The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1897-05-13

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IThis interesting story was - begun in !. THE The
may begin with that date.l
Copyright, 1897, by THE NATIONAL TRIBUNE.
SUMMARY OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS.
]. Marcus Kalimakis, the weathiest farmer
in Crete, returns from his field work to his
| house. which is kept by his beautiful daughter
Ida, who sets before him his midday meal. AS
they begin to eat, Papa" Demetrios. the
priest. and an intimate friend, arrives with the
terrible news that the Pasha has decided to
present Ida to the Sultan, for the purpose Of
advancing his own interest.
III. Basil kanaris. a young Sphakiot Chief,
and the owner of mill in the mountains, is the
betrothed of Ida. 1t is decided to hurry mes
sengers to him to bring him to her rescue.
messenger sent out has his horse shot down
before he passes out of their sight They hurry
off other messengers on foot.
III. The Aga Yusef arrives to take Ida away.
He paints glowing picture of the grandeur
and happiness of life III the Sultans palace.
Ida declares that she will die as other Greek
women have done before she will go. Reused
TO fury she tries to stab the Aga, but only in
ficts flesh wound. She is caught and held,
and her father and Papa Demetrios are stricken
down by the scineters of the kavasses.
Basil Kanaris and his band, fearful of harm
to the Kalimakis household start in hot haste
for the homestead. They do not reach there
until after dark, and find evidences to confirm
their worst fears.
Nv. Ida Kallimakis is carried off toward Re-
timo by Aga Yusef. and is stolen from him in
the night by deserting kayasSes. Basil, mis!ed,
follows after the other party toward khania,
and has fearful fight with lbrahim, whom he
nearly killed, and recaptures the plunder.
V.
MORE vICIssITUDEs OF FORTUNE.
Ida Kallimakis was so perfect a horse
woman that she maintained her seat on her
pony with entire certainty even when fast
asleep. This had frequently happened. So
rugged is Crete that all journeyings by land
about the island must be made on foot or on
horseback.
Ida was the frequent, almost constant,
companion of her father in the long, wear-
some rides whittier business called him.
Often these were protracted far into the
night. Her vigorous youth demanded
sleep, and it was no uncommon thing for
her to ride leagues at time over the rough
est paths with her senses sealed in slumber.
Her pony, foaled and bred in the mountains,
was absolutely surefooted. He seemed to
know when his dainty mistress, who daily
petted and fondled' him, was yielding to
sleeps imperious demands, and TO realize
that more circumspection than ever was de-
manded of him.
After carrying her from the cell and plac-
ing her ON the pony, Islander and Ali had
foi awhile ridden either side and stead
/ led her. They soon saw that this was un-
necessary, and as the road narrowed and
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and Ali fell behind, leaving her entirely
alone.
1t took long while for the fresh sea
breeze to clear the fumes of the drowsy
drug from her brain, and she remained so
silent and calm while awakening from sleep
and the stupor as to deceive her abductors
into believing that she still remained under
the Influence of the hypnotic.
As consciousness and understanding slowly
returned TO her she thought herself in a
dream the most horrible dream that had
ever tortured her hours of slumber.
The visit of Aga Yusef and his kavasses
the murder of her father and Papa Deme-
trios, her attempt to kill the Aga, the rob-
berry of her home, her abduction, the long
afternoon ride to the Spring of Ariadne-all
must be simply horrible nightmare.
But if she had been dreaming, was she
awake yet?
Little twigs from branches overhanging
the road struck her in the face in the most
undreamlike way. Briars caught at her
skirts. The familiar Sphakiot peaks rose on
her left. The noises Of the wakening birds
and animals were very vivid and real.
II not dreaming, where was she and what
had happened since she threw herself down
on the stone bench in tho monastery
prison?
For long while she rode on, her mind
constantly becoming clearer, but still en-
tirely unable to comprehend where she was
and how she came thither.
She understood, even with the first glim-
mers of returning consciousness, that she
must not betray her awakening to her
captors, if such they were, until she was
compelled to.
They had said nothing for leagues. At
length Ali called in a penetrating whisper
to Islander in front:
"Better take the right-haud road and
reach the paved highway. There's long
strip of it, and we shall make better time :"
Nay" returned Islander; the dawn is
too nigh. Too much danger of meeting
others on the road. We shall keep in the
woods"
And he turned into the left-hand path.
She began to understand more now. She
identified the men as some Of the kavasses
who had ransacked the house.
She began to recognize the country.
They were travelling along steep mount
ain-side, toward the sea- and not many
| miles from the monastery of the Prophet
| Elias, to which Papa Demetrios belonged.
The path was mere shelf cut in the rocks
thousands of years before by those industri-
Gus roadmakers, the Romans.
Whittier are these men taking me?" she
said to herself? "Where are Aga Yusef
and the rest? Why have / been brought
away? Is it for a fate even worse than the
Padishah's harem m?n
On her right the rock lowered in sheer