The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1867-07-13

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tribe the Hauran, had heard of this extra
orditas Invention, and resolved either to seize
sit, destroy work which promised to turn
the mHl,Rheel into the philosophers stone.
Thy moved in great force against the Benz
Koll9hi "A battle followed, desperately con-
tesbdl iH whicL Mustapha again distinguished
himself But the rumor had now reached as
fa4aas&l,e coasta Of the Red Sea; tribe on tribe
were taustering to seize this mighty structure,
which was said to be tho work of magio,-a
scttress wrung directly from the lips Of the gol-
den hinge of Solomon. A council of war was
held sSn which il was resolved to fly that night
fromis this overwhelming superiority. But,
whs}Maa TO be done with the great structure
towiysca above oil their tents. To carry it
awsS was impossible in the rapid march of the
tribe to leave it was disgrace. It.was there
:fots ito be burned. The tribe marched at twi-
lighlasnd its flame lighted them many league
ovefstfe plain. They at length halted, and
the brovisons were to be prepared. But the
confusion was now universal. Even the old
hanSSnills would have been better than none.
Thesribe rushed round the tent of Mustapha,
assailing him by every name of guilt, for hay
ing bewitched them, first into war with all
boFs, and next, into eating corn tn
groild; an insult worthy of the magician's
blosd. The Bey was thundcrstruck. He al
mot tore his beard in vexation. "Yct," he
exclaimed, "it is not these savages that blame
sonslch rs the fool who could not leave them
to tlleir own wits. BY Allah, deserve to die
by the needles of the women, for the absurdity
ofthinking that the present generation could
not manage to live, eating grit in the meal, us
wcssEas their forcfathcrs did" But this wis
don was now too late. A guard who had
suyped on unground corn were placed upon
th9 tent, and he was ordered for public execu-
Etidsat day break.
& gan ,,honr after midnight he was awakened
bI tho sound'of knife cutting through the
q the tent. The young Scribe had thus
way to him.
ou," said he, "at last resolved to
a. ||3g sorld Sto be wlsc In ;.s own good
lustapha lifted his eyes and hands to
sh5 "Havc you" continued the interroga-
~ GSoivcd never to think CT teaching the
knowledge of men to children? Havo you re-
solved to try what it is good in the old, before
you hurry on the new? One question moro -
have you resolved to give up the honors of
shcik's son-in-law and never to wed till you
see once again the vision of the Bosphorus 2"
Mustapha sprang from his seat at the words
Three horses were piqucttcd in rear of the
tent. On one of them was already mounted
the captive pasha of Sidon, who acted as their
guide; aud tho fugitivcs wore soon far from
the camp of the Benz Kohlani At the dawn
they were galloping along the shore; ship
was off the coast; they hailed it, and found
themselves in the Venetian vessel which had
brought the pilgrims. To Mustapha's enquiry
as to his converts the answer was, s:that they
had never qunrrcllcd, from tho day he had
ceased the attempt to reconcile them"
The vessel dropped anchor in the gulph of
Maori, and Mustapha viewed the shore of Asia
with immcasurablc longing. The young Scribe
OWNED his cmotionsandsaid, 'AIy lord, youmus
return to your country, and take the station
~ anu talcitS, marx IOr your
own"
"No! my inheritance is now in the hand of
another" said Mustarha bitterly; '':hc sword
of my fathers is rusted in the sheath of their
son. We must find some lonely hill, or un-
known hermitage, and die together
"Ncvcr y exclaimed the Scribe. sThe
daughter Of the Sultan was not made to be his
follower whom she could not honor rs her hus-
band"
AS the words were uttered, the slight hand
was raised to the forhcad, and the deep turban
which had SO long shaded the countcnancc was
th,cwn back. Mustapha started with u cry of
astonishmc;:t. The vision of the Bosphorus
stood before him-Shcrcne, The daughter of the
king of kings of the cast. With many blush
and many sigh tho lovely being told the tale
of her ovcrchargcd heart. She had ncyer for
gotten the noble aspect of the chicftain whom
she had seen on the plains of Scutari. Tho
agony of knowing that his generous spirit was
exposed to the jcalousics of a Turkish cabinet
still more than to the hazards of war drove her
to the wild expcdcnt of following him to his
dungeon. She had, from that hour been his