hie turquoise ring, that sacred badge of an honorable pilgrimage to Holy Mecca. ‘‘The young lady, effendl; she was very pretty. Your sister?" casually In quired Mahomed. "Ob, no. She li a young lady I met at tho hotel the other day," The liar! thought the Moslem, as he recalled the light In Ryanne’e eyes and the tenderness of his smiles. Ap parently, however, Mahomed lost In terest directly. "At nine o’clock to night, then, this collector will arrive to become my guest!" "By hook or crook," was the an swer. "11l have him here. Cosh upon delivery, as they say.” "Cash upon delivery," Mahomed re peated, the phrase being familiar to his tongue. "Frankly, I want this man out of the way for a while." "Ah!" "Yes. I want a little revenge for the way he has treated me.” "So It Is revenge?" softly. Traitor ous to both sides. "And when I get him here!" "Leave the r*at to me.” "Good. I’m off, then. Take him to Bagdad. It will be an experience for him. But when you get him there, keep an eye out for the Shah Abbas in the Pasha’s work-room." The affair had gone so smoothly' that Ryonne's usual keenness fell be low the mark; fatuity was the word. There had been so many twists to the morning that his abiding distrust of every one became, for the time being, edgeless. The trick of purloining the cable had keyed him high; the subse quent meeting of Fortune had de pressed him. And besides, he was too anxious to be rid of Jones to consider the possibilities of Mahomed’s state of mind. He got up, paid his score, turned a: Jest for the amusement of the bar maid, and went out to his carriage. His deduction still fallow, he rode away. Lord! how easy It had been. Not a hitch anywhere. And here, for, days, he had Imagined all sorts of things, and bis dreamß, a Jumble of dungeons, of tortures. He understood.' Tho old rascal’s own head hung In the balance. That’s what saved him. To Mahomed the rug waa the paramount feature; revenge (and he knew that Mahomed was longing madly, fiercely for It) must watt. And when Mahom ed turned hlB attention to this phase, why, he, Ryanne, would be at the oth er side of the Atlantic. It was very bard not to drop off at Shepheard'e and confide the wholo droll conspiracy to a bottle with a green and gilded neck. But, no; he had had no sleep the night before; wine and want of rest would leave him witless when the time came to seo that Perclval was safely stowed away. A fine Joke, a monstrous fine Joke! By-by, Perclval, old chap; pleasant Journey. The Unit ed Romance and Adventure company, gives you this little romance upon ap proval. If you do not like It, return It ... If you canl Mahomed sat perfectly still In his chair. His two companions watched him carefully. The mask bad fallen, and their master's face was not pleas ant to see. Suddenly he laughed. The barmaid stopped at her work. She had somewhere heard laughter Ilk* that It gave her a ahlver. Where had she beard It? Yea, that was IL A man who had played the devil In an opera called Fawst or something Ilk* that. Would she ever see dear old foggy London again? With a vain sigh she went on rinsing the glasses and coffee-cups. When George rolled out of bed It was eleven. He bathed and dressed, absolutely content, regretless of th* morning hours be bad wasted. Truth to tell, he hadn't enjoyed sleep so thoroughly In weeks. He set to work, ridding the room of Its clutter of books and clothes and what-nots. Might as well get the bulk of his pack ing out of the way while he thought of IL Why had he been In such a dreadful hurry to pull out? Cairo was Just now the most delightful place he knew of. To leave behind the blue skies and warm sunshine, and to face Instead the biting winds and northern snows, rather dispirited him. He paused, a pair of trousers dangling from his hand. Pshaw! Why not admit It frankly and honeßtly? Wherever For tune Chedsoye was or might be, tber* was the delectable country. H* hadn't thought to ask her when sh* waa to leave, nor whither sho was to go. The abruptness with which Bh* had left him the night before puzzled rather than disturbed him. Oh, wellf this old planet was neither so deep nor so round as it had once been. What with steamships and railroads, the so-called four ends were drawn closely together. He would ask her casually, as If It did not particularly matter. In Naples It would be an easy) matter to change his booking to New York. From Naples to Mentone waa only a question of a few hours. "I doesn't seem possible, Georg*, old boy, does it? But It's true; and there's no use trying to fool yourself that It Isn't Fortune Chedsoye; It will be a shame to add Jones to lt;i but I'm going to try.” He pressed down the last book, th* last collar, the last pair of shoe*, and sat upon the lid of the trunk. H* growled a little. The lock was always bothering him. It was wonderful how many things a chap could take out of a trunk and how plagued few he could put back. It did not seem to relieve the pressure If he added a steamer trunk hare or a suit-case there; ther* was always Just »o much there weint any room for. Truly, It needed a wom an's band to pack a trunk. However hla mother In the old school-days had got all hla belongings Into one trunk waa still an unsolved mystery. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Object to Large Hats in Church. The ecclesiastical authorities at Font, near the 811eslan frontier, have taken action against women who per sist In wearing large hats In church. They complain that they are a source of Inconvenience during communion, ss the priest has to stoop too muoh. The women have been Invited to wear bats with narrow brims whan thap come to church.