The Daily Transcript (Norman, Okla.), Vol. 4, No. 71, Ed. 1 Friday, September 8, 1916 Page: 3 of 4
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NORMAN DAILY TRANSCRIPT
X
The Red^Mirage
A Story of the French Legion
in Algiers
By I. A. R.WYLIE
(All rights reserved. The Bobt*-Merrill Co.)
When Sylvia Omney. a beautiful Eng-
girl, returns from a search In Algiers
for her missing brother, her lover. Rich-
ard Farquhar. finds she has fallen In love
with Captain A maud of the Foreign
Legion. In Captain Sower's room Far-
quhar gets deliberately drunk, but when
young I'reston loses all his money to
Lowe, a .shady character. Farquhar forces
Sower to have Preston's I O. U'a re-
turned to him. Farquhar Is helped to his
rooms by Gabrlelle Smith. Sower demands
an apology. Kefused. he forces Farquhar
to resign his commission in return for
rios8enslon of Farquhar's father's writ-
en confession that Iip had murdered Sow-
er's father. Gabrielle saves Farquhar
from luicldr Farquhar tells his mother
that he is going to find hie father If the
latter Is alive. To shield Arnaui* Sylvia's
fiance, he professes to have stolen war
plans and tells the real culprit why he
did so. As Itichard Nameless he joins the
Foreign Legion and sees Sylvia, now
Mme. a maud, meet Colonel Destinn.
Farquhar meets Sylvia and Gabrielle. ami
learns from Corporal Goetz of the col-
onel's cruelty Arnaud becomes a drunk-
ard and opium smoker. Sylvia becomes
friendly with Colonel Destinn Arnaud
becomes jealous of Farquhar.
Why should Richard Name-
less refrain from telling Sylvia
the blunt truth about his great
honor sacrifice for her sake?
She is a shallow woman who
ruthlessly threw him over for
another* Do such women de-
serve the fine consideration the
world owes Its best women?
CHAPTER VI—Continued.
Richard Nameless turned back to the
desert. The Arabs bad risen and an
elder was praying aloud, bis aged,
tremulous voice leading the richer unl-
•on of the worshipers behind him.
"With my face to Mecca and with a
■lncere heart I offer my prayers to
Allah—M
Mirage! For those dark-faced desert
children Mecca opened the gates of
Paradise; for this dream of unknown
happiness they waited and prayed, and
when their time came passed through
the great shadow with fearless, trium-
phant confidence.
He went back to his work. With
fierce, dogged energy he pulled away
the deep-rooted weeds and brought a
pathetic look of care and order iuto his
corner of the wilderness. For a mo-
ment he lingered over the grave which
Goetz had tended. The buld yet elo-
quent Inscription touched him. He
wondered vaguely who Philip Grey
had been; if he, too, had paid a price
and In the last hours of horror had still
been satisfied.
Two women had entered the ceme-
tery. Their white-clad figures flashed
gayly in between the dark graves, and
a clear, silvery laugh mingled with the
final Arab prayer—
"La Ilaha ilia Mlahu!"
The younger woman stopped an In-
stant and pointed with the tip of her
parasol at the broken remnant of a
cross.
"Look at these beads! Aren't they
ridiculous? And the inscription—Just
a number, like a convict's." She
glanced back over her shoulder at her
companion. "Miss Smith, I believe you
are frightened. Do you think there are
ghosts here? Well, perhaps there are,
but I don't mind."
As yet the man standing immobile,
hidden amid the forest of crosses, had
escaped her notice. But he had heard
her now, and, shadowy and ghostlike
enough in the dying light, awaited her
approach. At the foot of the English-
man's grave she hesitated. The Inscrip-
tion attracted her. With puckered
brows she spelled out the badly cut
letters, her soft voice touched with
just the faintest Ironical interest
"Philip Grey—No. 3112—Foreign Le-
gion."
Then she looked up involuntarily and
saw the man who watched her, his
hand gripping the head of the cross.
It was very quiet now. The Arab
prayer was silenced, and the white
figures of the worshipers had vanished
in the long olive grove leading back
to Sidl-bel-Abbes. Sylvia Arnaud's
voice, when she spoke at last, sounded
strained and harsh in the absolute
quiet
"Richard!" and then again, "Richard
Farquhar 1"
He shook his head. "Not Richard
Farquhar now," he answered. "Rich-
ard Nameless."
She seemed not to understand. Her
lips were a little parted iu the ex-
pression that he remembered. She
looked plteously frightened and incred-
ulous.
"I am sorry to have frightened you,"
he said gently. "I did not mean that
you should ever see me—but you came
fo suddenly, and out in tills desolate
place you were the last person I ex-
pected. Forgive me."
•«Yes—yes, it is a desolate place—it
makes me frightened. But I was told
It was something I ought to see—and
• few minutes ago I wasn't frightened
at all. Now—I see ghosts every-
where."'
"I am one of them," he said.
She brushed her hand over her fore-
head as though indeed trying to dispel
some terrifying specter. Her feeble
effort to regain her previous laughing
couriffe failed. She was white and
treniDlJuff.
"I am No. 4005 of the Foreign L<v
gion," he said. "Is there anything
else that you need understand?"
"Yes—I must. I feel as though one
of us two were mad. The Foreign Le-
gion Is just the last resort for all the
riffraff of the world—criminals, gam-
blers, cheats—"
"I am one of them."
She was silent a moment, looking at
him with large, thoughtful eyes, out of
which the fear had passed. When she
spoke again her voice was full of a
smothered tenderness.
'I have thought of you so much late-
ly, Richard. I couldn't understand
why it was. You haunted me. It
was as though something in the place
made me think of you. I remembered
all your little movements, the way you
looked. 1 seemed to see you in others.
I grew almost—how shall I say?—
homesick for you."
"You should have forgotten," he In-
terrupted roughly. "I have gone out
of your life. Look upon me now as
what I am now—a mere shadow."
"Richard, what have you done?"
The tenderness had deepened. He
clenched his hands in a movement of
uncontrollable pain.
"Hasn't your husband told you?"
"No. We never mention your name.
To me it is sacred."
"For God's sake, Sylvia—" He
straightened up, his black brows mark-
ing a straight line across his face. "I
was turned out of the army for be-
traying rpy country's secrets."
"You—a traitor! Why?"
The monosyllable was like the stab
of a knife In the silence.
"For a woman."
She drew back. Her eyes were dark
pools In which he saw no expression.
"What woman?"
He bowed gravely.
"Madame Arnaud, I have still honor
enough left to remember the discre-
tion imposed upon honorable men."
She turned away from him. He
could see nothing but her profile, the
"You a Traitorl Whyr
exquisite, almost flawless profile, cut
agaiust a background of mingling gold
and emerald. Her hands rested crossed
on the handle of her parasol. She had
grown suddenly very calm and delib-
erate.
"I told you that I had thought of
you, Richard," she said quietly. "I did
not tell you how I thought of you. Do
you remember our last meeting, or has
that be<?u eclipsed by other more lovely
memories?"
"Silvia, be silent! I dare not listen
to you. You don't know what you
are saying—"
"I know what I am saying, and you
must listen. When a man destroys
something, it is no more than just that
he should see what he has done. You
have destroyed something—an ideal, a
dream, my faith in honesty and good-
ness. You were the one man I be-
lieved and trusted. And now you are
like the rest—nothing—nothing." She
turned away. "I wish to God I had
not met you, Richard."
He did not attempt to detain her.
He stood there like a man struck to
death by a treacherous blow, and she
went on down the path to the gate
where her companion waited for her.
There she paused for a moment
"I want you to go back to that
man," she said carelessly, "ne is an
old acquaintance who went wrong, and
it might be rather unpleasant for my
husband if he grew Importunate. Tell
him that on no account must he speak
to me again. It Is very regrettable,
but mistakes of that sort bring their
own punishment. You understand,
Miss 8-nlth?"
"Yes, Madame Arnaud."
"Thank you. I will wait for you
outside the public cemetery. It Is get-
ting dark—"
Miss Smith went slowly back along
the narrow gravel path. The man had
not moved. He was gazing out on to
the flery waste now dying beneath
extinguishing mantle of the night, and
neither heard nor saw. She touched
him on the arm.
"Mr. Farquhar!"
He turned slowly and stared at her.
Though he recognized her, his face was
blank and hard and terrible.
"Miss SmithV"
"Yes, Gabrielle Smith. You see,
after all, we have met again. Won't
you shuke bauds?"
His eyes wandered past her down
the path.
"No. You ought not to he speaking
to me. A respectable woman does not
speak to a common soldier of the
Legion.
"Doesn't she? How Interesting!
One is always learning In this wonder-
ful civilization of ours. Only as it
happens I atn not respectable. I told
you that once before."
Her cool irony brought a flash of
insane laughter to his eyes.
"Who the devil are you. then?" he
asked savagely.
"Dear me, you have quite lost your
nice English indifference, Mr. Far-
quhar. I'm not sure it isn't an im-
provement Who I am? Well, you
know my name, and at the present mo-
ment I am companion to Madame Ar-
naud—helping her to forget that she
isn't English any more. English peo-
ple think it's wrong to admire for-
eigners. It's their Idea of patriotism.
Madame Arnaud assures me she must
have a bit of dear old Engljind about
her, and 1 am the bit. That's all."
"Why did you come?"
He was looking at her again.
Through the dusk she saw the white,
tortured suspeuse on the hard face.
She wore a rose in the severe corsage
of her dress. She took it and handed
it to him.
"She sent you this—In token of re-
membrance."
He took her hand and kissed it.
"You have come like an angel Into
my life," he said.
He watched her until her small, en-
ergetic figure had disappeared among
the shadows.
In the distance a bugle called a mel-
ancholy retreat.
He lifted the rose reverently to his
lips.
CHAPTER VII.
A Meeting.
In Sidl-bel-Abbes there Is a pleasant
avenue, shaded by silver birch and red-
olent of all the sweet perfumes of the
East, where the local potentates gather
in a select exclusive circle. In the
courtyard of one such of these houses
Colonel Destinn sat and smoked an
after-tea cigarette. His kepi lay on
the broad balustrade beside him, and
his head was thrown back in an atti-
tude of easy contentment.
"You pour out tea charmingly,
m ada me," he said. "A second cup
would stifle the last regret that I
should have gone so far against my
principles as to drink a first"
She looked up at him. The soft re-
flection from the low, white walls
around them enhanced her ethereal
beauty and added the subtle glamour
with which the eastern light surrounds
the least and most lovely object. Very
delicately she obeyed his request, the
soft, rich lace sleeve of her teagown ,
slipping back to reveal the rounded !
arm and slender over-fragile wrist |
"Do your principles compel you to j
live only for your soldiers?" she asked j
lightly.
He laughed.
" 'Living for them' is perhaps too
much of a euphemism," he said. "They
would be more grateful If I did the
other thing. But otherwise it is true.
| I have not put my foot under a hos-
i pltable roof for twenty years."
"Had you no one who—" She hesi-
tated, a sudden color in her cheeks,
and he leaned forward, his hands
loosely Interlocked between his knees,
his handsome, ruthless face grave and
intent
"No, I hadn't anyone, Madame Ar-
naud."
Her gaze faltered under his steady,
piercing eyes.
"What is your country, Colonel De-
stinn?"
"I do not know, madame. I have
forgotten." Tlv re was a little silence,
in which the fountain played a silvery
intermezzo, and then he went on In
an altered tone: "You are the first per-
son who has made wish to remember."
She was looking up at him again
with a studied frankness, behind which
there lurked something hypnotized, fas-
cinated.
He turned carelessly from her.
"Ah, Arnaud, you there? You see.
I have been breaking up the principles
of years to entertain your wife. If
you leave her too much alone you will
find these English roses fade very
quickly In this dreary place. Man,
don't look as If you had seen the
devil."
The young officer, hesitating on the
edge of the low veranda, recovered
himself with an effort.
"My colonel—I was taken aback. I
had not expected—but I am delighted
and most honored. I beg of you to let
me enjoy the pleasure—"
"No, no, Arnaud. We see enough of
each other elsewhere, and, moreover,
I have a pressing engagement with
three deserters from the Eleventh com-
pany. Au revoir, madame—and thank
you!"
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INSPECTING U. S. CAMPS
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Often the spirit of perseverance
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Always sure to please, Red Cross rtaJt
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Dr. Klchard I\ Strong of llarvurd
university, specialist on sanitation and
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Strong Is looking over the sanitary
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the American troops In Mexico. When
the great typhus plague swept Serbia
last year it was Doctor Strong who
was chosen to head the expedition
sent out by the Red Cross and the
Rockefeller foundation to stamp ou!
the disease In that stricken country
To him Is due the credit of having
wiped out the plague.
VINCENT ASTOR AN ENSIGN
er baths are few and far between in dry, dusty Mexico, but our boys
with Pershing's force in that country are not to be stumped by the absence of
running water. At this camp they have constructed a bathhouse of tree limbs
covered with leaves and herbage; a pipe was sunk Into the ground and a pump
fitted on top. One soldier pumps water up Into the barrel while his tent mate
stands under the improvised shower and enjoys the "Niagara."
ARRESTED IN FRISCO BO MR CASE
How soon do you think that
Sylvia's flirting with Colonel £
Destinn will cause Tragedy to V
stalk abroad In the Foreign Le- ?<
gion. It seems plain that Mme. i-
Arnaud knows she ii playing s
with fire.
(TO DE CONTINUED.)
W
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UTriiL'e. Thev nre said t
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