Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-12-17

ho" VCAy OAu ouu locUlc. dis UaCk was
bent, and his transparent hand trembled
as it clutched cane. A white beard
surrounded a still winter face, and as he
came near his wife he held out his
hand toward her with an uncertain gesture
as If the room had been dark. This world
appeared to him but dimly. "Selima,"
said he, "the Oliver hath taken. We,
too, must 60 in our turn. Weep, my
love but weep with my moderation, for
those little ones have gone to sing in the
golden cages cf paradise. There is q
heavier sorrow in my heart. Since my
first-born, Hall, departed for Bassora,
I have only written once to learn intelli.
gence of him. He was then well, and
had been received with favor by his
uncle. We have never done our duty
by that boy" His wife replied, .Do
not reproach me for reproach myself
more bitterly than thou ,canst do.
Write, then, to thy brother to obtain
tidings Of the beloved ore. I will make
OF this chamber weeping chamber. T.
has resounded with merriment enough.
Al! my children learned to laugh and to
talk here. I will hang it with black.
and erect tomb in the midst, and every
day l will come and spend two hours,
and weep for those who are gone and
for him who is aosent." Fadlailah APP
proved her design, and they made a
weeping chamber, ard lamented to-
gether every day therein. But their
letters to Bassora remained unanswered,
and they began to believe that fate had
chosen solitary tomb for HALL.
One day woman, dressed in the garb
of the poor, came to the house of Fad
lailah with boy about twelve years old.
When the merchant saw them he was
struck with amazement, for he beheld in
the boy the likeness of his son Hail :;
and he called aloud to Selma, who,
when she came, shrieked with amaze.
ment. The woman told her story, and
it appeared that it was Miriam. Having
spent some months In prison she had es-
capped and taken refuge in a forest in the
house of her nurse. Here she had given
birth to son, whom she called by his
fathers name. When her strength re-
turned she set out as beggar to travel
over the world in search of her lost hus.
band. Marvellous were the adventures
she underwent, Goj protecting her
throughout, until she came to the land
of Persia, where she found Hall work
ing as slave in the garden of the Gov
ornor of Ears. After few stolen inter-
views, she had again resumed her wan
behring's to seek for Fadlallah, that he
might redeem his son with wealth but
had passed several years upon the road.
Fortune, however, now smiled upon
this unhappy family, and, In spite of his
age, Fadlallah set out for Ears. Heaven
made the desert easy and the road short
for him. On fine calm evening he
entered the gardens of the Governor,
and found his sou gayly singing as he
trimmed an orange tree. After vain
attempt to preserve an incognito, the
good old man lifted up his hands, and
shouting, "Halil, my first-born p fell
upon the breast of the astonished slave.
Sweet was the interview in the orange
grove, sweet the murmured conversation
between the strong young man and the
trembling patriarch, until the perfumed
dew of evening fell upon their heads.
HALLS liberty was easily obtained, and
father and son returned in safety to
Beyrout. Then the weeping chamber
was closed, and the door walled up; and
Fadlallah and Selma lived happily until
age gently did its work at their appoint
ed times; and HALL and Miriam mher-
tied the house and the wealth that had
been gathered for them.
The supernatural part of the story re-
mains to be told. The weeping cham
Der was never again opened; but every
time that death was about to occur in
the family. a shower, and heavy tear
drops was heard to fall upon its marble
floor and low waiIings came through the
walled doorway. Years, centuries, passed
away, and the mystery repeated itself
with unvarying uniformity. the family
fell into poverty, and only occupied a
portion of the house, but invariably be-
fore one of its members sickened unto
death a shower of heavy drops, as from
thunder cloud, battered on the pave
ment of the weeping chamber, and was
heard distinctly at night through the
whole house. At length the family
quilted the country in search of better
fortune elsewhere, and the house re-
manned for long time uninhabited.
The lady who narrated the story went
to live in the house and passed some
years without being disturbed !; but one
night she was lying awake, and distinct
iy heard the warning shower dripping
heavily in the weeping chamber. Next
day the news came Of her mother
death, and she fastened to remove to
another dwelling. The house has since
been utterly abandoned to rats, mice,
beetles and an occasional ghost seen
sometimes streaming along the rain
pierced terraces. No one has ever at
tempted to violate the solitude Of the
sanctuary where Selma wept for the
seven little ones taken to the grave, and
for the absent one whom she had treated
with unmotherly neglect.
in Il cave IN the mountains of VlrrInls