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a wctss optheD&SERT jByDomthvDomnell This story was written from the Photoplay by MARY FULLER Woe to them icho speak the great names of kings lightly and make a mock of the majesty of the Lord's anointed. Thorns shall be their bed and the bitter food of the ape their food. Desolation shall stalk in their fields like the ghost of a dead camel and after they are dead the urn that holds their ashes shall crumble away into nothingness. — Koran. In the days ere Suleiman, the King of Kings, had passed to his re- ward—Allah magnify him!—it chanced that a scourge ravaged the desert, making it a dread and a peril to all men who journeyed there. From Gishon to the yellow flood of Onaleh, no caravan was safe from this scourge. The petty trader, with his single camel heaped with sacks of coarse salt, and the wealthy merchant, hoastfiil of his score of beasts loaded with rich silks, plump wine-skins, figs and dates, and marvels of crafts- manship, faced this scourge alike, brothered by misfortune. Swifter than the simoom whirling across the brazen sands, more deadly than the Great Thirst, as sure as Death itself —Allah be merciful! — such was Abdullah Dim, outlaw, robber, the Scourge of the Desert in the reign of Suleiman, King of Kings. Men trembled to whisper even the dreaded name, lest the one who heard it might hap to be of the thievish band, for it was known that Abdullah had as many followers as the mid- summer heavens have stars, but who they were, or where they dwelt, none knew. The story went that the out- law himself was of royal blood—an ill-born child, some said; others, a prince who had brought shame upon a high name—they pictured him as an old man, a patriarch in sin; an uncouth savage, rude of beard and dress; a courtly nobleman, proud even in his exile. Wild.rumors all, for no one, not even those whom his band had assailed and despoiled, had ever seen him. And year by year he grew more fearless in his outlawry, until it reached almost to the proud gates of the royal city itself. Then the merchants of the land rose and came 61