The Vermont watchman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1883-1911, 1895-07-10

mild, autumnal morning | was having
gallop on n young colt over the fields to-
ward the Cephssus. AT first 1t was de-
lightful, but presently my steed became
unruly. Suddenly he seized the bit be-
tween his teeth made a bolt as if to as
sure himself of his freedom, and then,
turning, dashed hcadlong toward the town
and tore foaming down the long street OF
the Psiri. block of stone was standing
in the middle of the road Against this he
prcciptatcd himself in his hcadlong flight,
and was shot like an arrow from bow
against great block Of marble, the cor
nerstone of a house. He was not hurt and
speedily picked himself up and rushed
down toward the bazaar, spreading dis
may everywhere along his course, while
lay there pale and bleeding. My eyes grew
dim A crowd assembled around me. Con-
fused and unknown voices sounded in my
ears and | lost consciousness.
When / awolle, Irene stood at the head
of my bed watching me. As l opened my
eyes she uttered n low cry Of delight. Then
she gave me-oh, SO sweet SO loving
smilel-such a smile as / had never seen
before and have never seen since.
"Poor, poor Effendi she said as she
slowly passed her hand over my face to
stroke away the matted hair $50 far
away from Monachon (MIunich), with no
loved ones to take care of you"
cam l not richly providedY' 1 answer
ed us there no one here who cares for
mep'
"But we are strangers to you. We can
not speak your tongue, she replied.
"Not So dear Irene " answered. "You
are no stranger to me. Have 1 not known
he, 10, IL L.,
your languagep Can not say, Sc agapo,'
love your"
She blushed deeply and in order that
should not perceive her confusion she
stroked my forehead again with her soft
hand and laid it gently on my eyes. Then
she leaned her arm on the pillow, laid her
head in her hand, bent down over me and
said with dreamy, faraway look:
"When they brought you here Effendi,
1 did not think 1 should ever hear you
speak again"
"And what if you had notH" asked
conceitedly
sob, do not say such things" she said
reprovingly. "Let US rejoice that you are
alive and here with good people who love
you"
She stopped short, as If startled at her
own words, and rose from her chair. /
had not time to say any more, for at that
moment Kyria Maria entered. She was
highly delighted to find that consciousness
had returned and advised that should
now endeavor to sleep. They then made
my room and bed comfortable for me and
placed water within my reach, all Of
which .Jorgi could have done quite well,
but they would not hear it.
AT last l fell into a deep slumber and
dreamed all kinds of dreams. 1 was again
on the back of the colt galloping with him
over the meadows. All at once 1 saw
Irene Selling the horse by the reins and
begging me anxiously to dismount. Then
l saw myself, pale as death, sitting on the
steed with a fixed look of horror as he
dashed along in his wild career. At last
he ran against the block of stone in the
Psiri. was shot off and lay once more
crushed and bleeding by the marble cor
nerstone. Then l dreamed that l was very
i'll on my bed and had a crown of thorns
on my head, which a beautiful half van
ishing female figure, with bare white
arms, was pressing down harder and hard
er, 50 that the blood poured in streams
down my forehead and over my eyes.
wiped my eyes again and again and could
scarcely see the figure. At length / saw
as through thin veil two beautiful dark
eyes and heard voice saying: 1T does
not hurt, does it? l will bind your head
VI, little tighter. 1t shall not hurt you"
awoke and perceived Irene standing
by my bedside. She had put bandage
stepped in vinegar round my head and was
saying: 1T does not hurt, does it? But l
must bind it more firmly"
In this way | was lovingly cared for and
soon recovered.
The day of departure AT last arrived A
bright, warm January sun was shining
into the room which had now occupied
for more than four months on the most
pleasing footing with the landlord. Jorgi
and | were putting the final touches, he
packing the clothes into my trunk l ar
ranging i'll rows in a large box some half
hundred of books that ! thought of leav-
Ing behind We had done at nearly the
same moment. | had nailed down the box
and rose to my feet just as ,Jorgi was 81
lently strapping the trunk, The last
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