Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1879-11-13

rumors OF our condition, and had over
estimated our helplessness, for avolley
from the Hyta Basins of the escort pu
them to flight, and they dispersed at once
securing over the sand, and mocking
with derisive gestures the efforts of the
heavily-accoutred troopers to overtake
them.
All the Bedouins, however, did moi
take their disappointment as jesting
matter, for two or three of those who
had gained the opposite bank dismount-
ed and took deliberate shots with their
long guns at the foremost of US. One
match lock ball, and ono only, seemed
to take effect, for Ethel's camel reared
suddenly, with the screaming cry which
those huge beasts utter when under the
influence of rage or pain, and fell, crush
ing down the camel-drivcr who held it
by the halter and hurting his fair burden
into the rocky bed of tho stream that
brawled and raw ed as it made its way
past, fed by late rain-storm among the
Kurdish Mountains, toward the great
river. Fortunately was within ear
shot, and, hearing Miss Wynne's cry of
alarm, dashed my spurs into my horses
TANKS and, half swimming, half stun,
bling among loose stones, reached the
place where the girls bright hair floated
on the turbld water, and by great ex-
ertion was able to rescue her from the
fate that seemed eminent, and to bear
her, pale and insensible, like some droop-
ing lily that has been beaten down by
hail and rain, to the shore.
The firing had ceased, save that our
soldiers sometimes sent bullet after
the flying robbers, ane all danger was
over, so far as the attack was concerned; ;
but Ethel had been partially stunned by
the shock Of the fall, and she lay helpless,
with halt-clescd eyes, moaning slightly
As tried, assisted by one of the Arab
camel-drivers who had just come up, to
raise and revive her, an exclamation from
my rude companion made me start.
"She, too-the Frangi princess!" NUT
tered the Arab. "Well, it was written p
And, following the direction of the mans
gaze, saw, with horror that words are
too weak to express, on Ethel Wynne's
bare white wrist dark; discolored spot,
somewhat swelled and of BLUSH tint
edged with angry red. The camel-driver
had been the first to note this. There
vas strange sort Of pity in his hardy
eyes as they met mine which confirmed
my fears. Yes. had saved Ethel from
one death only to lose her by one more
dreadful; for the plague knew it but
too well-had set its marx upon her, and
she was, oil unwittingly, sickening of the
RI fl11 thof bad
OF her father. Then too for the first time
| learned to read nay own heart, and to
know how very, very dear the sweet girl
had become to me. had protected and
served her Loyalty as brother might
have done; but now I felt that I loved
her, at the very instant when it was Ger
tain that nothing short of miracle could
save her from an early grave.
"There is Hakhim at Der, if We could
carry her so far" said the good-natured
but somewhat apathetlc Shcikh of the
caravan, as he rode up; "but, Ehendi,
medicine and doctors can do nothing if
1t is ones kismet to die.'
However, by brides and entreaties l
managed to get litter constructed o,
spears and palm-branches, and persuaded
four of the sturdiest camel-nen to take
turns in carrying Ethels still inanimate
form over the weary leagues that lay be-
tween us and the frontier town.
1t was black night when we saw before
us, looming over the dead fiat of the de-
sert-never so level as where it trenches
on cultivated land-the crumbling has.
tons, the slim minarets. and the green
gardens of Der It was like the scene OF
pertur1cd dream, when the tired bear
ers Of the litter stumbled up the narrow
street lit with red and smoky glare from
the torches Of the townspeople, Moslem
and Christian, who came forth from their
dwellings, in Oriental fashion, shouting
out their comments, advice and ejacula-
tions OF wonder and pity, as we passed
by.
1t was easy to find the Great Doctors
door. Fifty volunteer guides undertook
to gu'de us to it.
"The IIakhim," said one tall old crone,
whose black vail was heedfully drawn
across her wrinkled face, "cau call the
dead to lite. See the cure he wrought OF
my grandchild Fatima!'
HE patched me up" said sturdy
fellow, whose arm was yet in sling and
his head bandaged, "when the Turkish
tax-gatherer's men cut me down with
their sabers, just because
did not hear the rest, tor already we
had reached the Hakhim's house, and the
bearers were conveying the litter through
the huge wooden gate, clamped with
iron and studded with nails, which gave
admittance to the courtyard. l stood as
If my feet were rooted to the pavement,
not daring to advance-waitlng, like q
criminal who waits to hear his sentence
"He is her husband" said a by-standel
compassioDately. mo, no, her brother, y
said second. 'tFoo1s he is her lover,'
exclaimed the sh1iller voice of woman
land my heart bleeds for him, poor lad T.
Presently I heard myself addressed In
English, spok en- with German accent
and, looking up, saw the famous Hakhim
himsef-a kind, thoughtful-eyed, elderly
professor, whose colored spectacles and
bald head, contrasted strangely with his
flowing Oriental robes and long gray
beard. ~ Tas !. 49,.
II bear good news, SIR" said the Hak.
him. my patient now under my wife'E
care, will recover. 1t is not the plague
that has seized her, go
Mot the plaguea" repeated I, hall
stupidity.
'No, mein Herr" said the doctor, in
his gentle, welghty voice. 1.-THE Frau
lein has been bitten by a. venomous fly
and will have fever, from which, with
Coda helm 7 ran venfnro IN sav-n