Altoona Mirror from Altoona, Pennsylvania on November 9, 1929 · Page 6
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Altoona, Pennsylvania
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5 THE AtTOOMA MIRROR-SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 9, 1929 THE MAN FROM MOROCCO : By EDGAR WALLACE. < (• .v- Copyright, 1925, by The Chicago Dally News c;n. THK STOJl . CHAI'TKR MX. THE FACE AT THK WINDOW. . Sadl wan waltliiR for him In the • smoking room and HO nbnorbed wus . the Moor In his thought!) that he did not hear Hamon iinlil hlM name was called. "Eh?" he said, looking up. "Allah, ' you frightened me. Yes, yes, nli« IH a pretty woman—not t'.ir Moorish kind, aiid too thin for my lilting. But you Aryans prefer them that way; 1 have never understood why." • Hamon was not deceived; Die girl had made a tremendous impression • ' upon the Moor and he \vn.s watchful and alsrt. i passed out of view, then sat. her liojnl I in her hands, trying to bring Into order that confusion of her thoughts. It was Bawiockwaltf!. Then lie was not dead. Bannockwalte, the fnKtidl- OUH, half-mad parson, the idol of Hul- uton, the Invi'iitor of bizarre secret societies was this gross and uncleanly creature, whose rugs and dirt were nn offense to the eye. How had Ritlph Hiimon found him, she wondered, and changed the current of her thoughts as she realized the un- protll of speculation. Bunnockwaite would marry her, whatever were her protests; that, she knew instinctively. Kven if lie had been his old, sum-'self If lie ever were sane—the queer .situation would' have •"••• - T.-.iinv" mine—tne queer Hiiuaiion wuum imvu "Do you like her better tin n Ljdia ,,.,,' to , llm thllt ,„, would not he asked humorously as he pouie.l out I ' h „ t ,. ( , a drink from the decanter. ( The Moor shrugged UK, shoulders. Hulph made no "J'P^nincc Ihut "In some ways Lydla is impossible," • he said. ' That was a bad sign and Hamon •knew It. The thought of Lydla had ' absorbed this man to the exelunlon of ' all else, and now he could talk of her Critically and without heat—a very . bad sign. "Shall you go back to Tangier to• morrow?" he asked, and his eyes nur- .,;• rowed when tile Moor shook his head. • "No; I have decided to stny on for " a little while. 1 need the change. It ' has been a nervous time for me." "But you promised to bring Ban. nockwalte?" "He will come without any assistance from me. I've told one of rny . men. Besides, your English agent could arrange to bring him. He'll comu • if you pay him." "Do you know him very well?" asked Hamon. ] "I've seen him. He has become i quite a character in Tangier," said •• Sadl Hallz. '• "Ho arrived during the war and t'.ie • story I have heard is that he got drunk on the eve of the battle of thu Somme and deserted. He Is a man en- '',; tlrely without principle; surely he '.•'. could not perform the marriage cere- '.i mony? You told me he was unfrock.-' cd." " Ralph shook his head. " "His name appeared (n the official •'; list of clergymen of the established •' church until he was reported missing on the Somme. 1 have an idea it Is still In the list; but even If It isn't . , that would not Invalidate the marriage." "Why marry at. all?" asked the night, although she expected him to bring the besotted parson to meet her. The. bedroom led from the principal apartment, a large room, furnished In the empire style. The window here was barred, with less elegance but ao effectively as the bigger room. She waited until 12, and then, undressing, she put over the night attire that the Moorish girl had brought her a. long, Ileecy cloak, and pulling a chair to the window, and having extinguished the light, pulled back the curtain. As she did she screamed and almost dropped with fright. A face was staring at her through the bars, long-bearded, hook-nosed, red-eyed, hideous ! It was the wandering mendicant and in his teeth he. held n long knife that glittered in the moonlight. CIIAl'TKK I/X. THE MARtUAGK. He heard the scream and dropped quickly out of sight and she stood, holding on to the window ledge, her heart thumping painfully. Who waa he and what did he want? How did he eome into the garden? In the house complete silence reigned. Nobody hud hcurd her scream, for the walls were thick. It took tin effort, to thrust open the window and look out as far as the bars would ullow her. The little garden looked peaceful and myHteriou'H in the moon's rays. Long shadpws ran across the ground; strange shapes adorned to appear and disappear. And then nhe siiw him, moving cautiously toward the wall. In another instant he was be youd her view. Why did she associate this midnight prowler In her mind with Sadl Haflz? And yet she did. Was he some agent of this cunning Moor? The knlfr had not been Intended for her; of that she wns sure. It. wns daylight before she went to bed and she wns sleeping heavily when Xuleika brought In coffee and fruit and drinv aside the curtains. "Zuleikn." she said. In her halting Spanish, had Improved since Bhe had had tin opportunity of talking 1o the. girl, "do you remember the old •jfggnr we saw, the mendicant on the lorne?" "Yes lady," said tho girl, nodding. "Who Is "he?" The girl smiled. "There are many In Morocco. Some say they are the spies of the chieftains." A spy of Sadl Hnflz! Put there to watch her arrival—why? Again that fear of the Moor swept through her, nut she was left little time that morn- ng to meditate cither upon her terrlfy- ng experience of the night of the Intentions of Sadi. She had hardly •tressed and finished her breakfast when Ralph came in. He was brisk and stave her H cheerful and smiling good morning. "Joan, T want you to meet the Rev. Ayimer Bannockwaite," he said. "I think you've met him before. Anyway, you'll find him changed. This gentleman has consented to perform the necessary ceremony that Will mark, I hope, the beginning of a happier and brighter time for both of us." She did not reply. "Are you going to be sensible, Joan? I'm trying to do the right thing by you. You're absolutely alone here, and there Is nobody within a hundred miles who'd raise hl's hand If I killed you.' 'When do you wish—" She hesitated. "Today—immediate!^," he said. She was panic-stricken. "You must give me time to think this matter over, Mr. Hamon," she said. "Tomorrow—" "Today," he insisted. "I'm not going to let. another day pass. I think I know my friend Sadl Hafiz. Sadi has enough respect tor the law and the sanctity of married life," he sneered, "to leave you alone If you're married. But if I wait until tomorrow—" He shrugged his shoulders. But there was no yielding In her determined face. "I absolutely refuse to marry you," she said, "and If Mr. Bannoekwalte has a lingering remnant of decency he will refuse to perform the ceremony." "You can make up your mind on ono point," said Hamon, "that he hasn't even the dregs of decency. You'll better meet him. He is more or less exhilarated now. and Is more bearable than he will be.' In the morning sunlight Ayimer Bannockwaite looked even more horrible than he had In the kindly blue of the dusk. She shuddered. It seemed as though some horrible incarnation of evil had come Into the room as he strutted forward with his plump hand outstretched. "It is my dear little Carslon girl!" he said jovially. "Well, this Is a most amazing coincidence — that I should marry you twice Is an especial privilege I" One glance she gave at his face and shuddered. Thereafter she never looked beyond the second button of his stained waistcoat. "I am not going to be married, Mr. Bannockwaite. -I want you to understand that distinctly; if you marry me It Is against my will." "Tut! tut," said Bannockwaite loudly. "This will never do. And shy bride! 'Standing with herluctant feet where the brook and river meet,' eh? God bless my life. Marriage Is the natural state of mankind. It has ever been a matter for regret to me—" "I won't marry him; I won't, I won't!" she flamed. "If I am to be married I'll be married decently by a clean man to a clean man!" She stood erect, her eyes blazing, her linger outstretched In accusation. 'I know you now. You look what you are, what you always have been and all your posturing and posing does not disguise you. You are a corruption in human form—Ada called you 'the beast with the silver tongue," and sho was right!" That was her curious and hateful .) IJ AllAT A TJI EAT IUO Sen and Hear Movietone "THK HACIIKT,On'S OIKI/' With William Collier, jr., Jacqueline Logan and Thelnm Xodd. Comedy anil News. 1'rlecN—lOc and 80c. Sunday, Dine at GEORGE'S RESTAURANT Alloonu'ft Finest Place to Kat Full Courie Dinner $1.00 1117 Elerenth Avenue gift—to touch th* raw place* of human vanity. Tho man'a thick under- Ip stuck out; there -was an insane fury in hta eyes that momentarily frightened her. 'You Jezebel I" ho boomed. "I'll marry you if they hang me for it! And t will be legal and binding on you, voman! I posture, do I? I pose? You, you—' Hamon gripped his arm. "Steady," he whispered, and then, to the girl: "Now, Joan, what it the use of this foolishness? He was good enough a parson to marry you before." "I won't marry you, 1 won't!" She stamped her foot. "I would sooner marry the beggar I saw on the roadside., I'd sooner marry the meanest slave in your household, than marry you, a thief and a murderer—a man to whom no crime Is too mean. I'd rather marry—" "A burglar?" he said, white with passion. "Ten thousand times, yes — If you mean Jim Morlake. I love him, Ha- mon. I'll go on loving him till I dial" "You Tjlll, will you?" he muttered. And then, turning, he ran out of the room, leaving her alone with the clergyman. "How can you, Mr. Bannockwaite? How have you brought yourself to this low level?" she asked sternly. "Is there nothing In you that is wholesome to which a i woman could appeal?" (Continued on Page 7) Majestic Radio Sold by THE -J. B. SPENCE ELEOTniC 8TOBK Authorized Dealers 1310 12th Avo. Dial 4191 ACCLAIMED BY ALL — JOLSON AND BARRYMORE SAY IT'S GREAT i wrote SPECIAL ARMISTICE DAY FEATURE Over There Today" IN MEMORY OF THOSE RETURNED AND THE ONES THAT REMAINED ALL TALKING EDUCATIONAL COMEDY "THE CRAZY NUT" PATHE SOUND NEWS A WARNER BROS. VITAPHONE ACT NOVELTIES FOR KIDDIES TODAY —STARTING NEXT FRIDAY- COLLEEN MOORE In "FOOTLIGHTS AND FOOLS" 50% NATURAL COLOR—100% SINGING, TALKING, DANCING love letter si HIS CHARM AND READY WIT,WITH WOMFN * I WITH WOMEN HIS LEADERSHIP AMONG MEN GEORGE iRlISS in. AELI VITKPHONE ALLVTALKING PICTURE Thrilling! Absorbing! Entertaining I A drama of powerful situations teeming with scintillating dialogue, delightful humor and tense emotions. WHO WILL BE ALTOONA'S "MISS SUNSHINE?" HELP US SELECT HER FIRST ELIMINATION MONDAY NIGHT—9.00 P. M. Moor, looking up suddenly. "Ymi'rc a stickler for the conventions, my friend." Ralph smiled. "Not BO much as you think," he said. "I've a reason. The Creith title will descend through my wife to her children." Again the Moor shrugged. "It Is a freakish Idea," he said, "but then, freaklshness has been respond! ble for your downfall, Hamon." "I have not fallen yet," snarled Hamon. "But you will," said the other, "unless," he went on quickly, seeing the look of distrust and suspicion In the man's eyes, "unless you elect to remain here in Morocco, outside the jurisdiction of the embassies." He stretched his arms and yawned. "I'm going to bed," he said. "You •will be pleased to learn that I've decided to go back to Tangier in the morning." He saw the look of relief In the •ther's face' and smiled inwardly. "And I will send along your Ban' nocltwalte under escort." When Hamon woke the next morn' Ing ho learned that the shereef had departed, and was thankful. He did not go in to Joan, though lie Haw her, from his room, walking In the garden. Hamon's plan was not wholly dictated by a desire to break into tho peerage. As Crelth's son-in-law he •would be possessed of powerful influence. It was not likely that the earl would kick once the girl was married, and he knew her well enough to be satisfied that, If she bore his name, •he would at least bo outwardly loyal. He mounted a horse and went down the hlllalde, and his way took him past the camp of the old beggar. The scarecrow horse raised hi* head to view him for a moment and resumed ItH grazing, but the old man was not in sight. A fantastic Idea came to him and he grinned at the thought. There was something about Ralph Hamon that was not quite normal. In tha evening his servant reported that a party was approaching the house, and, taking hit* glasses, he in ipected the three men who were riding across the wild country In his direction. Two were Moors, the third, who rolled about on his horse like Homebody drunk, h« recognized, though he had never seen him except by match light, and, hastily running from the house, he was waiting at the open gates when tho Rev. Ayimer Bannockwaite arrived. The man almost fell from his horse, but recovered himself with the aid of the Moor who was with him und who evidently expected somu such accident, for he had sprung off his horse the moment the party halted und run to the clergyman's Hide. Bannockwaite turned his bloated face to his host, but, ignoring the out- atretched hand, he fumbled in his dilapidated waistcoat and produced a glass, which he fixed in hiu eye. "Who are you and what are you?" he asked Irritably. "You have brought me across this wretched country, you have Interfered with my proper mid pleasant recreations—now what tli« devil do you mean by U?" "I'm sorry if I have inconvenienced you, Mr. Bannockwulte," tmid Ralph, humoring the man. "Handsomely said.' A big, flabby paw gripped Ralph Human'* feebly. "Handsomely said, my boy. Now If you can give me a little time to rent, and a pipe of that seductive hemp to steady my nerves and stimulate my imagination. I'm your friend for lift*. And if you will add a glass of the priceless Marsala und u scented cigarette I am your slave, body unit »oul!" Watching from her window Joan saw the obscene figure, und immediately guessed his identity. Could that be Banuockwaltu, thu tall, dappor uscetic? She had only seen him twice, und yet —there was a likeness; KomuUiIng in hiu -walk in the roll of his head. 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