IN ALGIERS
Moonlight—the still waters of the ocean—
The deck of a ship—
Romance and beauty—
The great liner sailed near the northern coast of Africa. On the deck they had become engaged—the moonlight shone on them.
Dusk and bitter cold. A young woman paced up and down in the snow, waiting the coming of a train.
It was a small town in the Interior of Russia—of the Russia torn by wars and rebellions at home. A sorrow-stricken land.
The mystery, the romance of the night—the distant shores of Africa—seemed still upon her. She could almost feel the murmur of the water as it splashed against the boat.