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

A0RASSA Il
D native regiment of tirailleurs, was al
most dying the evening they carried him
to Rippert's sawmill OF the Sauerbach,
and for five long weeks, racked by the
pain of his wounds and burning with
fever, he lived as though In b dream.
At times he thought himself still in the
thick Of battle, shouting and Ieaping
through the fiaxfields of Wissembourg,
or, again, he was away of in Algeria, in
the house Of his father. the caido the
Matmatas.
At last one day he opened his eyes and
became vaguely conscious of Q bright.
calm, white curtained room, with green
branches swaying outside it's windows in
the soft, tempered sunshine, and near his
bed a silent little sister OF charity, but a
little sister without beads or silver cross
or blue veil; only two heavy braids she
had, falling down over a velvet bodice.
From time TO time some one would call
out, "Katel! KatelF' and the girl would
go away ON tiptoe, and the wounded boy
could hear i'm the distance q sonorous
young voice, as refreshing TO listen to as
the brook running under the sawmill's
windows. }
Kadour-ben Cherifa has been iii a long
time, but the Ripperts have taken such
good care of him that bis wounds are
healed, and they have hidden him DWELL
that the Prussians have not found him
to send him to die of cold i'm the Mayence
prisons. Now he commences to talk, to
show his white teeth and TO take q few
steps around the room, letting Of his
sleeves-the one with q wide, gaping
hole in the midst of it's embroideries-
fall empty wen well dressed and BAN
daged but still impotent arm. Every day
Katel carries q wicker chair down into
the little sawmill garden for the conva-
lescent and finds for him the sunniest
Z along the wall, where the grapes
ripen quickest, and Kadour, who, being
q caid's son, was educated ct the Arabian
college in Algiers. thanks her Ia some
what barbarous French, well sprinkled
with bono bezeffs and macach bones.
Without realizing 1t, the young Arab
il under q spell. This easy gayety Of a
Frankish girl, whose life is as fires rs q
birds, without enveloping wells out Of
doors or barred windows ut home, aston.
ishes and enchants him. So different
from this is the cloistered life OF the
women of his land-the little white
masked, musk perfumed Moorish WON.
en-. Katel, on her side, finds Kadcsr .
trife too black, but he seems so good, sc
brave, and he does so detest the Prue
slams! One thing only troubles her. OF
there in that Algeria of Africa men have
the right to marry several wives. Kate
cannot understand that at ALL so whsr
| the Algerian, to tease her, says In hi
jargon: "Kadour marry soon. He take
four wiyes-fourF' Katel becomes verJ
angry.
"Oh, what a wicked Kadouri What /.
| heathen!"
Then the Arab laughs q hearty boy
laugh, but suddenly he becomes serioul
again and ia mute before the young girl
opening upon her eyes SO wide-so wild
You would thing he wished to carry he
away in their gaze.
1t was thus that the loves Of Radon
and Katel commenced.
Now that he is well, Kadour has re
turned to his father, and You can imag
inc If there has been merrymaking Il
his honor in the land of the Matmatas
The reed flutes and little Arab drum
have played their prettiest airs to receiv
him. AS the old caid, who was sittinI
before his door, saw in the distanc
coming down the cactus alley this bt
loved son whom he thought dead, b
shook under his wooden burnoose a
though with a chill. For q whole mont
there was an uninterrupted series Of did
fas, of fantasies, in the tribe. The oaid
and agas of the neighborhood dispute
with each other the honor Of having X
dour-ben-C herifa for their guest, and D,
cry evening i'm the Moorish cafes the
would make him tell them over andove
again OF the great battles In which b
had taken part.
But all these honors, all this feastinl
do not make Kadour the happier. ]
the paternal abode, surrounded thong
he be by all the associations of his DO,
: hood-his horses, his dogs, his guns
! there 10 something always lacking-Ki
tells CHEEKY words and pleasant laughte
The perpetual chatter OF the Arabia
women, which used to cause his heart
beat 30 quickly, now wearies and ammo,
D him. He no longer admires headdress1
of coins nor wide trousers of rose &C
ored satin. Talk to him rather Of !or
braids falling down, without pearls
gauze or flowers, only intermingled vii
j threads of gold from the setting sun In
! little Alsatian garden.
y But IL Kadour would? In the ne.
@ tribe to his there are beautiful blaa
% eyes watching him from behind q
barred windows Of the aga's dweIl;l
n -beautifui eyes SO elongated with 10
II that their every glance is an INDECENT 3
ress. But Kadour no longer cares
eyes like that. What he dreams OF, wh
he longs for, Is Katel's kind look, viii
used TO make the tour Of his room
quickly to zee that nothing was Iacki
for bis comfort and IN which the life Y
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