Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1893-04-07
A NARROW ESCAPE.

poet of the fourteenth century, whose
verse. like that of Anacreon's. was dedi-
Gated to love and wine, The book was
in Persian manuscript, was superbly il
Illuminated and was at least POO years old
Fred. did YOU buy this book abroad
asked.
He looked at me in queer way and
then said:
mo, didn't. tstole it"
stared at him in surprise.
mot Intentionally" qualified he as he
Lit fresh cigar and showed the box to-
ward me.
ut was an adventure" | said as | set
tied down in an easy chair ii am ready
to hear it. J."
He watched wreath of smoke as it
curled away to the ceiling and then told
me the following story;
81 was haunted by a pair Of superb
black eyes while at Constantinople. They
rested on me frequently in the various
marts, and they seemed significant with
meaning despite their steady gaze. OF
course they belonged to II young woman.
Her figure was not too obese to be grace
full, and though her face was covered
with the traditional veil | was sure that
1t was as ilail''Soiile "9 inc ~ CO
llIsI 'l0' iioi - cue Us '''''i n, ~ "
place thaI io"Nou lINe We "'N"""S l"
covered bridge, dim and mysterious and
odorous with spices, the venerable look
ing Turk scarcely visible through the
smoke that curled from the bowl Of his
pipe, his eyes dreamy lroiH me USE u
opium, ana MS treLllDllll8 ',ilSois count
ing ms sllCe""o'' uo'''a' wy "iiNi''"
dark eyed peanty pooSilU Il package ol
henna, WIN "HIeH ~ "S7 nei Lii77IS'
whlle ! bought Solile ''i'e'l9e "'"" 'o' Il
pastll lamp
The next place met ner was III lHe
slave market anu II s'lu'N nIo ''i'' was
queer place lor her TO De, one S'"'g''
mule Sa"ly "t yie N"''"n u''''.' y
standing aroun" llhe 50 many pieces VI
black Statnary awaiting 'ne pleasure oI
Ihe aucIioueeI' tI" "e' = % '''1'
NINE, II was again VIZ" " i,'olonSe"' w,
Wlnkn9 gaze an" th"oEht Sd" S'a'S
OF emotion
THE third time met her was IN Tie
bezesteln' tLat most oFIeh'ai o' pa1"aiS'
devoted 10 the sac OF p'Ie-tl- O'"'' laIaol9
OF mllltaTy KIND ana Only open III ! .iI
forenoon was pricing SOM j." q I.''y.
cd daSSerS' WHeh VINO sho"iu see " NY
slde put the F'l'ed unNi!o"h one J'oNe"
up each dagger as Ialu 1t "o"n' 'N'ih,
lned 1t ana spoke TO the gray ot"I"g"
IalaIial III alI'h"&nce' IiPPle VI laugh
Ter SURFING hef tLich ven. l Co'"" h"I
understand what she sa'io' po' S"'l'oaoo
the conversation was aooHt me. was d
eoou LOOKING reno" ana ""'' p''"'l v,
money ana fancy lof every IulHS t""I
was quaint one TOOK my manu- looAc"
ht II cloSeiy ana gave II Il Slight 'gii''ei
pressure lii" " li''lilt' d" "t'"C"o ~
Inc american eHiDa,Saoor' an" / LOU
MN ABOUT the mysterious nourL ne just
4au64eu at me. ,..
on can designate 1ntln ny I'l''l
eyes, ne sai'I Ihey All look allNe'
she wore turquoise rings / saiu.
II Is taVorlte gem WIN lheu' re-
plleu ne
ohe TOOK hoId OF my mana III 1le p"'
Zaar'
'Ihat'snothingnew. She was prompt
ed by curiosity Their idea of modesty
includes the yelling Of their faces, ana
that's about all. 1t may not have been
the same woman every time.
" I am positive that it was, | reJoined
III follow her the next time.
You'll be tished up out Of the Bo5-
porus the next morning, replied my
friend, with "A shrug III walk down to
the morgue to seeif | can recognize yea.
II saw "a grave look cross his face, but
that did not deter me from my purpose
The next day met her within the reli-
gious gloom of one of the cemeteries
Was she following me, or was there a
fatality in our meetingT The cities of
the dead are numerous on the hillsides
They are not large. are shaded by close
growing cypress. and each one has a
small minaret pointing skyward in the
center. There is IA great deal Of rural
beauty about them, and they are never
without visitors, for relatives hold their