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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.

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