Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-11-09

the f1eshpots of Bagdad. On the eve
nin,, Of the seventh day, as I was picquet-
ing my horse, I received an urgent invi-
tation from Miss Wynne begging me to
to come at once. I did not lose a minute
in obeying the summons.
| NV worst fears were confirmed. Mr..
Wynne, who had on that day, repeatedly
complained of headache and lassitude,
was very ill, and there could be no doubt
as to his symptoms being those of the
fell disorder to which so many Of our
company had already succumbcd. All
that care and loving kindness could do
was to alleviate the pains of impending
death-for, from the first, it was evident
that the case was hopeless. Before Mr..
Wynne died he took my hand.
"Yoa are our friend" he said, in his
weak voice, and our countryman. I am
obliged to leave my girl alone here.
Promise me, Harold Marston, on the
word of Christian gentleman, that you
| will-see her safe-home."
He ceased to speak, and said no other
articulate word; but gave the pledge he
asked of me, and performed it faithfully.
Those were sad and toilsome days that
succeeded Ethels grief was deep and
bitter, and it had needed all the argu-
ments and cntreaties that I could conf ure
up to induce her to accompany the mex
| orable onward movement of the caravan,
| leaving her father IN the hurriedly made
grave beneath cairn Of loose stones. in
which my hands had helped to lay him.
In the long, slow march I was now al
ways by her side, doing my best to rouse
her Tagging spirits by speaking of Eng
land, of her old home, her absent brother,
and the friends who loved her. She
seemed grateful for my kindness, and re-
posed full confidence in me; and, indeed,
had enough to do in keeping her ia
theirs remaining servants to their duty,
and in providing for her comfort at the
hating places, as with diminished num-
bers we went on-the jackals' doletul
howl our lullaby, the vultures ever hover
Ing over our doomed heads.
1t was on the twelfth days march that
we reached, in struggling order, the river
Khabour- a swift but shallow feeder of
the mighty Euphrates; and, as we forded
it, a party of mounted Bedoulns dashed
out from among the sandhills, and made
a swoop upon US in quest of captives and
booty. see the scene yet-the long
lines of laden camels, the wild horsemen
brandishing their spears, or pointing their
guns. the panic among the merchants and
pilgrims, and the squirting forward of
the Turkish irregular calvary to clear the
way. The marauders were baked of
their prey. They had probably heard
rumors Of our condition, and had over
estimated our helplessness, for a'volley
from the Hyta Bashis Of the escort put
them to flight, and they dispersed at once
securing over the sand, and hooking,
with derisive gestures the efforts of the
heavily -accoutred troopers to overtake
them.
All the Bedouins, however, did not
take their disappointment as jesting
| matter, for two or three of those who
had gained the opposite bank dismount-
long guns at the foremost Of US. One
matchbox ball, and one 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-driver who held it
by the halter and hurting his fair burden
into the rocky bed of the 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 I was within ear
shot, and, hearing Miss Wynne's cry of
alarm, dashed my spurs into my horses
TANKS and, halfa swimming, half STUN
1,1incr rooohn6 tho
place where the girls bright hair foated
on the turbld water, and by a 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.
Tne firing had ceased, save that our
soldiers sometimes sent a 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-closed eyes, moaning slightly.
| AS I 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 princessy' NUT
tered the Arab. "WelI, it was written!"
And, following the direction Of the mans
! gaze, l saw, with horror that words are
too weak to express, on Ethel Wynnes
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
was 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-I knew tbut
too well-had set its mark upon her, and
she was, all unwittingly, sickening of the
direful pestilence that had deprived her
Of her father. Then too for the first time
I 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 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
| Oul sO'AeWudt dpdIueIAC OAoAhu vi. Vic
caravan, as he rode up; "but, Efendi,
medicine and doctors can do nothing if
1t is ones kismet to die"
| However, by brides and entreaties I
managed to get litter constructed Of
spears and palm branches, and persuaded
| four of the sturdiest camel-men to take
turns in carrying Ethels still inanimate
form over the weary leagues that lay be-
tween us and the frontier town.