Motion Picture Magazine (Aug 1921-Jan 1922)

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French Perfumers, Dept. 56 125 Kingston St.. Boston, Mass, One Arabian Nigkt (Continued from page 55) resolved themselves into two roughly dressed fellows, who seized upon the sack with greedy talons. "Feel the weight of it !" cried one, swinging it violently, "a bundle of rugs from the bazaar !" "Or a hundred-weight of figs !" said the other, starting as the old woman gave a groan. "Come ! Let us be off and look into it later " Along the winding lanes to the bazaar they hurried, the old woman following as best she might, shuddering at every thump of the sack against the wall. In a dark archway, next to Nour-Ed-Din's shop, they proceeded to investigate, dropping their burden with a howl of horror when the limp body of the clown fell sprawling from the mouth of the sack. As they turned to flee, they spied the row of chests before the silk-merchant's shop, awaiting the slaves to carry them to the palace. Lifting the lid of the nearest, they dumped the hunchback unceremoniously within and made off down the bazaar, diving into the shadow as if pursued by furies. The old woman fell a-laughing, despite the weight of her thoughts, as she watched the slaves, preceded by the waddling eunuch, carry off the chests, their shadows moving along the moon-white wall. "Allah jests!" she mumbled. "A present for the new favorite ! It serves the hussy well, too ; she was always so unkind to poor Saidi. But wouldn't I like to be there when the chests are opened, tho !" Alcazor, as it happened, was the one to find the grisly contents of the last chest. For an instant, being heavy-witted, he thought it was Nour-Ed-Din, but a faint scratching on the next chest reassured him. This one he ordered carried to the women's quarters and delivered to Zuleika. The one containing the distorted body of the clown he left in the court-yard, trusting to chance to find him an opportunity of having it carted away when the next day dawned. "Small chance of the old Sheik's being curious about it tonight !" he muttered, shaking a pulpy fist toward the blazing casement of his master's apartments. "Not with a new lute to strum ! Aye, and the old one making music for the handsome young merchant, and only old Alcazor to enjoy the secret !" and he winked at the moon, which turned a chaste white shoulder to him, scornful of such indelicacy. ^ The lights of the palac^ winked out. The nightingale's song sounded drowsy, drunken with roses, and a shadow moved upon the grass. In the magic of the moon the young Sheik, Sharkan, stood beneath the casements of his father's apartment, broad of shoulder, slim of hip. He whistled once, twice, the strain of a love song of the bazaars, and the casement moved, a white hand waved for a moment and was gone. Laughing a low laugh of triumph, Sharkan laid hand on the rose trellis and began to climb. Beneath, in the courtyard, the lid of the chest lifted and Saidi peered out at the world he had hoped to leave. The wise man had been wiser than his client knew, and had given him a tablet that brought sleep, not death. "For he will be so overjoyed to find that he is not dead, after all, that he will pray Allah to shower me with blessings," that worthy reflected, "and, who knows, the boon of life I grant him may be a gift more precious than rubies or pearls of great price." In the love-chamber of the old Sheik, the faithless favorite was held in the arms of the faithless son, and the beat of their two hearts was one. On the dais, the betrayed prince lay asleep and the moonlight crept across the floor unheeded until the clasped figures of the lovers were in the midst of a luminous pool. It was the sound of a kiss that awoke the old Sheik at last. Sunk in their ecstasy, the two had no warning of their doom before the bright steel flashed down, sprinkling the dark with shattered drops of light, and the dancer, whose ambition had led her small flower-feet from a beggar's caravan across the threshold of a Sheik's chamber, fell from the arms that clasped her, scarlet lips still shaped into a kiss. The young Sheik started up, but the reddened blade was before him. "Never again shall your fancy wander into your father's garden!" snarled the prince, with the intolerable jealousy of the old for those whose blood still runs hot and hasty in their veins. Stepping across the outflung bodies that had so lately pulsed to the strong rhythm of life, the old Sheik strode to the door that led into the harem. Behind him the casement swung wide and a little shadow, twisted, malignant, moved on the moonlight, mingled with the dark and huddled heaps upon the floor, and a moan, weighted with all the woes of all the world, quivered thru the stricken silence. In her apartment in the harem, Zuleika lifted her head at the rustle of the curtain from her lover's shoulder, to meet the red rage of the old Sheik's glare. Motionless, they saw him raise the blade of vengeance, then his arm fell. Like a man of rags, the Sheik crumpled down, no longer powerful and mighty, an ignominous thing of withered flesh — carrion, which could no longer care whether a woman were beautiful or a man were' young. Saidi, the hunchback, cast his tin clownsword from him and salaamed. "You were kind to me," he said to Nour-Ed-Din. "My body is twisted, but my memory is straight." He pointed to the casement, thru which the first streaks of morning showed crimson on the sky. "The keeper of this gilded cage is dead and the birds may fly, and sing their songs in the free air ! May Allah give you joy !" Half fearfully, half incredulously, Zuleika and Nour-Ed-Din went out of the Sheik's palace into the new-minted day. No longer in the pale moonlight, sick with lover's sighs, they stood hand in hand, watching the Sultan Sun ascend his throne in the east, and kissed each other humbly, without desire, as children kiss. And in the room above, Saidi, the hunchback, sat and cradled the dear, dark head of the dancer on his knees. He had lost her, yet he was not unhappy. Now, at last, she belonged to him alone ; now, at last, he need not fear those others who had looked at her and won her glance and her smile. Now, at last, he could think of her without) agony or longing, but in peace. Thru the casement came the far-cry of the Muezzin, leaning from his tower, calling the city to prayer. "Allah is great ! Allah is wise ! There is no God but Allah !" Yes, Allah is great, Allah is wise THE QUICKEST CHANGE By F. A". Faulhaber "What does a director do when a 'star' refuses to play in a certain picture? Get a different 'star'?" "No. He gets a different scenario." </86 AGE