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Eanina, lurking in the shadows, creyit to him, but he y)ut her aside blindly and strode on to the '■hiinmer of heat. .She watched him, thick liyis drawn back in a snarl; then, turning, she yilunged into a byyiath. If 'he could not have him, no other woman 'bonld, th.'it was sure. Hours or moments he had been striding over the shrill sand, he did not know '\hich, when the sound of hoof-beats behind him drew his glance, and in syiite of iiimself a cry burst frenn his liyis. ’‘Ethel ! What are you doing here?' Ethel — why did you come ” .She syirang from the horse, himshing the soft lloating hair from her eyes. " riierc is no time -the tribesmen of AH Z;mian ha\e been warned they are ('(Jining to kill you !” He felt her (yuivering against his .side. mitivc woman — oh, she laughed when she told me! — she said I should ne\’er see you again. .\rihur, we must go — the hoiase will cjirry double ” He sent ;i (yuick gkmce across the yilaiiis and laughed softly. “It is too kite. See ?” Out of the blinding e;ist a billow of 'Jind was rolling, and thru it gleamed the .'bine of syicjirs, the (lash of white robes. Arthur Rand c.aught the girl uy) .and set her uyKin her horse. “( iood-by, de.arest .among women! l.ook you, T am alreadv as one dead-— would you kiss me just once before you go?" ]f I coukl t.ake \our kiss with me — — Tier liyis were on his, warm, lynivering, her voice in his ears, “If you slay, 1 sla\', () my lord jmd master! I will not live without you.” I’.vcn ;is she syioke a hullcl screamed t'.cross the sands and brought the horse whimpering to his knees. He snatched the yiisiol Iroin his bell, sending an answering shot lo meet the onrnshing horde. In a Hurry of sand they drew uyi behind a s.and dune ;md seemed lo be disinssing their next move. Rand touched ihe girl’s hand rexerently. “You luivc llung away your life for me.” Pint she only smiled divinely. “I have found my life,” she whi'-yiered. When Beverly came uyion them, live minutes Later, J'iand h.ad just shot his Last cartridge, ;md already the white-clad forms were sw.arming jicross the sands, hut their yell of Iriumyih changed to fear as they saw the newcomer, and once more they drew back behind the dune. Rand’s eyes met Beverly’s steadily. “What are you doing here?’’ They might have been in some lyniet English clnh inslc.ad of on the s.avage brown desert, w ith Death crouching a stone’s toss away. “I came to yiay my debt,’’ the other answered slowly. “I've yd.aveil the coward’s yiart long enough. I’ll die man at least if I haven’t had the couray to live like one. When I found out bai in town w'here you’d gone I followed : quick as I could get here.’’ His fai twisted curiously as he turned to the gii but he sjioke clearly, rapidly. “Mi Lambert, I lied an hour ago when I sa Rand was caught cheating at cards, w'as — it was I who was the cheat, Ir -Artie here took it upon himself, becau once hack in the Soudan I'd pulled hi' out of the way of a nigger’s spear. It’s bit late, my telling now, but not too lat jilease God! My horse will carry tv and I can hold these gentlemen here' few' minutes, at least until you can — d'he clump of desert shrub spat flan and Beverly fell, smiling debonairly, j their feet. Rand snatched the jiist! from the outtlung hand, drawing the gi down behind the body of his one-tiii friend. ; “W’e could never get to the hor now,’’ he groaned, “yet — oh, my deare dear, somehow I cant be sorry that v shall go this way, together, with yi knowing 1 was not ;dl unwoi'thy ’’ Behind the billow of sand a shr sound rose and keened along the sL mournful, inelifahle. .She laid a steai li.'ind upon his sleeve. "Is it— Death ?'’l “It is Death,’’ he .'inswcred solemn' lint they were wrong -it was Life, .\cross the sands a squad of Englii mounted police came gallojiing, the ssending showers of .sparks from ihi bright liniss buttons, and alreadv t| .\rab hand was tleeing before them wl shrill .'Creams of terror into the ((niv<: ing noon. I'he lejider of the rescue drew rein, leaving his squad to follow t fugitiv es. “Well, sir,’’ he smiled, “it looks lij we'd come just about in time “ 'Fhen, looking into the faces of tlie m ;md girl whom he had saved, he gni >ilent, ;uid, turning, tijitocd away and L them alone togglher with a strange tug awe. Eor their faces wore the look ■: tliose who have won thru death to ti jicjice and joy that lies* on the other si The Lu.xurious Louise ( Coiiliinu'd from page t)2) ■' .'ind barbaric splendor, and hecausel lhi.nk they are sort of mysterious a' nulls, hut 1 eant tell you they are pcti lor thev are not, and probahl)never \ be, ungrateful things!'’ Just imagine the girl who ean ein until you are all shivers ;ind thrills, w has Jilvvavs yilayed jiarts vvhieh kuid 1 away from b'riend Husband, and who 1 seemed to live in :ui atmosphere of g ,geous troeks, male adulation and quoe ])ovver, jircfcrring her own lonely tires with a vvee bull-dog for comixiny ! But when you've talked with Lot (ILium — you understand just why, she's a jicrfeetly unaffected, vvonun sinecre hit of humanity. f Seventy two)^