Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1893-02-17

name"
After few words with the girl. Kba
lifan replied:
Master! May it please you, he
names Tinela''
1T is well. Tell her that she enter
my harem.'
khalifan explained his masters word
T1nela cast one hopeless glance aroun,
her. then in despair she threw hersel
upon the ground and cried piteously
a curse upon her cries! Make he
cease!' roared Osman, angrily.
But khalifan's endeavors to pacif,
the savage maiden We're futile. Spring
ing to her feet, Tinela struggled Wild,
with the giant negro. Her cries an,
screams at length attracted the atten
ton of several Of Oslnani's follower
to his tent, but still the girl fought an,
struggled for freedom.
Osmani's brow lowered, and. turnin.
to one of his satellites, he said gruffly
Go bring her father"
III few moments Tinela's father
bruised, battered, and blood-stained
was dragged forward from the crowd 81
captiveS.
Strengthening his head, and foldins
his arms, the savage chieftain cast q
defiant look upon his prosecutors, but
when his glance fell upon his daughter
Tinela he scowled and ground his teeth
There was a dignity of mien about the
wounded savage that attracted even the
a I'm 1i1.Nf ion nf 1,S
among whom physical courage was es.
teemed the highest virtue.
In response to OSmani's brief com
mand two of the Manyema raiders
shouldered and aimed their guns at the
chieftain's breast. The savage re-
manned unmoved; he merely shrugged
his shoulders and glanced scornfully
at his guns.
Tinela's eyes distended with terror.
'khalifan, tell the girl to look well
upon her father! She chooses life or
death for him. Another sound or strug-
gle. and that frowning savage yonder
will be shot. Does she consent to be-
have with peace?"
After the negro had interpreted Os-
mam's speech the unhappy girl stified
sob, then turned and cast a flashing
glance upon the Arab chief, and bowed
her head in Sullen submission.
'Ha! The savage is tanned? Lead
her to my tent, and take that ugly
M'shenzi away" Then, turning to the
bystanders, Osmani added, "Bassi! You
can 60.
AS the night hours passed the scene
in the Arabs camp grew wilder The
victorious raiders gave themselves up
to an unbridled carousal. The more
sober Of the party danced and sang I'M
til their bodies were bathed in perspir-
alton, and they fell to the ground ex-
hauSted.
About midnight the jewellers were
startled by Stified groan which APP
pearcd to emanate from the direction
of Osmani's tent, but treasured by the
subsequent silence they said laughingly:
"Ha! Our masters vixen shows her
teeth again" Merrily the dance and
song continued, the deep bass voices Of
the singers blending with the incessant
booming Of the drums, filling the still
night air with reverberations.
Muddled with potent palm juice, care
less, and stupefied. the drunken raiders
were too absorbed in their carousal to
notice Tinela's 1.-THE figure glide from
beneath the canvas Of OSmani's tent,
and disappear in the shadow and dark
ness
The night grew far advanced, and
the singing and dancing ceased The
log fires burned low, casting lurid
glow upon the forms of the raiders,
who, overcome with drink, now lay
sleeping in all manner of grotesque at
titudes. Deep black shadows enveloped
the crowd of native captiyes who were
huddled together in the center of the
zereba. But they slept not.
The darkness increased; it was the
hour before the dawn. The wind
rustled through the tree tops in the
forest, and the heavy breathing Of the
sleeperS became more sonorOus and reg
ular, and the frogs in the adjacent
swamps croaked dismally at intervals
Occasionally one of the wood fires
burst into fitful flame, revealing the
squatting form of doing sentinel.
Then a shower of sparks would arise
from another fire, where half burnt
log had rolled aside
A watchful sentinel glancing towards
the forest would have seen the glitter
ing of keen eyes. But the palm juice
had proved too potent. The Arabs
sentries slept.
Dark figures, led by the native girl
Tinela, climbed noiselessly over the
stockade, and swarmed like ants into
shady corner Of the camp. If one of
the sentries had but raised his head
he would have seen the CLEAN Of muir
derous knives and spears.
There was a silent movement among
the captives. One by one they arose,
freed from their bonds. Then they
crouched like leopards, ready to spring
upon their prey.
A shout, a rush of footsteps, and the
Arab camp was doomed.
Dazed and surprised in their drunken
slumbers, the Manyema staggered, and
fell before the revengeful natives. Deft
and alert the natives swarmed upon
them, hacking and hewing with their
keen-edged weapons; until panic
stricken, the surviving Manyema rushed
towards Osmani's tent There they
found Khalifan with a flaming fire
brand. Holding the canvas aside, the
negro entered. Osmani ibn Seyf was
stabbed in the heart with his own dag
ger. Tinela had revenged herself