Judge — June 9, 1923 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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“Somewhere a Voice Is Calling.” The Sheik Test by Arthur C. Brooks Wie the palins and, winked the stars. and witched. “My name is ‘ rvid,” the Bedawi hot- lipped, close to her ear, “and my tent lies over the burning dunes.” Shyly she inspected the tip of her little nose. Yon’t the fleas bother you?” she cooed, “Bah!” His robes rustled. You think of fleas—? N but you western womer beautifu Suddenly he passionately. “Parbleu!” of seized her, fiercely, he breathec xt every girl al sheik make love to her at night She did not strugg! hada releasing her “You think of something greater Oui?” she winsomed. he whinnied, And by the way, Fervie, me—I'm dying for a minds ete!” She was Gloria Chumley, daughter of Sir Chauncy Chumley the’ Oil-can King, and heiress to millions. That morning she had hopped off at London, on a jaunt collecting empties for Dad. In the background loomed her giant humming bird. Shivered she in the chilly air. rou are cold, Desert?’’ Bedouin roused, The girl sprang amo- off the they were ing, and ran— slim, graceful, in knickers and a silk ter. rvid did not follow, but smiled to himself. Gloria reached the airplane, and turned. He looked awfully silly sitting there in his night- gown, she thought. She disliked him immensely of a sudden. He was too dark, too hairy, too wild in the winkers. She leaned over the engine. Goodness! Allof the spark- plugs had been pinched. Confused, she hesitated. Through the dark- ness the girl sensed glaring gloatingly. Evi- neik was not as dumb as the She remenibered sending hit for ently others. the coffee and Slawly she one-stepped back a id sat with his knees crossed, weet caporal. Gloria opened firmly. kidding now. Are you going to return those sparkers—or you want knock you for a row of drome- hief chuckled. sarcastically and shimmied with his shoulders. Gloria thought. of Jimmie, the nice American boy she had met at a marathon dance. Tears « and a lump in her larynx. Jimmie wouldn't let this Arabi- an bounder treat her so and get away with it. Fervid flipped away his fag. do you mean?” Gloria tremu- “Wha loused. “T will return them,” knocking—no.” “Then give them to me,” frowni He caught the extended hand, and warmed it with kisses. He threw him- quietly. “But th self prostrate, fizzing, and encircled her ankles. A wave of pity whelmed her. In- voluntarily, she reached down to touch him tenderly. Then she stared up to the scintillant sky, resolute, fighting off the ominous emotion. A click sounded. He was res her craftily, a smirk on his swart) Something silvery flickered in his black hand. reaming soundlessly, backward. The sheik pursued, on his knees. rding Ace. Gloria stumbled BYWAYS OF INVENTION Enemy of the Sultan, on way into the Bosphorus, gets the idea for a sleeping bag. 2