San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-01-19

so""au tuO StiOion OI Iue NOrLnerH Tai-
way. AS he rode near the Mosque ell
Akssr ere yet the first ray of the sun had
gilded its lofty nlinnrets, from enc of
them foated the muezzin's note of it's
advent to the faithful:
"Allah il Allah! Mohammed resoul il
Allahr'
And that call echoed through the
chamber where Edith, Lady Martindn,e.
lay calm and still upon her bed. as
though love and sin and remorse had
never been. 1t sounded clear into the
chamber near, where her husband heard,
springing from bed as the sound of Sir
Roger Arnyffes rap blended with its
solemn cadence.
Lord Martindale had BEEN detained
long at the British consulate general.
at is my duty to make this national
matter, my lord" her British majestys
representative had insisted on hearing
the facts OF the capture. Much us you
may desire to avoid publicity, mus.
report the details to the foreign Office"
Cant stop the wheels of Diplomacy,
| suppose" grumbled Lord Martindaie.
lucky not to be in America. you know.
Those newspaper fellows would have
twenty different versions already in as
many newspapers, really! Some COM
fort in a slow country, after ALP
But at last, escaping the consul gen.
eral and refusing the profered services Of
the dragoman, the anxious husband
started for the hotel, walking rapidly
through the crooked and narrow streets.
But, swift as was his stride, the English
mans thoughts were still more rapid,
reviewing the near past and trying to
comprehend its punishment for him.
He not only admired his wife, but loved
her with the deep passion of sluggish
nature when walked to feeling; and her
insistent return to demand for sepa-
ration panied him more than the taunts
and insults she had heaped upon him
that morning.
But, with all that, no shadow of jeai-
ousy clouded the perfect trust he re-
posed in her. Whatever her within or
imperious temper during the ten years
she had been an acknowledged leader
and envied beauty in London society, no
faintest whisper had been heard in any
quarter against Lady Martindale's per-
feet discretion.
Suddenly the houses seemed strange
to him; the street was narrower, and he
noticed that more thanrone of the over
hanging balconies quite bridged it. He
was at the Turkish quarter of Cairo.
With agony Of helpleSsness he realized
that he was lost in a city of the dumb;
but what must be thought of his sick
wife had she walked meantime, and no
ticed his long absence from her side.
he turned, pressed round many tor
tuous lane, suddenly hating to mop his
brow, with great sigh of relief, as the
EybilIieh showed before him.
Five minutes later he had bounded up
the stair and passed softly across his
wife's sitting room. The lamp upon the
stand was turned low, but resting
against it was a folded square of paper,
addressed to him in his wife's writing.
Tearing it open Lord Martindale read:
Do not wake me. my husband. but IL you love
me take ne away at once. Cairo is hateful to me
after today! Forgive me all my waywardness-
my taunts. Oh, Herbert, take me home and /
will never ask to leave you again. EDITH.
The great, sturdy fellow read these
lines over and over, through suspicious
moisture in his eyes; with great lump
in his throat
Husband! HERBERT The first time
she has used those names for months"
he said aloud. "Poor child how her
pride muat have suffered to bring con-
fessionl But she loves me the same,
thank Godl Go. OF course she shall;
FIRST train, by lover ......,.....
He dived deep in his pocket, drew out
his Murray" and scanned the train Gst
eagerly, muttering:
"Um, UNI! 6:10 a. M; yes, that will
do. Plenty time to pack after dawn"
He stood irresolute moment, his face
glorifed almost into beauty by the radi-
ance Of new born joy. Then he softly
raised the portiere of his wife's room.
The stiffness Of death was there, broken
only by the heavy, regular breaths of the
English maid sleeping profoundly on a
near diyan. Only reflection from the
brilliant moonlight lit the room. Thrown
carelesSly upon the bed he saw the grace
full, stately form he so loved, the loose
glory Of her superb hair sweeping about
the shoulders and shadowing the face.
The husband paused beneath the lifted
curtain, the impulse to pass the two
PAGES between and softly seal their new
peace upon her lips strong upon him.
But he mastered it, dropping the por-
there gently us he whispered to himself:
''Sle would wake so startled! She is