Waterbury evening Democrat., 1892-12-03

were klIleo, ana you ana several more wounded"
 ''It was all the fault of those brutal, bloodthirsty Turks. One of them-it is some satisfaction to think that killed the scoundrel-shot down one of the Frenchmen after they had asked for quarter and I had promised them their lives; and then the others in their rage and despair fired the cartridges"
 'That is very likely, I think. I am glad you killed the fellow. As for what has happened since-well, to begin with, the French have thrown up the sponge"
 "Are they gone?''
 'They are. For the first time in his life, Boney has had to order a retreat. The attempt to take Acre has cost him dear. He has lost eight generals, eighty of his best officers and upwards of three thousand private soldiers, and he is followed by foe from whom escape is impossible-the plague. His line of march is strewn with the corpses of it's victims. Sir Sidney is off to Jaffa, keeping them in view, and when op- portunity offers giving them a broad side. He called to inquire after you the other day. He has mentioned your name in his dispatches: so you are sure to get your post. Djezzar has been here almost continually. He was ter ribly cut up when we thought, as we did at first, that you would not pull through. He called you his son, and wept. He must have a heart some where, though he is such an old cut throat. They say he paid so much apiece for the heads of French soldiers, and counted them and paid the money himself"
 Blake told me, further, that the Kan garoo was in the harbor, and as soon as I could be moved would take me, and number of other sick and wounded, to Portsmouth. Mrs. Bruce, the wife of one of the warrant officers of the squad ron, had been appointed to act as my nurse, and watched me turn and turn about with my steward. The pasha came in while we were talking. He ex- pressed great joy at hearing that l had recovered consciousness, and would have engaged me in conversation, but Blake would not allow it. He said that I had talked too much already. So Djezzar had to go; but the next day he came again, and, sitting down by my bed side, talked for nearly an hour-some- times in French, sometimes in Ara bic about the siege and all that had be- fallen since we first met. He was very proud of his victory over the French, but frankly acknowledged that with out the help of his English friends Acre must have fallen. They fought like devils, he said, in the final assault, which took place two days after I was blown up; he crossed swords with Murat, and could have killed him, but, seeing that he was a beau garcon, Djezzar contented himself with cutting off the plume of the generals helmet. Another time when pasha came to see me he inquired, in hesitating, roundabout fashion, whether I was married. Turks, he said, apologetical- ly, would regard such a question as a deadly insult; but as we were both Europeans he hoped would not be of fended.
 answered that was not offended in the least, nor married-yet.
 "You perhaps will be?'' "I hope so."
 "You don't buy your wives in Eng. land, think?'
 "No."
 "Nor keep them locked up?" "Nor keep them locked up." l "And the law allows you only one, believer"
 | "Only one"
 'I think your plan is the best," ob | served the pasha, after reflective