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I, y 1 h..w. part, .f th. S.h.r. - i f i Ki Ijf ' Diurl to March for a lot trib. ' k V.Tp V I " " I. . THERE U almost no en. to whom w, much lu common , . ' . ;? f ff ? trMplM. wtm famtob j J ' , I '. I romance and adYentur, do not ap- between them and th. ' ' V . ! ar. tb.o.ht t. b. livia, ..w V. i i i " I 'i ? peal kindred thrllla. Romance old time cave men. L r d I v .i g ia raac. 4"tW f,v. , '1 ; ' . .4 wo have always associated mostly with It was here that Le' V T""' t'' i I y. C' ' f I I, f the gallant knight errant who waits with Lady Dorothy ran k V jf hi K :- ' I I i . ' j '1-' palpitating heart upon his lady fair. Ad- across the youne; f ,- v ' ' 1 4 j ' I I ' i - " " ' venture, too. seems usually to be the pre- woman who lends the f J, V ' I ' (v f ' V... to learn ol tl.c e.Wenre of a forgotten I f f4 d, ' - rogatlve of man. It Is doubly interesting romance to her forth- ' -j ' ' J i , l V , race of people or In fact of any people. I $ . j , j f , j J j , - then to witness romance and adventure coming expedition Into R ' t P not generally known to the real of the J CrUL i I "H 1 A -1 ' T1 VI ' j " blended with a youn atd beautiful woman the Sahara. V't""'rJr,'t I " ' world. 1 ' rC- J . I . I ' as their central figure. It is unique, too. She was the adopt- ' -'V-' j t"-' In Algiers Lady Dorothy found many , v "-3 ii of , , I . that a bit of science should be added to ed daughter of one of . ' ' K 1 1 traditions of the "lost tribe- All the 1 4 ' " . --f ,J ' y - , give the romance and adventure even the cave dwelling fam- W- f''-jAs , Sheiks seemed to know that somewhere la . . U ,..'''- - i aomethlng more of Interest. Hies. Lady Dorothy "'f r f 1 the great desert there lived handful of 1 ' - - .'T?2i- 1 -- j Udy Dorothy Mills, the charming had chosen the cava of fiX'&l&'.. people who were direct descendant! of ..-,;- " H.. t 1 - . daughter of the fcurl of Orford, who has thegirl's foster parents '" l'-1 f' t " i ' race that populated the desert centurlee ., " , '.' :T " attracted considerable attention lu the for hcr own dotucll , 'i -i and centuries ago. None knew where. Al- v' ' ' " f "1 past because of her unusual darins and i - i -"'k " ways the Moors and th. Arabs pointed far '; ' , '. ..".. ' . -. ' ' ' ' tonsequentlal experiences, has Just an- aurlD nd . T . .k ...h . ...d their hand. I. . i i ' ' ' - T pounced that she is gol.,K to load an expe- the little family clr- f ZT V. ' J to th. wu.h. and waved their hand. In . s . ... - : ..- - ditlon of her own into the mysterious in- cle heard the young 1 "7 - great semicircle, and simply .aid. "wma. "r ,. .... ' J terlor of the Great Sahara Desert. Cer- woman's story. J ' : J iff r where there." VVV . . talnly this la bound to lie an adventure. she had i,Kt Fa t ' -' M t ' Orte old oxacle In Tunis seemed to know ' . . . . . . .v. epMUUr for .uc: . fragile youn. womao , If : : U ,mir. of .hT legend than any on. else. Tfc '.. l.w. .f Chl.-y i. Fr..c. H.r. Lady D.r.thf , a. Lady Dorothy, whose mother, by tb. MUemew twen I : "V ; ' , lm" M. . i, fc""" U" ,h --" - "- way. was Mi,. Louise Corbi... th. New yr, ago. when she ,.v' I With great pretense at Imparting tr ork heires ws little more than " ' i-0?" - . mendous cret. he confided to Lady Dorc. urhtni ,, ,n, ,,, ..T,4 room 1. Then Udy Dorothy learned one of th . - The romance is found In the strange six years old. appar- "N " ' i ' " " thy ,ht ho "'ou,, fi,1, th troglodyte which th. Trlnce receives his guests, and other legend of the desert Some place, etory of a young girl who lives In a little ently. The man who t ' ' " .: very easily If she would appeal to cer- there found awaiting her the mystertou this tradition runs, near a great oael known Tillage in France and who hope, brought her w. ' 'v' . - ' i t.ln 1'rlnce whose home was In the oasU h which ha never been fonnd. ther. U that Lady Dorothy expedition will result strange. uinhanon f " , , . V ! - of Ijighouat. Just at the entrance to th. . 7 . u u. .,.,, . ..,., ,.j ,w. in her reunion with a childhood sweetheart, creature who iX?! T ' A f ' " ' great dert waste. This Prince, the old MtonUted to find . gallant Arab, who great .tr.tch of eandsw.pt ground where who wa lost to her many years ago and strange, gibbering dia k "tc." , Arab told th Knglish girl, was the great- bowed before her with the grace of an old the elephants, when they know they are . whom she only dimly remembers. Icct. am; yet mhn , ' ' est of all Arabian rulers, that he himself time knight, and who spoke English with ""t to die, steal away to die alone, o .i . i ..I. impnihi j . . - . ii,u .h. ... . . i. ana rt from their fellows. That this Is a V:.v-'--.:v'V -Sir 1 Z "Tea la th. dourt." ... of th. pahi., Mldi.r. of Priwc. Ba.h Agha, wh. ha. fcoa chosoa th. IpecT.I guard tor Lady Mill.. Hi. camel is probably th. .a. which Lady Dorothy will rid. at th. haad of her empoditioa. Oa th. right i. Lady Dorothy Mills, th. beoatiful daaght.r .f Lord Orfsrd, wh. ia abo.t to lead aa .spoditioa of h.r .wa lata mkaowa part, of th. Sahara , Dtari t. March for a lot tribe af troglodytn, who., doaceadaat. i ar. th.aght t. be liviag lie j ia rraao. Th. Arab Prince, Ba.h Agha Djellou Mohammad ben Lakdar, rwho will accompany Lady Mill, oa tho axpeditioa and initiate h.r into th. .ecrat. of the myateriou. Sahara. was much In common between them and th. old time cave men. It was here that Lady Dorothy ran across the youns; woman who lends the romance to her forthcoming forth-coming expedition into the Sahara. She was the adopted adopt-ed daughter of one of the cave dwelling families. fam-ilies. Lady Dorothy had chosen the cave of the girl' foster parents for her own domicile during her visit, and in the little family circle cir-cle heard the young woman's story. She had been brought to the settlement twen ty years ago. when she was little 'more than six years old. apparently. appar-ently. The man who brought her was a strange. misshapen creature who talked a strange, gibbering dia lect, am; yet ,n0 seemed to be akin to the cave people, and in , whose face there were those distinguishing marks which at once characterized him aa belonging to some Th. car. dweller.' village wear th. Iowa of Chi.My ia Fraac Here Lady Dorothy ' believe, live th. deacoadaata af a race that aac. peopled th. Sahara. THERE Is almost no cne to whom romance and adventurj do not appeal ap-peal as kindred thrills. Romance have always associated mostly with the gallant knight errant who waits with palpitating heart upon his lady fair. Adventure, Ad-venture, too, seems usually to be the prerogative pre-rogative of man. It Is doubly interesting then to witness romance and adventure blended with a youn, acd beautiful woman as their central figure. It is unique, too, that a bit of science should be added to a give the romance and adventure even something more of Interest. Lady Dorothy Mills, the charming . daughter of the burl of Orford, who has attracted considerable attention lu the past because of her unusual darins and consequential experience!, has Just announced an-nounced that she Is goiiiK to lead an expedition expe-dition of her own into the mysterious interior in-terior of the Great Sahara Desert. Certainly Cer-tainly this I bound to lie an adventure, especially for sue': a fragile young woman as Lady Dorothy, whose mother, by the way, was Miss Louise C'orbin. the New York heires The romance Is found In the stranee story of a young girl who lives in a little known village in France and who hopes that Lady Dorothy's expedition will result In her reunion with a childhood sweetheart, who wa lost to her many years ago and whom she only dimly remembers. Some time ago young Lady Dorothy was traveling in France. She beard of an extremely ex-tremely Interesting village called Chissay. In southern Franc, where, she was told, lived the descendants of an ancient tribe of troglodytes. The people of the little settlement set-tlement It was explained to her, still lived In quaint ancient caves carved out of overhanging over-hanging rocks. About them hovered the legend that hundreds of year ago their ancestors had crossed tho Mediterranean and bad settled in those same little cave They bad come, tradition says, from the Interior of the Sahara, nd were a part of the lost descendants of a great tribe, which, even before the Pharaohs, maintained main-tained a wnall empire in the midst of the . desert Lady Dorothy at once visited the little village, and there round a most Interesting Interest-ing people Indeed. Of course, they were modern and, apart from their homes, might have passed as ordinary peasants of southern France. Still, in their Strang, custom In their little raves and even In ' their face nd mannerisms, there was a distinct trace of an ancestry certainly not common to their French neighbor It seemed to be generally believed that they wer( the direct descendants of troglodyte troglo-dyte and their clinging to their cava i4 home seemed to indicate' that there (till to learn of tile eilstenr of a forgotten race of people or lu fact of any people not generally known to the rest of th world. In Algler Lady Dorothy found many traditions of th "lost tribe" All th Sheik seemed to know that somewhere la the great desert there lived a handful of people who were direct descendant of a race that populated the desert centuries and centuries ago. None knew wher Always Al-ways the Moors and the Arabs pointed far to the south, and waved their hand In a great semicircle, and limply said, "soma-w "soma-w here there." Orte old oracle In Tunis seemed to know inor of the legend than any on else. With great pretense at Imparting a tremendous tre-mendous secret, he confided to Lady Dorothy Doro-thy that sho would find the troglodyte very easily if she would appeal to a certain cer-tain Prince whose home was In the oasis of l.aghouat. Just at the entrance to the great desert waste. This Prince, the old Arab told the Knglish girl, was the greatest great-est of all Arabian rulers, that he himself was a descendant from those who played high part during the ancient grandeur of the Arab race. "It is Bash Agha Djellou Mohammed ben Lakdar your ladyship must go to see," said the old Arab. "You will find him la a great castle with long rambling walla, against which from the sputh the sands of the desert blow. He Is a great Prince, your ladyship, and rule tb tribes tbat ride before th. monsoons. His people ar many and come from many oases that have arrived sine long before th day of Mo-bammed. Mo-bammed. It I from them he knows the - secrets of the lost race, and If he Is pleased with your ladyship Prince Bash Agha will tell you where these strange ones msy be found." One may Imagine with what delight Lady Dorothy slipped a small bag of gold Into th old Arab's hands and with what hast, she assembled her caravan and rod to th south to the edge of the oasis of Lag-houat, Lag-houat, where waving palm tree hid th long rambling stone wall of th Prince' " castle. A whole story might be written of her reception there, of haw the fast riding Arabs tame out to greet the caravan and how tbey looked with aw upon the pretty white face of the young Knglish lady. But that must-remain another story. Sufficient Suffi-cient to tell here that Lady Dorothy wa ' Tbo Kw lev Hral4. ' On. of th. wat.r boys chosea by th. Prince t. accompany Lady Dorothy's axpeditioa. He i. a wait from the deeert. Hi. oa.i. horn, is cIom to the di.trict ia which it i. hoped th. troglodyte, will be found. shared Into the (ton paved room la which th Trlnce receive, hi guest and there found awaiting her tb mysterious Bash Agha, th ruler of th Sahara. She wa astonished to find a gallant Arab, who bowed before her with the grace of an old time knight and who spoke English with Just a trace of accent Prince Bash Agha la a true Arab, but also he Is a European In hi manner and tastes. He was educated edu-cated at Oxford, a hare been many other Arabian prince Lady Dorothy, it may be presumed, went at once to her subject Tbe Prince wa much distressed. "They are there somewhere to the south," he said. "My people have told me of them. Tbey have told me, though, only what ther heard from their fathers and what their fathers heard from their father It I a tradition of th desert We all know ther I a lost tribe out there and we have all searched In vain to find them." "But," said Lady Dorothy, "th old Arab in Tunis he wa anr that you knew." The Prince laughed. "Te. w all know Just where they r We know that they live In a oasis within a one day' ride across tbe sand from tb burial ground of tb elephant." "But why," aaid Lady Dorothy. wby I It then that we cannot go at once whv not find the burial ground of tbe elephant and then, a yon say. rid but on day to wher the troglodyte are?" "Tbat I Just tbe difficulty." said th rrince. "No one know where the elephant ele-phant go away to die." . Then Lady Dorothy learned one of the other legend of th desert Some place, thl tradition runs, near a great oasis which ha never been found, ther ia a great stretch of sand. wept ground wher i the elephants, when tbey know they ar ' gojng to die, steal away to die alone, apart from their fellows. That thl Is a ,, custom of elephant ha been thoroughly established. They do not like to die near other elephant Tbey seem to have premonition pre-monition of death, and amble away to -some sec ret place where tbey He dowa and accept the end. Native of th desert know many of these secret burial grounds, and it is from them that the native obtain th Ivory which they sell to the caravan Prince Bash Agha explained that, the legend of tbe tioglodytes Included the tradition that If one should find the largest of these burial grounds be would find one day ride to tbe east the home of tbe forgotten peoples . of the Sahara. Lady Dorothy returned to England, but she did not forget And the thought tbat perhaps she could ride into the desert and . locate these ancient peoples and perhaps find among them tbe boy whom the little etlrl at Chissay still remembered, proved too fascinating for her to put aside. She has decided that she will undertake the mission. Prince Basil Agha has promised that h -will accompany Lady Dorothy when she sets out from his rastle at the oasis of Laghouat He will assign to her a little company of th best riders of tb tribe of Ouled NiL trine or race of tb same ancestry as their own. How this visitor knew where to find the cave dweller in France, why he came to them and where he went when he Uft ha never been discovered. He appeared late in the afternoon of a summer day, his rough dress showing that he had walked far. In his arm be carried the little girl, who still wore the ragged, roughly woven garments of the desert tribe. He left her with one of the cave dwelling families, and after na-su.vt-sfu!! attempting to make himself understood, dlminnared alone after a few buura' rcrt. The girl grew up to young womanhood. But all through her year there has clung to hcr a faint. Indistinct memory of a horns in the desert, of people, men, women and children, who slept outdoor -around her. Stalling out In ber memory 1 a vision of a playmate, a boy of ber own ag for whom, it seems, even in that early ag she had been set apart To her now tbl strange memory vision of a past too far away to be distinct seems to be the recollection recol-lection of a childhood sweetheart Sbe "remember nothing more. She does not remember the boy' face, she does not remember ber people, she doe not remember remem-ber where these childhood day were spent but somehow there 1 th picture In ber mind of great, open (pace around a circle of tree and ct frequent eandstorm There is something Strang (bout thl little girl and about ber memories. Lady Dorothy' hardly thlnka It possible thst this child wss brought out of the desert by the representative of a forgotten for-gotten tribe, who found bis way atraight to the sea and straight to the village .still populated by the civilized descendant of bis people, his only mission being to leave with them a young child of hi tribe. Still the story I told, and Lady Dorothy must believe what th people tell ber. She talked with the young woman and was so Impressed by the vividness of ber recollections that ah at one went to Africa, ther to learn what there might be Cearrtsht. 12. kr |