The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1879-11-12
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1t is ones kismet to die.''
However,, by brides and entrcaties /
managed to get q litter constructed df
spears and palm branches, and persuadad
four Of the sturdiest camel-men to take
turns in carrying Ethel 8 still. inanimate
form over the weary leagues that Law be-.
tween us and the frontier town.
ltwas black night when we saw before
us, looming over the dead flat of the de-
sert never SO level as where it trenches
on cultivated land-the crumbling bas-
tions, the slim minarets. and the prven
gardens of Der. It was like the scene Of
q perturbcd dream, when the tired bear.
ers Of the litter stumbled up the narrow
street litwith 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 ciacula.
tions OF wonder and pity, as We passed
by. 's 5
1t was easy to find the Great Doctors
door. Fifty volunteer guides undertook
to guide us to it.
''The Hakhim," said one tall old crone,
whose black vail was heedfully drawn
across her wrinkled face, "can call the
dead to lite. See the cure he wrought of
my grandchild Fatima!''
HE patched me up" said a sturdy
fellow, whose arm was yet in a sling and
his head bandaged, "when the Turkish
tax-gatherer's men cut me down with
their sabers, just because !"
I 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
admlttance to the courtyard. stood as
If my feet were rooted to the pavement,
not daring to demonstrating, like a
criminal who waits to hear his sentence.
"he is her husband" said by-stander
compassioDately. mo, no, her BROTHER"
said second. "Fools! he is her lover"
exclaimed the shIiller voice of a woman !;
"and my heart bleeds for him, poor lad u
Presently I heard myself addressed IN
English. spoken with German accent;
and, looking up, saw the famous Hakhim
himself-a kind, thoughtful eyed, elderly
professor, whose colored spectacles and
bald head, contrasted strangely with his
flowing Oriental robes and long gray
beard.
II bear good news, sig" said the Hak-
him. my patient now under my wife's
care, will recover. It is not the plague
that has seized her.
mot the plague?" repeated I, half
stupidity.
mo, mein Herr" said the doctor, in
his gentle, welghty voice. "The Frau
lein has been bitten by a venomous fly,
and will have fever, from which, with
Gods help, can venture to say
But here everything seemed to swim
around me, and I remember nothing
more until, supported by the Hakhims
arm, entered his spacious house, to find
his kind wife ministering, with all
woman's instructive tenderness, to the
comfort of her young guest.
The doctor was night. The mark
which I, and Others more experienced,
had believed to be the dreaded plague
spot, really turned out to be produced
by the bite OF one of those poisonous flies
which in Syria are often found III prox-
unity to water; while from the fever which
cared tor, speedily recovered. and, under
my escort, reached Damascus first and