The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-07-18

/ lest her amour with the bold ard hand
/ some EngliShmau had been discovered
| ana dire consequences were now about to
be heaped upon her head Taking her
arm said nothing, but lead her along
until we reached the room where Gordon
awaited US. She turned pale and cried
out. Behold your new husband ~ / said
dramatically.
In moment he had her in his arms.
| She was quite an innocent and never
dreamed there might be some sort of a
trap, supposing that Gordon hao paid the
price asked by the pasha. In this coun-
try women are sold like merchandise.
Love making is confined to the middle or
| lower classes though, truth TO tell, some
thing similar can be found In our own
land, only there young girls sell them
selves TO rich old men and manage to per-
! sonally handle the purchase money. In
| the midst OF our Fluctuations we heard
most terrible racket. l recognized the
loud voice of the pasha. In some way he
mad managed to gain his freedom, had
/ reached the palace, and was roaring for
his guards and his favorite claymore, or,
seeing that he was not Scot, some other
swaShbuCkler appeudage equally ride
| ulouS. Evidently IL was time for US TO
skip, If we had any regard for the state of
our health
l looked at Gordon He was as cool as
a cucum Der in this emergency No doubt
he had even planned TO meet it, Hastily
leaving the palace. we set out through
the grounds, intending to reach the shore
where the boat awaited us. ALI around
was direst confusion. Men shouted, dogs
parked, and the inmates OF the seraglio
| joined in with shrieks, no doubt believing
the palace was on fire The moon had
arisen and betrayed our fight TO the en-
envy for the pasha, with some Of his
guards, was soon on our heels. Zorah,
impeded by the nature of the garments
she wore, could not make as fast progress
as we would have wished, and the Turks
| caught up with us on the beach
| In spite of GOrdon's matchless bravery
ana my own war-like spirit, 1t would have
| gone nard with US only for the coming Of
our men, who scattered the Turks like
magic.
THE POOR DEVIL OF A PASTA,
| Falling as might an OK in the shamble5
when the stalwarU Britisher shot out his
good right arm Then we jumped into
the boat and were pulled in hot haste to
the yacht, which was immediately put
| under full steam. We found the pasha
had played 'possum and eluded those set
to watch him, dropping from a stern win
| dow of the cabin and swimming ashore
before they knew he was gone. Although
| temporary success had come, feared the
| forts of the straits A message sent
thither would cause the garrison to board
| or sink US. Gordon was sending up n
rocket as ! went on deck to mention this
subject. Hardly had its last descending
| spark died out of the azure heavens than
| heard a rumbling sound some miles
! along the shore.
"Ah, my dear fellow" remarked this
wonderful Englishman, as mentioned my
fears. I've settled that. You heard the
! explosion. IT wrecked railroad and tele-
! graphic communication with the forts for
at least two days. We shall sail past in
safety" And we did, Swimming over the
blue waters of the Mediterranean. When
we were some miles away cannon was
fired as a signal for us to come to, but, of
course, we laughed in our sleeves at the
summons and kept right along. The tele-
! graph line had been repaired, and the
first message flashed over the wires was
an order to seize or sink the yacht Con
! queror, but it arrived just half an hour
too late. That is my only experience as a
pasha Brief as it was, it satisfied me,
| and have ever since in my roaming
wisely given STEAMBOAT a wide berth.