The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1894-05-04

LATHE by little, however. tho charm of
blue eyes wears of; that tender charm
iaterminglea iii his mind with tho first
experiences OF convalescenee, it's first
walks out OF doors and with the climate
of France, So soft and temperate. Ka-
dour has finally forgotten Katel. In the
whole Chelif valley nothing is talked of
but his approaching marriage with Ya-
NINA, the daughter of the aga of Dzon-
del.
One morning long line or mules
could be seen ON the road leading To the
town. 1t is Kadour- ben herifa. who is
going with his father 10 select the we'd
ding gifts. The whole day is spent in
the baZaars examining burnooses all shot
with silver. rich carpets from Smyrna.
amber necklaces and eardrops, and "a he
handles all these pretty jewels. these
drifts of silk and shimmering stuffs, Ka-
dour thinks only of Yanina. The orient
has completely reconquered him, but
more from the force of habit and the in
fiuence of the place and surrounding OBJ
jects than by any bond of the heart.
At the close of the day the mules,
drawn up in line, laden with closely
packed hampers of tinery, were descend
ing one of the outer streets of the town
| when on approaching the Arabian office
they were stopped by crowd assembled
in the street. Ii was band of emigrants
that had just arrived. AS nothing had
been made ready 10 receive them, the
poor things had come TO the office TO
protest and question. The more dis
| heartened remained seated on their
boxes. wearied from the journey, an
noyed by the curiosity of the crowd, and
over all these exiled ones. like an addi-
| tional touch of sadness, shone the rays
of the setting sun.
| Night was coming on to make still
/ more wretched for them the mystery of
| this unknown land and the discontinue
| of their arrival. Kadour looked at them
mechanically. But all at once deep
| emotion arose in his heart. The cos
| TUNES of the old peasants, the velvet
| bodices of the women, all those heads
| the color of ripe wheat-and here his
| dream takes actual shape; he has just
| recognized the pretty features. the thick
/ braids and the smile of Katel. She is
/ there. few PAGES from him. with the
| old man Rupert, the mother and the lit
| tie ones-all SO far away from their saw
mill and the Sauerbach that still runs by
! the little abandoned home.
'.Kadourr
| "Katel.''
| He has become very pale; she has
| blushed n little.
SO. then. IL is all arranged. The Caid's
/ house is large, and while waiting for a
| piece OF land to be allotted to them the
1 E.. &clI
| Quickly the mother gathers together the
| bundles scattered around her and calls
! the little ones, who are already at play
| with the stranger children. They are all
| crammed into the hampers with the
stuffs, and Katel laughs with all her
| heart to find herself so tall, seated high
| up in the Arabian saddle.
Kadour laughs, too, less loudly though,
| with feeling of deep, contained happi-
ness. AS night is coming on and it is
| cold, he enyelops his companion in a
fine striped burnoose, which Grapes its
! shimmering folds and fringes around
| her. Motionless and straight in her lofty
| seat, she looks like some blond Mussul-
| man girl who has left her wells behind
| her Kadour thinks of it as he looks al
her. And then there come to him mad
ideas, thousand wild projects. Already
| he has determined TO release the aga's
| daughter from her word to him.
| He will marry Katel-no one but
| Katel Who knows: Perhaps some day
they viii again be returning thus from
| the town-they two, alone in a lane OF
laurel roses, she laughing in her high
perch on the mule, he by her bride as
now. And feverish, deep in his dreams
he starts to give the signal for departure
but Katel stops him in her sweet voice:
| mot yet-my husband is coming. We
| must wait for him"
| Katel was married. Poor Kadour!-
From the French of Alphonse Daudet il
/ Short Stories.