CANADIAN SPECIAL ARTICLES
ONCE, on the beach at Tangier, I saw a man immaculate in sun-helmet and white linen approach a tourist who had just landed from the Gibraltar boat. “Are you an American?” he asked, abruptly. “Yes,” said the other curiously, “I am.” “Then talk to me,” pleaded the immaculate one, clutching the newcomer by the arm as though he was afraid he would run away.
By E.Alexander Powell F.R.G.S.34 min