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By Rosita Forbes
Copyright by Rosita Forbes
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STORY FROM THE START
Rosemary Crofton is visiting
the governor's palace in Fez
Morocco, with her aunt, Lady
Tregarten. A Frenchman, De
Vries, makes love to her, He tells
her of the Kaid, a mysterious
person in the service of the
sultan. Rosemary repulses De
Vries’ love. Next morning, while
riding, she is thrown from her
horse and rendered unconscious.
CHAPTER II
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It was there that a party of tribes
men found her. A servant pushed up
to the bridle rein of the chief and
pointed silently to the girl. Two men
dismounted. “By Alleh, she is living.
What shall we do?”’
“Leave her. She is not of our
people,” urged a sullen tribesman.
“We have suffered enough from the
foreigner.”
“Mercy is from Allah,” returned the
headman. “It is not permitted to
leave even an infidel without help.”
He signed to his servants. One of
them picked up the girl and hoisted
her across the saddle of his fellow.
The cavalecade resumed its way.
The jolting eventually aroused Rose
mary. She opened her eyes painfully,
blinked at the dark face above her-—
another dream, of course—would the
night never end? She felt a man’s
arms around her, thought of De Vries,
and moved impatiently. A voice mut
tetred something she did not under
stand. There was an unpleasant taste
in her mouth. One cheek was stiff
and when she touched it she felt some
thing warm and damp in her hair.
With a great effort she clutched at
memory. She seemed to be dragging
it back to her, tangibly and in pleces.
“Who are you, what are you doing?”
she asked in French, and realized that
the aroma which revolted her nostrils
came from the sweat-stained garments
of the Arab, who held her crushed be
tween the pommel and his chest. The
headman backed his horse alongside.
“Marhaba, greetings,” he said. “You
are quite safe. We found you hurt,
and we are taking you to a farm
where there are women.”
Rosemary did not understand. She
was bewildered and exhausted, but not
frightened. The tribesmen repeated
simultaneously the word “safe,” and
pointed cheerfully ahead, nodding and
gesticulating with the amiablility they
would have displayed toward a child
or an Idiot. Of course, all forelgn
women were mad, they knew, or why
should one young and suited to be
mother of many children be lying un
conscious on a hillside?
A couple of horses were running
loose. The headman caught the bridle
of one, offering it to Rosemary. She
was lifted into the saddle like a
bundle of merchandise, and there she
clung, unable to argue, scarcely car
ing, providing that soon this inte}-
erable jolting would cease and she
could rest her head, which felt like a
thing impaled on metal,
The tribesmen dismounted for the
noon prayers. The horses were turned
loose to graze, A servant made cof
fee, blowing a few twigs cunningly
into a blaze, There was much argo
ment, intricate, repetitive, and vocif
erous, as to what could be done with
the white woman, Rosemary had
stumbled Into the nearest shade and
collapsed, her head on her arm. A
tribesman rolled his blanket Into a
pillow for her. Another offered her
water, which she drank thirstily,
“We must leave her, She is not of
our blood,” Insisted the young men,
but their elders demurred.
“She will die here alone on the
mountain and her death will be a
curse to us, It Ils not wise to burden
our future with misfortune.”
When the sun was slanting down
ward, they roused the girl, forced her
to drink coffee, explained the situa
tion to her In the Arable she couldn't
understand, showed her how to wash
and bandage her head, and mounted
her on their quietest horse,
Rosemary, still dazed but intelll
gent enough to realize that she was in
unknown country, among men who
apparently meant her no harm, but
who would not brook argument, rode
pumbly between two Arabs, At first
she tried to explain her plight, urged
them to send her back, offered re
wards, stringing French and Arabic
into the plainest possible sentences,
but even the magle word “money” had
no effect. The tribesmen shook their
heads, pointing always forward, as if
the decision did not rest with them.
In starlight the weary horses plodded
up a goat track strewn with bowlders.
The path disappeared 'altogether
amidst a tangle of bush and rock
hung over them, In its shelter the
men dismounted and lin ten minutes,
after a hasty meal of fried mutton
and a flowery paste, fragments of
which Rosemary managed to force
down her throat, they were rolled up
in their blankets, asleep.
The cool wind was reviving Rose
mary. Her head felt better and she
looked with curiosity at the apparent
ly unsurmountable cliff behind her
and moonlit hills spread like a map
below her. For a moment she contem
plated flight, chewed the cud of the
idea, realizing its Impossibility, for
she was too tired to walk more than
a mile or two. Her thoughts grew
more and more inchoate until she
slept in her borrowed blanket and was
roused, In darkness, by a man shnklng}
her shoulder. ‘
The moon had set and the night
was close and still while, in single
file, the caravan wound along the oot
of the cliff. Rosemary, looking batk,
found the world had suddenly shut in
behind her. The chief rode ahead,i
slipping through impossible places,i
twisting eel-like between boulders.
Rocks towered upon either side, The
sky was blotted out. They were go
ing through a four-foot passage into
the mountains that France thought
impenetrable. A throb of excitement
shook Rosemary., There was a pass
after all. What would not such news
mean to France!
The rest of that night and the fol
lowing days were a nightmare, during
which she clutched the high pommel
in front of her with the desperation
born of her weakness, She must not
fall. She must stick on somehow,
At last they came to a plateati
overlooking a gully. There were
caves along one side and a goat herder
was seated under a bush, philosophi
cally watching his flocks, The horses
stopped of their own volition and
there was a general sigh of satisfac
tion. A big fire was lit, a goat bar
gained for, shrilly and at length.
While the servants skinned and
cooked it, the youthful herder brought
Rosemary a gourd full of milk, A
tribesman signaled the girl to enter
one of the caves. It was deep and
clean., A bed of branches covered
with a saddle rug appeared soft as
feathers after the interminable ride.
Hardly waiting to eat the savory
goat’s flesh, which a servant brought
her, Rosemary rolled Lerself into a
corner, too exhausted in mind and
body even to speculate on the future,
For ten hours she slept dreamless
ly. Then the sun woke her. It was a
shaft of gold on the floor and, blink
ing at it, the girl saw some one had
placed a leather bucket of water and
a rough plece of linen beside her.
She was enough recovered to smile, a
little grimly, at the suggestion it im
plied. She washed face and hands as
well as she could, combed her hair,
and youth trickled back into her veins.
“What an adventure!” she thought,
“How ridiculous that it should hap
pen to me!” “She beganh to wonder
about the purpose of the tribesmen,
ransom, perhaps, and a little fear
drifted in amidst the chaos of excite
ment, speculation and resentment. She
was struck, suddenly, with the full
realization of the situation and her
helplessness, It was so sudden that
her heart began thudding and she
stood, Dbreathing quickly, staring
blindly at the cave mouth, while a
quick crescendo of voices rose out:
side, Automatically, her mind regis
tered a new cadence among the
voices. She went out, bare headed,
and looked across the narrow plat.
form to where a group of swarthy
mountalneers, travel stalned and
dirty, were unsaddling thelr horses.
They were darker skinned than the
men of Uerga and they stared at her
with bold, appraising eyes. She turned
uncomfortably, heard an amazed
“Good Lord!” and found herself face
to face with an Englishman,
Speechlessly, they scrutinized each
other. Rosemary saw an ordinary
looking figure In stained khaki, and a
pleasant, weather-beaten face, very
dirty, with an expression of blank bhe
wilderment in the light, bloodshot
eyes. The man had an impression of
something slight and pale and femi
nine, with a raw scar running across
the forehead.
“What the devil are you doing
heré?”’ burst from him In his surprise,
and It was such a wild relief to her
to. hear English that the girl eaught
his arm with a heartfelt “Thank
God!"
A babble of Arab volces broke in on
them. Rosemary felt the muscles un
der her fingers stiffen,
“I'm so sorry,” she sald, retreating,
“You were such a surprise, Fallen
from heaven sort of thing. I don't
know why they brought me here,” she
ended, lamely, .
(TO BB CONTINUED,)
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[MPROVEMENTS ON
MANY HIGHWAYS
No other class of public improvements
has attracted a tithe of the attention
that has been given to the construc
tion of hard-surfaced highways dur
ing the last few years. Road build
ing, so long neglected in this country,
really began in a scientific manner
with the general intreduction of the
automobile as a means of rural trans
portation, says the Washington Post.
Until then the farm owner was more
intent in keeping down taxes than In
the improvement of roads.
The general use of motor-driven ve
hicles gave to the city dweller an in
terest in country roads that he had
never felt before. The result was the
alllance between rural and urban
dwellers in appeals to state legisla
tures to take over the construction
and care of main traveled roads.
Later came the movement for federal
aid. This was extended at first only
In a very small way, but-the appropri:
ations made by congress have grown
year after year until today there are
55,008 miles of federal aided high
ways, of which 9,400 miles were con
structed during 1926,
Equally important additions to the
total mileage of “good roads” through
state and county operations have been
added, so that today it is possible for
the motorist te drite over a hard road
from Atlantic City to San [rancisco.
This is the most important long-dis
tance highway in the country, touching
as it does Wheeling, Columbus, Indian
apolis, St. Louis, Denver, Salt Lake
City and Reno.
Another great transcontinental high
way is known as No. 30, from Atlantic
City, through Pennsylvania, Ohio, Illi
nois, Wyoming, Utah and on to Port
land, Ore, Still another road runs
from Boston to Buffalo, thence through
Canada, re-entering the United States
at Detroit, and on to the western line
of Michigan to Lake Michigan, by
ferry to Manitowoe, Wis., and thence
north to St. Paul and Minneapolis.
From this route the tourist may
branch off over excellent roads to the
South as far as New Orleans.
North and South, East and West
)hlghwuys have bews created, and
diagonals are in course of construc
tion everywhere. Since 1913 the states
have added thousands of millions to
their bonded indebtedness in the in
terest of good highways. The taxes
necessary ‘to bring about these results
seem to be the least burdensome of
any that the property holder is called
upon to pay. The American people
have awakened to the necessity for
good roads and are determined to have
the best, for gravel and macadam are
everywhere being replaced with as
phalt, concrete and brick.
North Carolina Roads
Earn Large Dividends
North Carolina’s road building cam
paign, extending over a period of five
years, has paid huge dividends, ae
cording to Frank Page, chairman of
the state highway system. More than
1,500 miles of conerete roads have
hisen built, averaging 18 feet wide,
Twe thousand busses carry children
over these roads. This is one of the
achievements the improved roads have
made possible, according to Mr. Page.
While the number of farms in the
country as a whole have been on the
decrease the number of North Caro
linn farms has been increased by 13,
000 during the last five years.
Moter registration in the state has
increased 2060 per cent since 1920,
leading the increase in the rest of
the country by 60 per cent. And in
directly this Incrensed motor registra
tion has paid for the highways in fees
and a four-cent gas tax,
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What's the use of having concrete
pavements when asphalt costs more?
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The Japanese government has under
consideration a ten-year road bullding
program.
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Another thing that seems to be need
ed 18 less street widening on paper and
more hetween the curbs,
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Although some progress is belng
made, a number of difficulties are
being experienced in road improvement
and construction in Ireland, according
to reports to the Department of Com
merce,
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The first paved road In the United
States Is In Alexandria, Va. The
stones used were brought as ballast In
ships from Europe, and were Inid by
Hessian prisoners during the years of
the American Revolution,
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PROFESSIONAL INSTINCT
A tailor had a great desire to hear
one of his customers a celebrated
tenor, sing. Obligingly, the tenor
gave him a couple of tickets for his
next appearence at the opera house.
Meeting him a few days later, he
asked whether he had enjoyed the
performance.
“Oh, it was awful!” replied the
tailor,
“Awful! What do yor. mean?”
“Your coat,” the other groaned, “it
was too tight under the arms.”
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enough to go in when it raing,
He—Does he?
She—He sure does.
He—Well, you tell him I stay in in
the first place.
Limited Appreciation
A very pretty play I saw. & ¥
Its morals no one could deplore.
1 clapped my hands and sald “Hurrah!™
. With only half a dozen more. ;
No Interest.in Life
Husband (anxiously) -My ‘wife
seems not to have the slightest inter
est In life. :
Doctor—What makes you think
that?
Husband—Well, I've tried her with
golf, billiards, football and racing, and
it's just like talking to a stone,
Explained
"Smith—- Saw you and your wife ou
walkihg yesterday and, funny thing!
—when you had to cross the street
she went over first, then you walit
ed your chance and followed,
Smart—O, that’. easily explained.
You see, we've just made our wills in
each other’'s favor.—The Pathfinder.
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Dad—Look here, Dorothy, I don't
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ging you!
Dot—Don't you know they're
scarcely more than boys, daddy?
They'll soon improve,
Intelligent Cornfed—in Style
She looks as If she Is “all there”
But goodness knows,
That is more'n 1 could truthfully say
say ’
About her clothes, ;
Difference
“How much do you usk for this
place?”’
“Ten thousand dollars”
“rhanks. I'm the tax collector.”
“You are? Well, I never was of
sered more than three for It.”
Boy, Shoot This
Reporter—l know a person who has
lived In one room all his life!
Editor—~Good! Get an Interview
right now. Who Is he?
Reporter—Our three-weeks-old baby |
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Insist upon genuine, “California Fig
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~ Epidemic’s Big Toll
An estimate of the deaths caused by
the influenza epidemie, 1918 and 1919,
was made by Laumonier in the Ga
zette des Hospitaux, September 30 and
October 2, 1919, He says that for the
total of eleven months, allowing for
analogous mortalities In Central Asia
and the IFar East, the world mortality
could easily have exceeded 25,000,000,
One kind of bark beetle alone de
stroys over $15,000,000 worth of tim
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