The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1883-07-26
KAD0UR AND KATEL.

NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. sergeant.mAlor Il
the native sharp-shooters, was dying til
evening they brought him to Rupert
saw.mill, on the Sauerbsch. For Eve Ion
weeks, exhausted by his wounds, an,
weakened by fever, he lay as in a dream
Sometimes he imagined himself in tn,
thick Of battle, shouting and rushini
through the flax and hop fields Of Wisssm
bourg, or else far away in the house ofhi
father, the kaid Of Matmatas. Then h
would open his eyes and see vaguely out
lined a light and quiet chamber, greer
branchts waving outside the windows, tht
sun crossed by clouds, and an attentiy,
and silent sister OF charity, one who had
in place Of cross, beads and black veil
two long hraids falling down owe u velve
bodice. From time to time somebody
would call out, "Katei, Katel." Then tht
grl would go eli softly IN tip..oe, and tue
wounded man would hear, In the distance
q sweet and clear voice, ~ hich was as re,
freshing to listen to as the stream flowing
under the windows Of the Ysaw.mill. 0'
Kadour. bent herifa remained sick q
long time; but the Ripperts cared for HIN
so well that his wounds finally healed; and
they kept him hidden 10 closely, that the
Prussians were not able TO send him to die
Of cold in the classmates OF MayenCe. Now
he is beginning to talk again, to show his
white teeth, and to take a few steps about
the room, one Of his sleeves-.he one thai
has a great, gaping hole among the embroi.
dery-hanglng empty over an arm that il
bandaged and still helpless. Every day
Katel carries a straw chair down into thu
little garden Of the saw mill for the wound
I'd man, and puts in the warInest corner by
the wall-the place where the grapes ripcr
quickest. kadour, being the son OF a kAid,
has studied in the Arabian college OF Alge.
ria, and thanks her in rather uncouth
French, embellished with "bono btzea,'
and .'macach bono" Without being aware
Of II, the Arab is under a charm The easy
gayety Of the young Efankish woman, who
lives as free as a bird; wears no veil out oil
doors, and has no gratiugs to her Window,
astouishes and fascinates him. The &C.
cluded lives OF the women OF his own
country-tnose Moorish women; shrouded
in white and perfumed with y%erveine-aIe
so different. Katel, on her side, thinks
ksdour is 4 little too dark; but then be
looks so good, so brave, and hates the Prus.
slams 80 heartily 0ne thing makes he'
very angry, however: 1t is, that way of
there in that Algeria, in Africa, the men
are allowed to have several wives. katel
cannot understand that at all. So, when
The Algerian, to tease her, sIys in his jar.
gon, IN adour, he marry soOH; he take four
wis, four" Katel gets angry, and exclaims,
"Oh! kadour, what o pagan you are!'
The Arab laughs with the frank laughter
Of n child, and then suddenly stands silent
and serious before the young girl, opening
his eyes SO wide, so wide, that you would
think he wanted TO carry her of in their
gaze!
Thus began the loves OF Kadour and
Kstel.
Kadour is well now, and has gone back
10 his fathers house. You may believe
that many festivals were given in his
honor at Matmatas. The Arab pipes and
drums playtd their sweetest airs TO wei
come him home. The old kaid, sitting
before hil door, beheld this beloved son,
whom he thought dead, coming up the
cacius-walk 10 the distance, and began 10
tremble as II seized with a fever.
For a month ,ht re Was an uninterrupted
succession OF difas and funiusiqs In III,
tribe. An the ka,ds and apas from the
nelghborhood fought for the honor Of
having Kadouf-ben- Cherifa as their guest
and every evening at the Moorish cafe he
had TO tell OF the great battles he bad beer
in, However, ali these honors, all thes!
festivals, do not make Kadour happy. ID
his fathers house, surrounded by III,
souvenirs OF his childhood, by bis horses
his ereyhounds and his arms, he feels the
want OF so%mething-it is the easy talk AM
frank laughter OF Katel. The ceaseles
prattle OF the Arab women, which formerly
made his heart beat, wearies him now
He no longer cares for headresses OF Sc.
quins, wreathes OF orange. blossoms, snc
wide trousers OF pink satin, Speak 10 hin
rather OF long, falling braid, adorned with
neither pearl, gsuzs nor flowers, but cross
ed only with threads Of gold blythe settins
sun, CHANGING through the trees OF a LITTLE
garden in Alsace. And yet, il Kadour wert
only willingi There Is in q n~eiEhhorint
tribe, o pair Of beautiful black eyes, watch
ing him from behind the window Of thu
aga's house-beautiful eyes, 30 heightened
out with kohl, that their gaze seems Ian
puor itself. But Kadour cares no longel
Tor those eyes. What he Is dreaming OF
what he regrets, Is Katel's kind look glanc
ing about the room 10 see II the sick mar
needs ANYTHING: those eyes where life wa:
always playing like light In violet water
drops. However, the charm OF those blut
ewes gradually fades away; a tender charm
associated with the first walks, with The
awakening Of conyalegcence, and with thu
climate OF France, 70 soft aud so mild
Kadour has finally forgotten Katel, In al
the valley OF Uhelif there is nothing elst
talked Of but his approaching marriage
with Yamina, the daughter OF the Aga o
Disndal. One morning. a long train o
mules ia seen approaching the city. Ka
donr-ben. Cheriia Is coming with his iathei
to buy wedding presents. The whole da,
Il .Spssed in The 6szarS, choosing burnouI
woven with silver, Smyrna rugs, amlbei
ma .klaces and earrings, and, In bandlinS
ali these pretty ieweIs, these frlnees AMI