Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1855-11-21

menfonce looked into the street, to be
bricked up. He studied the language of
flowers, (which in the East is rather more
nervous and forcible tongue than With
us, jim order that he might be able 10 ex-
anime Leila's bouquets, and discover
whether any floral billetdoux had been
sent her from outside. To complete his
system of espionage, he cultivated a
warm and intimate friendship with Vii
ben ASA, the opium merchant, whose
house directly faced his own, in order
that he might have the pleasure of sitting
secretly ct the window thereof, at periods
when he was supposed to be miles away,
and watching who entered or left the
mansion opposite.
One day, as he was occupied in this
manner, he saw his wife's female negro
slave emerge from his house, look around
cautiously, as if to ascertain if she were
observed, and then beckon with her hand.
Then, from dark passage, he saw is
sue young man, habited as a Frank.
The accursed giaour looked round eau
tiously as the negro had done, crossed the
road, whispered to her, slipped some
money into her hand and then the
treacherous and guilty pair entered the
mansion together.
Hassan-el-Djeninah broke out into a
cold perspiration. Then he began to
burn like live Goals. Then he foamed
at the mouth. Then he got his nous
tacios between his teeth and gnawed
them. Then he tore his beard. Then
he dug his nails into the palms of his
hands. Then he clapped his hand upon
the hilt of his scimetar, and said :
Z" AS to the black slave, child of Je-
hanum and Abriman as she is, she shall
walk on the palms of her hands all the
days of her life for if there be any vir.
tue in the bastinado, l will leave her no
feet to walk upon. As to the giaour; by
the beard of the Prophet, l will have his
head"
Long before this speech was finished,
lie had crossed the road, traversed his
court yard, entered his house, ascehded
the staircase, and gained the portals of
his wife's apartment. He tore aside the
siken curtains and rushed into the room,
livid with rage, just as Leila Khanoum
was in the act of bending over large
chest of richly carved wood, in which
she kept her suits of brocade and cloth Of
gold, her jewels and her sequins. Has
san-el-Djeninah saw the state of affairs
at gllnce. The giaour must be in that
chest
He knocked over the wretched black
slave, as one might ninepin, rushed to
the chest, and tried to raise the lid. Il
was locked.
"The key, woman the key !'' he
roared.
My lord, have it not" stammered
Leila Khanoum. "I have lost it-I
have sent it to be repaired
d" The key ~ screamed Hassan-el
Djeninah, looking ten thousand Blue
boards at once.
With tears and trembling, Leila al
length han ed him the key, and then
flung herself on her knees, as ifto entreat
mercy. The infuriated Hassan opened
the chest. There was somebody inside,
certainly, and that somebody was habit
ed as giaour; but beneath the Frank
habit there were the face and form o.
Lula, Leila Khanoum's Georgian slave.
"What is this % asked the bewilder'
ed Hassan, looking round. "Who is
laughing at my beard ? What is this?''
"Yadace!' screamed Leila Khanoum,
throwing herself down on the divan, and
rolling about in ecstacy. " "Yadace Oh
my lord, for you took the key !"
"Yadace !' repeated the Georgian
slave, making low obeisance.
"Yadace !'' echoed the negress, with
a horrible grin, and showing her white
teeth.
q Allah Akbar !'' said Hassan-el
Djeninah, looking very foolish.
And such is the game of Yadace.