St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-11-15
JULES VERNE.
In Absorbing Story by the Greatest
of French Authors,
ENTITLED:
MATTHIAS SANDORF.
Translation copyrighted by G. w. Hanna
1855.
THE HOUSE OF SID nAZAM.


but although he kept his ear to the door, he
could hear nothing of what was going on.
At this moment there suddenly came
loud noise. and Point Pescade had only just
time TO slip behind one of the t1oWer-potS
round the water.
Sarcanv came out of the room. An Arab
OF tall stature accompanied him. They con-
tinued their conversation, walking up and
down the gallery OF the courtyard.
Unfortunately Point Pescade could not
understand what Sarcany and his companion
were saying, for they were talking in that
Arab tongue which he did not know. TWO
words he frequently heard or rather two
names. One of these was Sid HaZam. Tor
it was the moqaddem himself who was talk
ing with Sarcany; the other was AnteGirtta.
which was mentioned several times during
the conversation.
That is strange" thought Pescade.
s'Why are they talking about Antekirtta?
Are Sidi Hazam, Sarcany. and all the pirates
or Tripoli thinking of a campaign against
an island? Confound it, And not to know
the lingo those two rascalS are using"
And Point Pescade tried hard to catch
another suspicious word. keeping himself
well hid behind the flower-pots when Sar-
caTny and Sidi HaZan came near. But the
night was too dark for them to see him.
And yet" said he to himself. If Sar-
cany was alone i'll this courtyard | might
have jumped at his throat and put it out OF
his power for him to damage us. But that
wonid uot help Sava Sandorf. and it was for
her | made that risky Jump. Patience!
Sarcany's turn will come some day"
The conversation between Sidi HaZam and
Sarcany lasted about twenty minutes. The
name of Sava was mentioned several times,
with the qualification 'arrouch," and Point
Pescade remembered that he had already
heard the word, and that it meant ''be
trothed'' in Arabic. Evidently the moqad
dem knew Of SarcanyS projects, and was
assisting him..
Then the two men retired through one of
the doors in the angle OF the courtyard which
put this gallery in communication with the
other parts Of the honse.
AS soon as they had disappeared Point
Pes,ade glided along the gallery and stopped
at this door. He had only to push it to find
himself in narrow corridor whose wall he
felt his way along its END was double
arcade supported by central column and
giving access to the second courtyard. A
few bright lights from between the bays by
which the skifa obtained its light from the
court were thrown in luminous sectors on the
soil and at the moment it would not be pru-
dent to cross them, for a noise of many
voices was heard behind the door Of this
room.
Point Pescade heSitated. What lie sought
was the room in which Sava was living, and
he could only trust TO chance to find it.
Suddenly a light appeared at the other
end of the courtyard. = woman carrying an
Arab lantern had just come out of the room
in the far angle and turned along the gallery
on to which the door Of the sllfa opened.
Point Pescade recognized her as Namir.
AS it was possible tlat the Moor was 60
ing to the girl s room it was necessary to
find the means OF following her, and in Or
der to follow her To let her go by without
her seeing him. The moment was decisive
OF the audacuuS attempt of Point Pescade
and tie tate of Sava Sandorf.
Namir came on. Her lantern swinging
almost on the ground left the upper part OF
the gallery in as deep gloom as the lower
part was brightly lighted. And as she
passed along the arcade Point Pescade did
not know what TO do.
! ray from the lantern, however, showed
him that the upper part of the arcade was
ornamented with open arabesques in Moor
ISL fashion.
To climb the central column, seize hold
OF one Of these arabesques. draw himself up
b. main force and crouch iii the central
oval. where he remained as mOtiOnless as a
saint IN a niche. was the work of a second.
Namir passed along the arcade without
seeing him and passed to the opposite side
OF the gallery. When she reached the door
OF the slifa she opened it. bright light
shot across the courtyard and was instantly
eXtingushed as the door was shut.
Point PeScade set himself to reflect, and
where could he find better position for re-
Election?
THAT is Namir who has just entered
that room" he said to himself. 1T is evil
dent she is not going to Sava SandOrf! But
perhaps she came from her. and in that
case her room will be the one in the angle
over there-l will go and see"'
He waited a few minutes before he left
his post. The light inside the Skifa seemed
to grow less. and the voices died ont to
nearly murmur. Doubtless the hour had
come when Sid Hazam's household retired
to rest. The circumstances were therefore
more favorable for him, for that part Of the
habitation would be plunged in silence
when the last light had gone out. And that
was exactly what happened.
PeScade glded along the columns of the
arcade, crept across the flags of the gallery.
passed the door of the Skifa, went around
the end of the courtyard. and reached the
angle near the room from which Namir had
come. He opened the door, which was un-
locked, and then by the light of an Arab
lamp, placed like a night-light beneath its
shade. gave rapid glance round the ROOM
a few hangingS suspended from the walls
here and there q stool of Moorish pattern
cushions piled in the angles, double car
pet on tine mosaic floor, a low table with
the fragments OF meal, a divan covered
with linen cloth-thaG was what he first
saw.
He entered and shut the door.
4 woman, doing rather than sleeping.
was reclining on the divan. half-c0vered III
one of those burnouSes with which the
Arabs wrap themselves from head to feet.
1t was Sava Sandorf.
Point PeScade had no hesitation in recog-
nizing the young lady he had met so many
times in the streets of Ragusa. How
changed she seemed TO be. Pale as she
had been when in her wedding carriage she
had met the funeral procession of Pierre
Bathory. her attitude and the expression of
her face all told what she had had to
suffer.
There was not an instant to lose.
And in fact, as the door had not been
locked. was not Namir coming back Per-
haps the Moor guarded her day and night?
And if the girl could leave her room. how
could she escape without help from the
outside? Sid Hazam's house was walled
like prison.
Point Pescade bent over the divan. What
was his establishment at a resemblance
which had never struck him before-the re-
sembance between Sava Sandorf and Dr.
Antekirtt!
The girl opened her eyes.
AT seeing stranger standing near her in
the fantastic dress of an acrobat. with his
finger on his lips and an appealing look in
his eyes, she was bewildered rather than
trightened. Rut she ar0sa and bad Sntf;cinnt