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A Story of Today and
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By GEORGE AGNEW CHAMBERLAIN
Copyright by the Century Company
SYNOPSIS.
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Alun Wayne Is sent nway from Red Hill,
ht« Jiomr, I.y hip uncle. .1 V hh a morn!
failure, (,'leni <lrink  Alan's health on his
birthday. Judge llealej defends Alan Id
his business with his   niploverx. Alan and
Alix. (Jerry's wife, nu-.-i at sen, homeward
bound, and start a flirtation. At home,
Oerry. as he thinks, sees Alix and Alan
eloping, drops everything, and goes to
Pernambuco, Alix leavca Alan on the
train and goes home. <!• rrv leave*- Per-
nambuco and goes to Piranhas. On a
canoe trip he meets a native ulrl. The
Judge f*!ls to trace Gerry. A baby is born
to Alix. The native girl takes Oerrv to
the ruirvd plantation tin* |* mistress of.
Gerry marries her. At Maple house rol-
Ungeford tells how he met Alan—"Ten
Per Cent Wayne"—building a bridge in
Africa Collingeford meets Alix and her
baby and gives her encouragement about
Gerry. Alan comes bark to town but does
not go home He makes several calls
In the city. Gerry begins to Improve Mar
aarita's plantation and builds at) irrigat-
ing ditch. In Africa Alan reads Clem's
letters and dreams of home. Gerry pas-
tures Ueber's cattle during the drought
A baby comes to Margarita ("oltlngeford
ITOMtf Alix in the city and finds her
changed. Alan meets Alix.
? Do you know the homo long-
!• Ing that comes to a fellow
stranded halfway round the
earth from his own dooryard?
Gerry and Jake, two forsaken
Americans, meet In these clr-
. cumstances in the heart of
South America and exchange
dream-talk.
CHAPTER XVIII—Continued.
"Why there's no Mr. Wayne ami
Mrs. Wayne—only J. Y's."
"And you don't know, Alnn?" asked
the Judge. "Well, I'll tell you. Mr.
Wayne and Mrs. Wayne—they were
Alan's father and his youug wife.
Their life was a hot tlauie that sud-
denly smothered itself in the clouds
of Its own smoke. The memory of the
clouds passed with theui hut the flame
—the flame burns on In the hearts of
nil who knew them. It will burn on.
That's why J. y. Is J. y. and that's
why It will always be J. V. and Mrs.
J. Y. to the Hill."
Alan said good-by In n hurried low
voice and started for the door but the
J11 dp1 called to blin: "Just a moment,
Alan, I'm coming with you."
The Judge found Alan waiting for
him on the steps as he hurried out.
"What are you doing for the rest of
the afternoon?" he asked.
"I'm sailing for South America If
there's a connection."
The Judge looked up surprised. "I
didn't know you had anything urgent
on." They walked on In silence for
some minutes, then the Judge said,
hesitatingly, "Alan, you're rushed, of
•■ourse, but If you could—If you can-
do one thing and put It down to my
account. Just drop In and see J. Y.
for a minute. Somehow 1 feel that
you can't see J. Y. the way he really
Is. Hut If you knew him, Alan, the
way I do, you'd know It's au honor
for any man to shake hands with J. Y.
Wayne. He lias a rare thing au un-
tainted hand. There Is a tale on
'change to the effect that a firm was
saved from a smash because J. Y.
walked up to its head and shook
hands with him 011 the floor."
"1 don't know," said Alan, "that J.
Y. wants to shake hands with me." He
spoke almost qnestionlngiy.
"1 don't know that he wants to, ei-
ther, my boy. But I do know this.
He's a Busy man, but there's never
a day that he's too rushed to think of
you."
Alan stopped and held out his hand.
"1 am much obliged to you," be said.
"I'm sorry I didn't think of It myself.
I m off to his office now. 11s soon as
I've telephoned Switlison."
J. Y. received his nephew with out-
stretched hand. His nigged face was
lit up with the rare smile that came
to It seldom, for it was the fur-fluug
ripple—the visible expression of a deep
commotion.
"1 Just dropped in, sir," said Alan,
"to say good-by. I'm off again to
South America. Africa seems to be
taking a year off."
ihey sat and looked at each other
for a moment and then J. Y. arose
and held out his band again. "If that's
the ease," lie said. "1 wou't keep you.
Good-by and good luck."
"Good-by, sir," said Alan.
As he reached the door J. Y spoke
again. Alan, he said, "I'm glad you
dropped In."
"I am too, sir," said Alan.
He was Just leaving the sedate old
otlice building, sandwiched in between
modern towers of Haliel, when a cab
drew up at the curb. The door opened
and a girl stepped out. She suddenly
stood still. Alan's eyes were drawn to
her and found tiers fixed on him He
drew a quivering breath. Clem stood
before him. She saw his hesitation
•nil a cloud came over the light in her
face. Her moist lips trembled. Their
bands met.
cooling pools. He did not wish ever
to speak again—ever to think again.
Anil then Clem laughed. Her eyes
wrinkled up. There was a gleam of
even teeth. The wind blew her furs
about her and lit the color In her
cheeks. "How solemn we are after
three years!" she cried. "Three years,
Alan. Aren't you ashamed?"
Alan felt a sense of sudden Insula-
tion as though she had deliberately
cut the current that had flowed so
strongly between them. "I am going
away," he stammered weakly and
waved at an approaching four-wheeler,
I'lled high with traveling kit and con-
voyed by his hurried but never flurried
servant.
Hut Clem stuck to her guns. "Iteal
ly?" she said with a glance at the
■oaded cab and with arching eyebrow;
Then her smile burst again. "You
can't expect me to be surprised, on
you? We seem to have a liablt of
meeting when you arc on the point of
going away. There. You must he In
a hurry. Good-by," and she held out
a gloved hand.
Alan's spirit was ever ready for wa
and this, lie suddenly perceived, wa
war. He braced himself and smiled
too. "Twice hardly amounts to a halv
it," he drawled. He had never drawled
to Clem before but then Clem had nev
er before taken up the social rapier
with him. "llesldes," he went on
there s a difference. I.ast time you
ran after me."
Clem's smile trembled, steadied it
self and then fought bravely back
"Yes," she said, "yes." And then her
eyes wavered and wandered. She
dropped his hand. "Good-by," she
said, the faintest catch In her voice
and hurried away to seek J. Y.
Alan stood and watched her. He
felt a sinking within him. "For
mess of pottage," he muttered and
then his servant touched his arm anx
lously and held out his watch, face up,
"You'll never make it, Mr. Wayne."
Alan turned 011 him but not angrily.
Perhaps not, Switlison, and perhaps
yes. You may go back to the flat. I'll
get along all right." And with that he
hurled himself at the cab. "Double
fare if you make the Battery In ten
minutes." lie shouted to the driver and
then settled back in the seat to pon-
der.
^ *'AIa": "h'' ""111 and be answered.
"Clem!"
And so they stood, his eyes Hied In
hers that were blue and deep. He felt
At last the rains came to the valley
and Fazenda I'Tores. (Jerry spent long
hours beside his sluicegate watching
for a rise in the river, but It did not
come. The torrent of rain was local
and he remembered that I.ieber had
told him that the floods—the great
floods—came from hundreds of miles
up the river and generally under a
brazen sky. Night, black night, had
fallen with the rain and he was just
turning to seek shelter from the un-
broken downpour when a voice raised
in song reached bis cars. He waited.
The voice drew nearer. In a nasal
tone, which somehow sounded familiar
though it was unknown to him. It was
chanting a long string of doggerel end-
ing In 1111 unvarying refrain. Finally
Gerry could make out the long-drawn
tail-end of the song: "coiuiu' down the
drawr."
Kngllsh! American! Cowboy mu-
sic! The Impressions came in rapid
succession. Gerry strove to pierce
tile darkness. He could hear the near-
by splash of careful mules, picking
their way through puddles with finick-
ing little steps. He felt a shadow in
the darkness and could just see above
It a blur of yellow. Behind it. more
shadows. On an Impulse he did not
stop to measure, he shouted In Kngllsh.
"Hallo, there!"
The doggerel was choked off in niiil-
fllght. The yellow blur came to a sud-
den stop and the nasal voice rang out
in quick staccato, "Speak again,
stranger, and speak quick!"
"It's all right," Gerry laughed back.
"Where are you bound for?"
"I'm headed down the drawr lookln'
for a chalk Hue where I c'n dry my
feet. What do you know?"
"Can you see the water In the ditch
at your right?"
asser, I can. I c'n see you, too."
"\V ell," shouted back Gerry, "your
eyes beat mine. Follow the ditch un-
til you come to a bridge. I'll meet you
there."
Gerry found the little cavalcade
waiting for him, six pack-mules, a na-
tive driver and, towering above tlieni,
a great lanky figure In a yellow oil-
skin slicker topped by a broad-
brimmed Stetson. Gerry looked over
the outfit as carefully as the darkness
would allow and then said tentatively,
"ihere's a bouse down there In the
valley."
"Is the'?" drawled the stranger spit-
tlug deliberately Into the ditch. "Well.
"my name's Jake Kemp. The rest of
this outfit Is six mules packlu' orchids
and the greaser pack In* the mules."
"That's all right," said Gerry, "I
guess we can put you up."
He led the way and the pack train
splashed along after him. The mules
were soon relieved of their burdens
and turned into the pasture. Boni-
facio took the native muleteer away
to Ids quarters and Gerry and the
stranger passed through the house to
the kitchen.
A patriarchal hospitality came nat-
urally to the Inmates of Fazenila
Flores. It was a tradition not only on
that plantation but throughout a vast
hinterland, where life was rude and
death sudden, to be gentle to the
stranger, to feel him and bis beast
and to speed tiim on in the early morn-
ing. 'I here was but one rule to the
stranger: He must keep his eyes to
the front. Jake Kemp had evidently
learned the brief code. He ate raven-
ously, poured down coffee with the
recklessness of a man that draws 011
a limitless power to sleep, and made
his few remarks to Gerry and to Ger-
ry alone.
Gerry was feeling a strange elation
that he strove in vain to account for.
This was an American but beyond that
they had nothing in common. New
York and Texas are connected only by
fiction. Perhaps it was Just curiosity.
Curiosity invaded him. What was a
I exas cowboy doing on the road past
Fazenda Flores with a mule-train of
orchids? As an opener he declared
himself. "My name's Gerry Lansing,"
he said. "I've settled down here."
"So?" said Kemp, as he drew from
his vest pockets the makings of a ciga-
rette. Gerry had seen the yellow pa-
pers anil the little bags of flaked to-
bacco. They struck convincingly the
note of the West. "Beckon you're fm
the States." drawled Kemp as he ac-
complished the cigarette.
"Yes," said Gerry and added, with
an idea to establishing a link, "like
you."
"Beckon you're f'm X00 Yinvk." was
Kemp's next deliberate contribution
to the conversation.
\\ ith that, talk lagged. Gerry in-
stinctively avoided the question direct
and Kemp vouchsafed nothing more.
Not till Gerry came upon hiin hitching
up his loads early next morning did
But Kemp was not offended. "Nh«,"
lie said. "1 hain't killed iny man—not
lately—nor anything like that. I left
it," he went on reminiscently, "because
1 couldn't he'p it. 1 got to dreamin'
nights of pn'ple cities."
"Purple what?" exclaimed Gerry.
Kemp took a cigarette from bis
mouth and almost smiled. "Never did
hear of The Pu'ple City, I reckon?"
'■erry shook his head. Kemp drew
a well-worn wallet from the capacious
inner pocket of his vest and took out
a ragged clipping. One could read in
the glaring moonlight and Gerry
glanced through the printed lines.
Then he read them through again.
THE PURPLE CITY.
As I sat munching mangoes,
• in the purple city's walls,
1 heard Hie cattish calling.
To the crawfish in the crawls.
J saw tile paper sunbeams.
.Sprouting from the painted sun;
I saw tiie sun was sullen,
l'or the day had but begun.
Of^ dusty desert sky-road.
Ten thousand miles and more.
Stretched out before the morning,
And tiie son sat I11 tlie door.
He sweated seas of sunshine.
As he started up the sky,
And lie drowned the purpie city.
In a tear-drop from his eye.
No more shall purple pansies
t.ooli up at purple pinks,
Nor purple roses rival.
The checks of purple minx.
Alas: for purple city,
And its purple-peopled balls!
Alas! for me and mangoes.
On tiie purple city's walls!
Gerry looked upon bis guest with
new wonder as he handed back the
clipping. Kemp put it awav carefully,
rolled a fresh cigarette, and blew a
thick puff of smoke out into the moon-
light. t an t say it's po'trv ami I
'an't say it ain't. All I know is it
roped me. 1 know that writer feller
never munched no mangoes, 'cause
mangoes don't munch. I know he nev-
er sat on no wall an' heerd cattish call-
In' cause catfish don't call. But he
seen it all. stranger, Jest the way he
writ it down an' I b'en dreamin' pn'ple
cities ever sence I read his screed."
"Hid you start right out to look for
them?" asked Gerry gravely.
"Naw," said Kemp, "I didn't have
notliln' to go on. But one day a drum-
mer feller thet I was stagin' across j
the \\ bite mountains give me a plant I
magazine, and It had an article on
commercial orchids with pictures iu [
colors. They was mostly kinder '
pu piish an' I reckon it was that what
got me started, it was the foreman
pointin' out my mount to me an' 1
didn t lose no time. I drappod my rope
011 him on' I've been ridln' hiin ever
sence."
"Found any purple cities?"
Not rightly. I seen 'ein—more'n
once. But I guess pu'ple cities is al-
ways yon side the mountain. You
can t jest ride up an' put your brand
on 'em. They're born mavericks and
they die mavericks. An' I say, good
luck to 'em." Kemp rose, tossed away
said Margarita. "I am not afraid of
work, Gerce. The end of work never j
comes. It is the things that end that
make me afraid." She, too, had felt '
the fluttering wings of the unattain-
able. 1 uknowiugly she stood beneath
the shadow of the stranger's purple
city's walls.
The next day Kemp tried honestly
to help Gerry with the tilling of the
soil but the effort was still-born. Kemp
had almost forgotten how lo walk and
b's high-heeled boots fell foul of every
hummock. He wandered
house with solemn face.
MOSLEM "HOLY CITY"
| MECCA ONE OF THE WONDERS
OF THE WORLD.
off to the
When Gerry
Remarkable Spot to Which Every Mo-
hammedan Is Supposed to Make at
Least One Pilgrimage During
His Lifetime.
Not far from where Arabian lands
(•nine In to the midday meal, he found now form a battleground for Turk and
Briton stands the Mohammedan holy
city of Mecca, toward which turn
countless thousands of Moslems every
day at the time for prayer, says a bul-
letin of the National Geographic soci-
him with a saddle propped on the
arm of a bench giving the delighted
swaddled heir to Fazenda Flores bis
first lesson in equitation.
I hat night they sat again on the
veranda steps tint Kemp was not talk- I e^'
ative. He whittled a stick until it dis- Mec«L the native place of Mahomet,
appeared in a final curly shaving and | ls the Principal city of the Turkish
then immediately started on a fresh j v'layet °' the Hejaz In Arabia and is
one- located a few miles back from the
"Known Lieber long?" asked Gerry coast of the Bed sea, Jidda being its
u* !"st- ' I seaport and the landing place of near-
"Goin' on two years," replied Kemp, j ly aI1 its Pl'Brims who come by sea.
"Hoes he live off his stock
Kemp looked up. "Haven't you ever
b'en up to Lieber's?"
"No," said (Jerry, "It's two years
since I came here and I've never been
off the place. Lieber's been down here
a couple of times." ,
Kemp grunted but asked no further
question. "Lieber." be said, "c'rtalnly
don't live offen bis stock—he plays
with it. Lieber is the goatskin king.
Ships em by the thousand bines. If
you or any other man iu these parts
was lo sell a goatskin away fm Lie-
ber, you'd be boycotted. Lieber on
this range is God—you're fer him or
you're ag'ln him an' there ain't b'en
any one ag'ln' bim for some spell
now."
"Oh," snld Gerry.
"As fer knowin' h-im," continued
Kemp, "everybody on this round-up
knows Lieber but there ain't anybody
knows why he is. Lieber holds ques-
tions and smallpox about alike, lie
ain't thar when they happen."
Alan!" She Said, and He Answered,
"Clem!"
lie speak again and then lie said with
a glint iu his eye that was almost a
utile, "I guess them's the first orchids
that ever traveled to iua'ket under a
diamond bitch."
Here was an opening but it came
too late. Gerry did not try to follow
it up. Once more in the saddle Kemp
seemed to acquire a sudden new ease
f body and mind. He hung by one
nee and a stirrup and leaned over
toward Gerry. "Stranger," lie said,
1 ui much obliged to ye. It's a loug
ly fill the Alamo to Non Yawk, but
the hull country's under one fence,"
He waved his hand and was gone af-
ter Ills pack-train, lifting bis mule with
Ids goose-necked spurs Into a protest-
ing canter. Two weeks after Ills pass-
ing, as evening was settling on Fa-
zenda Flores, the echo of a mule's
mincing steps 011 the bridge made Ger-
ry look up from his work.
Howdy, said Kemp and paused on
that to measure his welcome. He was
satisfied and urged his tired mule 011
towards the house. Gerry walked be-
side him and learned that the ship-
ment of orchids had Just caught the
steamer at the coast. Kemp unsaddled
Ills uiule and tossed the harness anil
slicker upon the veranda. As Gerry
was closing the gap Into the pasture
Kemp came up and stood beside him.
He cast a knowing eye over the fat
stock. "You done a good job for I.ie-
ber." he remarked.
Gerry nodded a little sadly. "Yes,"
he said, "the contract's tilled. Lieber's
sending for the stock day after toinor-
row."
I.ieber, accompanied by two herders,
came early for his stock. He greeted
Kemp warmly. "Going my way?" be
asked.
"I b'en loafin' around here with that
in mind," drawled Kemp, "I'll take a
hand if you'll allow me a mount.
"You can take your pick," said Lie-
ber, "that is, after Mr. Lausing has
hud his."
The three of them walked into the
pasture. Lieber looked at the stock
with kindling eyes. He turned to Ger-
ry and held out his hand. "Shake," he
said, and Gerry did. "What do you
say to the first five of the horses out
and the last ten of the cattle for your
share?"
Gerry (lushed. "That's more than
fair," he said. "Y'ou know the best
of the horses will lead the bunch and
the fattest of the cattle will lag be-
hind. You see, they're all stroug
now.'
"That's just it," said Lieber.
Kemp had gone off to round up his
mule. He came up from the river
driving it before liitn. At every jump
be caught the mule a flick with his
rope and the mule kicked and squealed
but came on with long, stiff-legged
strides. "Hi'yi!" yelled Kemp and
snatched off Ills hat to beat bis mount
while he kept the rope-end flickering
over the nntle.
Gerry and Lieber laughed. Kemp
was like a mummy come to sudden
life. "Ho yon know what?" said Ger-
ry, "I think I'll come along with you."
He led the iron-gray out by his fore-
lock and old Bonifacio hurried to help
bridle and saddle him. Lieber mount-
ed his stallion and turned the horses
as they came out. Kemp suddenly
sobered down to business. When Lie-
ber had thrown back the last ten of i In gold thread
the cattle, Kemp came out and e
the gap behind bim.
'1 think I'll go ahead with
horses." said Lieber.
"Y011 go and take yo' men w
said K
losed
Its population is difficult to determine
because of Its great number of visitors
and at the height of the pilgrimage sea-
son it is usually much overcrowded.
To this holy city of Islam, Mecca,
every good Moslem should make st
least one pilgrimage during his life-
time. He must arrange his affairs so
that his family will be taken care of
in his absence and the money he uses
for his journey, it is stipulated in his
religion, must have been obtained by
lawful means.
The more devout of Moslems usually
transact no business either along the
way or after arrival at Mecca, although
the rules which prescribe conduct on
this devout errand do not forbid such
a thing. There are, however, many of
the pilgrims who must combine reli-
gion with business, otherwise they
could never find means to accomplish
the journey. These, it would seem,
have always been in the majority, for
Mecca itself has, besides its religious
standing, a location as an important
commercial center.
Mecca is surrounded by a great area
of uncultivated land, called the haram,
or sacred territory, where not even
date palms grow, and the city is said
by historians to have been founded to
carry on trade with Abyssinia in win-
ter and Syria in summer, its bazaars
at pilgrimage time are filled with the
finest products of the East and a sin-
gle one of its caravans has represented
an Investment of as much as J 100,000.
Arriving at the edge of the haram!
the pilgrim changes his ordinary
clothes for the ihram, the ancient pil-
grimage dress, consisting of two cloths
wrapped around himseit in a certain
prescribed manner. Thus attired he
proceeds to the city and after the end
of his devotions begins the return jour-
ney with the honorary title of haji,
which Is conferred upon all who have
made the pilgrimage.
In the center of Mecca is located the
great mosque which is really not much
more than a great columned wall with
seven minarets and is built around the
most sacred relics. Inside this wall is
called the haram, or sacred spot, and
there stands the Ka'ba, the "holy of
holies of the Moslem, a rude stone
building about forty feet square, the
original of which is said to have been
built by Abraham and his son Ishmael.
It was the religious center of Mecca
long before the time of Mahomet, who
threw out its idols and made of it the
sacred place of Islam. Many times it
has been destroyed by fire and flood,
but it has always been rebuilt approx-
imately in the original design. The
Ka'ba has no windows and its door is
several feet above the surrounding
level, entrance being effected by means
of portable steps. Inside Its walls are
covered with silver, the gift of wealthy
Mahommedans, its floor is a mosaic of
varicolored marbles and its ceiling is
hung with silks of wondrous hue and
texture. Outside, much of the time its
walls are covered with rich brocade,
on the borders of which is embroidered
quotations from the
•Oil' alnklnu .(..1, I *  (i(«i(«iri) imo me (IlU'll, well,
sinking mto Uiom | he volunteered after s further vuuse,
As they sat on the veranda that
night smoking endless cigarettes
Kemp turned to hi* host. "D'ye mind
If I stay over a day with you? Truth
Is, I want to he'p drive that stock up
to Lieber s. 1 want to he'p whistle a
bunch o steers along once more and
smell the dust an' the leakln' udders,
an' I shouldn't wonder if I let out n
yell or so, corrallu' 'em at the other
end."
t< '"'fry nodded understanding^.
"Why did you leave It?" he ventured
and then regretted and murmured,
"Never mind."
"Never Did Hear of the Pu'ple City?
his cigarette end and stood leauing
with crooked elbow and knee against
a veranda pillar. His keen aquiline
features and deep-set eyes were lit up
by the moonlight and seemed scarcely
to belong to his great, loose-Jointed
Ira me. He was loose-jointed but like
a flail—strong and tough. "There's
one thing about the pu'ple cities." he
added, "the daylight always beats you
to 'em jest like In the po'tn." He
turned and went off to bed.
Gerry sat 011 In the moonlight seized
by 11 strange sadness—the sadness the
spirit feels under the troubled hover-
ing of the unattainable anil the mi-
rage. Life bad queer turns. Why
should a cowlioy start out to look for
purple cities? it was grotesque on tlie
face of it but, beneath the face of It.
it was not grotesque.
Margarita stole out to seat herself
beside him. She slipped her hand Into
his. She was worried. She was al-
ways worried when Gerry's thoughts
were far away. "The Man." she said,
for thus she had christened her baby
boy from the day of bis birth, "the
Man sleeps, lie cried for thee and
thou didst not come. So he slept; for
be Is a man.'
Gerry's thoughts came hack to his
little kingdom. lie sighed and then
he smiled n smile of content. "It is
late then, my flower?" He put bis
arm around her. "Let us go to bed.
for tomorrow there ls work."
"Tomorrow th *  is alwar« work.'
Koran.
j In tho wall of the Ka'ba, near its
the southeast corner and at a convenient
I height, is the famous black stone said
you," ! to have been given to Abraham by the
_'inp. • I could drive this fat angel Gabriel. In performing the
Ikiik from here to Kansas with nary j tawaf, which is the custom of seven
a hand to spell me." j times circuiting the Ka'ba, this great
so u . ,.(.'. a S"n"'lsR ofi8tone 13 kis«ed by the pilgrims each
Souk soit when at last he arrived at time it ls passed.
Lieber's but the things he saw there, | Within the walls of the mosque is
lmatdiied left iP'"""/"' "" 7""'1 ",IVe I f0UI"1 what is 8UPP°^<1 to be the tomb
imagined, lift him calm and unmoved of Abraham and stone slabs mark
what Moslems believe to be the graves
as though some prescience had pre-
pared I1I111. The house was built on the
usual solid lines of plantation head-
quarters. Great, rough hewn hesms;
towering rafters, built to carry the
heavy tiles and to bear their burden
for generations; uncoiled, vast rooms
with cnlclmined walls; all these were
not outside Gerry's experience In the
new land. The strangeness came with
the rugs and the linen, the etchings
and the furniture, and last and most
significant, the shelves and shelves of
books and the tables piled with maga-
zines in three languages. Everything
bore the stamp of quality, everything
hail the distinction of a choice.
Gerry did not let his curiosity carry
him beyond a rapid glance around the
great living-room where they found
Lieber, bathed and freshly dressed,
superintending the making of ice In
the latest Ingenious contrivance for
the pampering of the pioneer. "Ice
water In the desert." thought Gerry
and the phrase seemed to him more
than words—It seemed to paint Lie-
ber dimly, but as the mind saw him.
'■ In what manner will Lieber }
| and Kemp affect Lansing's life f
j with Margarita In this hidden j
I corner of the worldf
(TO 'uk'CI1NTJ" «VW:"OJ*
of Hagar and Ishmael. All these are
holy spots and must be visited in mak-
ing the tawaf.
Among the other holy relics inside
the city is the famous Zamzam well,
said to have been used by Hagar in se-
curing water for her son, Ishmael. The
waters of this well are supposed to
have wonderful curative values and a
brisk traffic is driven with the pilgrims
in the sale of jars and bottles for tak-
ing away the water. The well Js be-
lieved to have been lost after the days
of Hagar and found later by the grand-
father of the prophet, Mahomet.
Bus Conductors' Frcnch.
Bus conductors in town really are
acquiring some knowledge of the
French language. One was heard re-
cently addressing a somewhat startled
French passenger somewhat thus:
"Piccadilly-circus? Doo pennies, ice-en
nioosoo, tray byang." It seemed t«
give him honest pleasure.—London
ifirenlng Standard.
Her Reference.
Madam—Have you any references?
The French Maid--Zee husband ol
tee lady where I last worked Uo give
mo an automobile—Life.