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dertook her education, and a sufioient

sum was placed at her disposal to meet
the projected metamorphosis. An Ia.
terval of several years went by, dur.
Ing which 1 was frequently absent in
command of expeditions engaged In
distant explorations.
was in Cairo after my return from
the Indian Ocean. Sister Agatha
brought to see me u tall, magnificent.
looking woman of the Abyssinian type,
dressed in the extreme fashion, and
tout Gtatt q la Parisienne, to which
were added a pair of somewhat ultra
fashioned pink silk shoes with heels
Louis XIV. 1 did not recognize the
Sister nor her protoge until the strange
likeness to the Queen of Sheba had
seized my hand, and In accents which
recalled the little creature in the jun
gle cried Moalima! (my mastery. 1t
was Mise =! 1 stared, and was dumb
with amazement, and vas in no wise
recovered from it when the good Sis
ter presented me a modiste's bill which
showed that the vanity Of the newly
hedged Christian was fully as great as
when nude she had decked herself
with every vari-colored ribbon she
could put her hands upon. Sister
Agatha informed me that it was quite
time to place Mise in some home
where she might become useful; and,
in view of the modiste's bill, I was quite
Of the same opinion. She had been
baptized, and bore the name of Marie.
Marie, nee Princess Mise, e tered the
family of a kind Greek lady, and with
what results will hereafter appear.
Six years had gone by and a deluge
of fire and blood hadswept over Egypt.
During the interregnum of insurrec-
ton and disorder what had become of
the Uganda Princess? Pagan and
Christian she was now a Moslem.
One day in August, 'S3, 1 was in
Alexandria, an advocate for my clients
whowere seeking indemnity for the fires
which, lit by the insurgents, had
burned them out of their houses and
homes. I was seated at the table
d'hote of the Hotel Canal de Suez.
when I was attracted by a romantic
story told by my Arab neighbor, whom
I knew to be Achmet Bey, for he was
thus addressed by his companion. who
was an eager listener to the story.
He spoke Of a beautiful woman, the
daughter of a King, who had been
brought to Cairo from far-off Ethiopia;
of her education, her charms, and how
finally, after the white man had con
fded her to a Greek family, she had
been sold into slavery and had married
her master, a Mussulman Bey like him
self, but a drunken. fellow who mis-
used her; that a short time before she
had escaped, and. seeking protection
at his harem, had been introduced by
his eunuchs to his favorite wife, with
whom she now was. It was Mise. 1
startled Achmet Bey when I laid a
heavy hand upon his shoulder and
said: "Ye Bey, Ana el moalim # bint."
con, Bey, l am the master of her
of whom you speak.)
I told him her story in a few words,
and Of the promise given me some
time before by Tewfk Khcdive that
when the rebellion in the Soudan had
been crushed and the opportunity Of
fered an officer Of rank should espouse
the Princess and he sent as Embassa-
dor to the Court of her father. The
ostensible reason given the Khedive
was that such an act would be an x
ceptional opportunity to confirm the
treaty which I had made with King
Mise years before in behalf Of Egypt.
and by which he recognized himself as
a vassal. I had another object unex-
pressed, which was that the Chris
tian child, rejoined to her kindred,
might convert her father, and perhaps
her people. to the Christian faith.
Acnmet Bey was q man OF kindly
heart. He promised nae, and even
swore by the beard Of the Prophet and
by his religion, that he would be re-
sponsible for Mise, keep her at his
house as the companion of his wife,
and when the time should come that
she should be returned he would pay
for her fantasia and marriage fete.
The Mahdi has drawn q line tightly
across the country which separates her