Connecticut western news., 1891-01-14


 But 1t haa lalped to bsar ths. .haoasoms
 That crown an0eher, fairer hfA
 -Bessie Chandler in Harper's Bazar.
 KADOUR AND KATEL
 Kadour- ben-C Cherifa, sergeant major of the Algerian sharpshooters, was believed to be dying when he was carried into old Rippeft's sawniu on,the Sauerbach. For five long weeks he lived as in dream, parched with fever and racked with the pain of his wound. Sometimes he thought he was in the battle again, shouting and bounding across the flax fields and hop gardens of Wissebourg; at other times he fancied himself once more at home in Algiers with his father, the kaid of Mati- matas. ss FE-
 At last he opened his eyes and became dimly conscious of being in a cool, clean room. with white curtains at the win dows, and outside green branches way ing, and light clouds passing before the sun. Near his bed sat little sister of charity, watchful and quiet, wearing in- deed no silver cross. no rosary, no veil, but. instead, two long braids of yellow hair falling over 8 black velvet bodice. "Katel, Katelr and the peasant girl would go on tiptoe out of the room, and then the invalid would hear clear young voice which seemed to him as refreshing as the sound of the brook that ran mur- muring under the windows of the mill
 K2dour was ill for long time, but the.R e.Ripperts took such good care of him that his wounds healed, and they con- cealed him SO cleverly that the Prussians were not able to send him to die of cold in 8 casemate at Mayence. Soon he be- gan to talk, showing his white teeth; then he took few steps round the room, with one sleeve hanging empty and great gaping hole in the midst of the embroi- dery, and his arm still bandaged and helpless Then he went every day into the little garden, and Katel would bring out little rug seated armchair for the invalid, putting it down in the warmest corner by the wall, where the grapes rpened the earliest, and Kadour, who, being kaid's son, had studied in the Arabian college at Algiers, would thank her in French, which sounded little barbarous, mingled as it was with bono bexef and maeach bono.
 Without suspecting it the young Turk was falling under aspen. The easy gay ety of the French maiden, who lived as free as a bird, her face unveiled even in the open air, and her window unbarred. astonished while it fascinated him. It was so very different from the walled up life of his countrywomen, with their white, lemon scented veils.
 Katel, on her part, thought the stranger little too dark skinned; but he had such frank face and he hated the Prussians sol One thing displeased her terribly. and that was that over there in Algeria man might have sev- eral wives She conld not understand that, and one day when Kadour, to tease her. said in his foreign jargon, "Kadour soon marry-have four wives-four"- the girl exclaimed angrily, "Four wives: Oh, the villain, the paganr'
 The Turk burst out laughing as glee- fully @ 3 child; then, suddenly growing serious and silent, he fixed his great dark eyes upon her face. That was the beginning.
 Kadour, completely cured, went home to his father, and one can imagine the festivities that were held in bis honor in tho land of the Matimatas. The reed flutes and the little drums played their sweetest airs to welcome him, and when the old kaid, seated in his doorway, saw coming down the cactus walk the be- loved son whom he had thought dead he trembled as if with ague under his white burnous. For 8 whole month there was an uninterrupted series of diffas and fantasias, all the Raids and Agas O. the neighborhood disputed for the honor of entertaining Kadour- ben-C Cherifa, and every evening in the Moorish cafes he was entreated to describe the battles in which he had fought
 But alas! all these fetes and honors did not.make him happy. In the midst of the souvenirs of his childhood, his horses, his greyhounds, bis arms and all the splendors of his fathers mansion, there was one thing wanting-the art less, merry laugh of Kntel. The little perpetual prattling of the Arab women, which had once made his heart beat with pleasure, now fatigued and an. noyed him; he would not admire their orange flower wreaths and wide trousers of 8 rose color satin, but thought only of pair of long braids having no pear ornaments, yet shining like golder threads under the setting sun in 8 little Alsati2n garden far away. And yet, il Kadour would but look about him he could see pair of beautiful blacl eyes made languid with kohl watching him from behind the grated windows o an old Aga's house not far distant. Ka dour cared nothing for them; what h. longed for was Katels quick glanc' round the sick room to see if anything were wanting for his comfort; he sighet for the blue eyes in which the Ugh played as brightly as in drops of clea. spring water.
 Little by little, however, the tende charm of those blue eyes, mingled witt the memory of his convalescence ant the soft tempered air of France, fade, from his mind. At last Kadour has' for go*ton Katel, and throughout the valley Of the CheGf nothing was talked of bu, his approaching marriage with Yamina the daughter of the Aga of Djendel.
 One morning long train of mule' was seen vending toward town; Kadour ben-C -Cherifa and his mother were goinl to buy the wedding presents. Tn whole day was spent by them in tn baxars, choosing burnous shot witl diver, Smyrna rugs, amber necklace
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