The Sheik

THE SHEIK:

In this world of

peace and flame

Lies a palm garden

of the Sahara

A blessed oasis

of the sands.

Where the children of Araby dwell

In happy ignorance that Civilization

has passed them by.

Maidens chosen for the marriage market.

An ancients custom by which.

Wives are secured for

the wealthy sons of Allah.

Zilah, one of the prizes destined

for the marriage lottery.

Ruth Miller

A tribal chieftain protests the sale

of his sweetheart.

Youseef...George Waggener

The Sheik, Ahmed Ben Hassan,

upon whose shoulders has

fallen the heritage of leadership.

Rudolph Valentino

When love is more desired than riches,

it is will of Allah.

Let another be chosen.

On the way to the harems Of

the rich merchants.

To obey and serve like

chattel slaves.

Biskra, the Beautiful.

Gateway to the desert.

A city of adventure. Where the new

civilization Rubs elbows with the old.

Are you going to attend Diana Mayo's

farewell dance this evening?

I am not! I thoroughly disapprove

of this young madcap's wild scheme!

The idea of Diana Mayo planing a

tour alone into the desert,

with only native camel-drivers and Arabs!

The subject of all the gossip,

the orphan daughter

of an English peer,

Lady Diana Mayo. Agnes Ayres

Her brother, Sir Aubrey,

who for years has vainty striven

to curb Diana's reckless spirit

of daring Frank Butler

Diana's guide into the desert,

Mustapha Ali

Charles Brindley

I have a good mind to make

you give up this insane trip.

I've made up my mind,

dear brother.

Evening in the Monte Carlo

of the Sahara

Diana, I love you. Postpone this trip

and give me the right to go with you.

Marriage is captivity -

the end of independence.

I am content with my life as it is.

It is the great Sheik Ahmed Ben Hassan.

He is entertaining at the Casino tonight.

Mademioselle will be disappointed-

the Casino is closed to all except Arabs.

And why should a savage desert bandit

keep us out of any public place?

Sheik Ahmed is not a savage.

He is a rish tribal prince,

who was educated in Paris.

In Biskra his slightest wish is law.

Go to the dancer and ask if I may

borrow one of her costumes for the evening.

Like a page from the Arabian Nights.

The marriage gamble Where bridge

are won On the turn of a wheel.

Oh, sons of Allah! Gaze upon

the charms of Halima,

loveliest flower of the desert.

To the cultured English girl this

marriage fair suggests the slave

of the barbarous past.

The pale hands and golden

hair of a white woman.

By whose invitation do

you come here?

I wanted to see the savage who

could bar me from this Casino.

With your permission, the savage

will escort you to the door.

It is the English woman whom

I am to guide into the desert tomorrow.

Dawn- with the Arab under the lure of

the defiant English girl.

Pale hands I love, Beside the Shalimar,

Where are you now?

Who lies beneath your spell?

Into the sand garden

of the sun.

with her brother accompanying

her on the first day's journey

Don't worry, Aubrey, I shall join

you in London in a month - goodbye.

Lie still,

you little fool!

Her exultant dream of freedom ended-

a helpless captive in the desert wastes.

Gaston, the French valet,

in the Sheik's service

since his school days in France.

Lucien Littlefield.

Why have you brought me here?

Are you not woman enough to know?

Do you know how beautiful you are?

I am not accustomed to

having my orders disobeyed.

And I am not accustomed

to obeying orders.

You will learn!

You make a very charming boy,

but it was not a boy

I saw two nights ago in Biskra.

Your luggage has arrived.

You will dress for dinner.

See that Mademoiselle is given every

comfort and attend to her luggage at once.

I speak French, Madame,

and come to serve my master's bride.

An hour of anguished revolt,

while a savage sand-storm

sweeps in from the fevered wastes.

Do you think can keep me here when I

am missed by my friends in Biskra?

You will not be missed

until it is too late...

too late for anyone to

learn your whereabouts-

the desert is a great hidingplace

Better remain here, for in that sand

fury you would not live an hour.

You are so pretty and if I choose,

I can make you love me.

I would rather you killed me.

Master, the horses!

They have broken loose!

Through the dull slumber of despair.

Until morning tempts back.

A desire to live.

For Madame to wear

the master's orders.

After a week of

sullen obedience.

To my friend, Ahmed Ben Hassan

from Raoul de st. Hubert

That I can at last make another

visit to you in the desert.

I count the days until you meet

me in Biskra. Affection stely Raoul

Pale hands I love, Beside the Shalimar,

Where are you now?

Who lies beneath your spell?

Pale hands, pink tipped!

Then it was you who sang

beneath my window in Biskra?

I always sing when I am happy

when events and things please me.

My friend from Paris is coming

for a visit Raoul de St. Hubert,

That is why I am happy that is why I sing.

Are you going to bring him here and

let him see me- like this?

You are here and so it is my wish that

you should cordially receive my guest.

You will return Mademoiselle's

possession to her at once.

I am leaving for Biskra to be

gone three days.

During my absence, amuse yourself.

You will have the saddle horses

and Gaston to keep you company.

Gaston will return your clothes.

You hate them so mush

my kisses?

As the hour approaches when Diana

must face the humiliating ordeal

of meeting a man from her own world.

The French novelist, Dr. Raoul de St. Hubert

Adolphe Menjaou

She is very fascinating, Raoul.

Be careful - she will surely bewitch you.

"Does the past mean so little to you

that you now steal white women and

make love to them like a savage?"

"When an Arab sees a woman

that he wants, he takes her!"

A desert bandit trespasses

In the domain of the Sheik Ahmed,

Under the guise of a holy caravan.

Omair, the bandit.

Walter Long

"Where is Gaston?

What are you doing here?"

I did not have the courage

to face the stranger.

Oh, be kind to me Ahmed, please!

If I had arrived a moment later,

you would have been

picked up by that caravan

and carried away from me.

At dinner St. Hubert reveals himself

as a chivalrous gentleman of tact.

If you will permit me,

I should like to retire, sir!

You might have spared her.

My presence here!

The humiliation of meeting

a man from her own world!

She is content.

Desert days bring to the captive

and the novelist a closer understanding.

Your story is wonderful,

but is it real?

Does there really exit such a

man as you have drawn.

As tender and faithful as your hero?

I do know such a man.

One who could develop into

such a character.

The men in my life have not known

the meaning of tenderness.

Have thought only of themselves.

Unfortunately, beautiful women

provoke in some men

all that is base in their characters.

And the women pays for

the beauty God has given her.

Excuse me. My ideals cannot

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