The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-04-19

women.
Arablyouth will be stricken with the charms
Of a maiden In nearby QUAR-. Then some
night he dashes up TO her tent, lifts her on
his horse and scurriss away 70 his tribe. II
he escapes well and good. IL he is caught
nothing can save him. He Is executed in
stsntly.
And suppose" observed Bonaventure
Jones who was listening to this explanation,
that a year or two later when ne is walk
ing the floor nights with the screechiug
baby, be wishes to Allah be had been
caught"
MOORISH CUSTOMS.
Needless of this trivial interruption, Sldi-
MOlak tells ne of the customs of his country,
aud with charming sopbstry defends the
shocking practice q polygamy. Yes"
said he. I'VE nave our harems but we pro
teet our women. hey are jeaiouSly cared
for, tenderly nourished, treated with great
kindness, loaded with presents All the at
lection OF our natures goes out 10 them. We
look upon them as creatures given us by
Allah TO cherish and keep iuviolate from the
outside world. Do you, seuOr do as much
for your women Remember [ have been
In Europe, in Paris. True, YOU have only
one wife. But are you satisfied! Have you
not degraded womankiHd Reuerallys What
have | seen in the European gardens,
in the cafes, the theaters the streets! Full,
all full Of women, not wives Not creatures
devoted to one lord, but to dozens. That,
senior, is modern civilization, nineteenth
century Chris ianity. You attire your
selves IN tight-ftting, dismal black clothes;
you pinch your feet, grip your necks, cover
tightly your hands with singular fashions
You build towering houses. one family
living above another, up, up, up. You have
prisons filled to Overlooking, insane asyiums
crowded to the DOORS CHASTITY, overpoWer-
ing poverty, that tells of the failure Of
your institutions. And then you pity
us barbarians, and would convert
us to your passions, your preiu-
dices, your commercial dish Jnesties. You
say we are indolent, but are we not contentl
Is there nothing in life but toll and worryG
Are your worklngmen and women in the
ceaseless strugg ie for existence happier than
we who breathe Gods free air, believe in
the Koran and praise the prophet! Tan
giers, recollect, is not a fair sample Of
Morocco. 1t is horrible and degraded.
Shall l tell you whyl Because it Is being
Europeanizadl 1t is on the borders Of the
newer life-is tainted by your civilization.
All that Christianity touches she bighcs.
Wait until you see the cities Of Alcazar,
MechineZ, Arziiian
And Fez," broke in Jones'
I'VE shall not see Fez." answered the
Moor in his quiet, convincing tone. "Cadi,
Add el-Kafen will meet US at kfcazar The
sultan Is indispCsed and cannot meet the
NazaTene. At Alcazar aud at Me,hinez we
will entertain you in UT barbara way, and
you shall partake Of our Moorish hospital
lty. Is not the senior cOntentH | was per-
fectly, but Jones was utterly cast down. He
had set his heart on chatting with the sui
tan, for what he mysteriously called "busi-
ness purposes" he also knew that the
reason for not going 10 Fee was a dread of
the American mannerisms He quietly
cursed all Africa. and proceeded thereafter
in a most dejec, ed way.
Toward sunset we rested, and pitched
our tents for the night. As the slaves were
busily at work a caravan journeying to
Fez passed by. Ia front was a venerable,
stately Moor; behind him rode half a
dozen Arab soldiers, dressed in gaudy robes
and mounted on beautiful horses. They
carried long, thin-barreled guns, wore
carved and Jeweled daggeTs at their girdles,
and altogether were most imposing. Be
hind these, mounted on cames, we're a
group of women, one of whom was partly
unveiled, ana whose exquisite features re-
sembled one of Raphael's Madonnas done
in bronze. Then came dragomen and serv-
ants, pack>mules and negro drivers. Bona
venture Jones appeared much impressed by
the Moorish maiden, who, Notwithstanding
her sad sweet face, wore her fez with the
jaunty air Of Partisan coquette. He raved
over her, but as heis nothing if not gallant,
little attention was paid to his rhapsodies.
A SENSATION.
That night there was a commotion in our
camp. l was awakened at midnight by
Sidi~ Moluk, who said gravely: Your
has disappeared. He sent me
word by one Of his servants that he thanked
me for my kindness but as l wouldn't take
him to Fec he was going alone. He would
catch the caravan which had moved on
during the carly evening l fear greatly
for the result. He left this letter for YOU
/ read as follows:
On THE ROAD TO FEz, Feb. &c, '0l.-MY
DEAR WHITE: You must excuse this abrupt
departure, but ] am going to Fee. II is
really necessary. l have to see the sultan
on business. The fact Of the matter is l am
in a New England shoe factory
and l want to get the sultan to order few
pairs of our shoes for himself and his women
folks. The purpose is advertising. You can
see what a big thing it will be for our
Brockton establishment, If l get the
sultan OF Morocco to indorse by or
deripg "Bagget's Celebrated IS Shoe" tor
himself and all the girls in his palace. 1t
will catch custom and the American press,
sure. If l can see the sultan III fix it.
never fear. And then again, Beyond the
Alps is Rome.n In an hour | shall be up
with that caravan, and shall try to get in
with the girl on the camel. You shall hear
from me at Tangiers or Malaga within a
month. But if anything unpleasant should
happen, and | get my head cut Off remem-
Der l am simply victim Of business exigen-
cies. Yours very truly,
BONAVENTURE JONES.
And so ended my day in Africa. l am
now at Tangiers, waiting, like Micawber,
for something to turn up. Those familiar
with the naughty and relentless character
Of the sultan's surroundings, aware of the
intolerance and crafty cruelty of Moham-
medan rule, think | have seen the last of
Bonaventure Jones. Within me. however,
is an abiding faith in the kindly kismet of
the daring American. and | expect almost
any day to see him in the flesh.
THEY KILLED TIE BEAR.
Two Plucky Boys and One Blunder-