The Desert Song. The belle of Paris tires of the city, seeks romance in torrid Morocco. There she is wooed by the son of the French governor, mildly. The youth warbles:
My passion is gentle My appeal is mental.
It is of no avail. She cuts his face with a whip. In a twinkling he appears as no less a figure than the "Red Shadow," leader of native insurgents. Masked, the Flaming Youth makes successful love in the desert fashion. In the East when a man claps his hands twice, slaves rush out,...
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