The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1894-04-23

depths OF water drops.
Little by little, however, b charm OF
blue eyes wears of; that tender charm
intermingied in his mind with the frst
experiences OF convalescence, its first
walks ont of doors and with the climate
OF France, so soft and temperate. Ka
dour has finally forgotten Katel.s In the
whole Chelif valley nothing Is talked of
but his approaching marriage with Va
nina, the daughter Of the aga OF Deem
del.
One morning o long line OF mules
could be seen on the road leading to the
town. It is Kadour- BEN herifa, who IL
going with his father to 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 as he
handles all these pretty jewels, these
drifts OF silk and shimmering stuffs, ka-
dour thinks only of Yamina. The orient
has completely reconQuered him, but
more from the force of habit and the in
duence of the place and surrounding OBJ
iects than by any bond of the heart.
At the close of the day the mules.
| drawn mp in line, laden with closely
packed hampers of inery, were descend
ing one OF the outer streets Of the town
when ON approaching the Arabian Office
they were stopped by a crowd assembled
In the street. It was o band OF emigrants
that had just arrived. AS nothing had
been made ready to receive them, the
poor things had one 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 N a 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 inst
recognized the pretty features, the thick
braids and the smile of Katel. She Ii
there, a few PAGES from him, with the
old man Rupert, the mother and the lit
tie ones-all 90 FAR away from their saw
mill and the Sauerbach that still runs by
the little abandoned home. :
tKadour!"
"Katel!'
i He has become very pale; she hai
blushed q little.
SO, then, it Is all arranged. The Caidi
house Is large, and while waiting for
piece OF land TO be allotted to them thu
family viii install themselves there
Quickly the mother gathers together tn
bundles scattered around her and call
the little ones, who are already at pla.
with the stranger children. They Q al
! crammed into the hampers with tn
stuffs, and Katel laughs with all he
: heart TO find herself 30 tall, seated higl
up In the Arabian saddle.
Kadour laughs, too, less loudly though
with q feeling of deep, contained happ'
ness. As night is coming on and it
D cold, he envelopes his companion in
. uk1G Ht8ApI0 O0A A001Cs NAA4NA NAePNS -
shimmering folds and fringes aroun
I her. Motionless and straight in her 10.
+ seat, she looks like some blond Mussu
/ man girl who has left her wells behi"
q her. Kadour thinks of it rs he looks i
e her. And then there come to him IN.
ideas, o thousand wild projects. Alre,td
q he has determined to release the aga
o daughter from her word to him.
y He will marry Katel-no n br
q Katel. Who knows3 Perhaps some da
they viii again be returning thus fro'
the ~town-they two, alone in a lane
n laurel roses, she laughing in her hie
perch on the mule, he by her bride
q now. And feverish, deep in his dream
y he starts to give the signal for departur
but Katel stops him In her sweet voice
"Not yet-my husband is coming. "
must wait for him.
81 Katel was married. Poor Kadours
il From the French Of Alphonse Daudst
|, Short Stories.