The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1897-12-19

through the throng. came upon the
saint horse rear the middle o. me mar
kat TIE sight o. the little white struct-
ure with fts white flag brought hack the
tragedy I saw enacted there, and the
though, Of tina. horror was now mad
reI,;sh 70 nv conscience by the memory
OF another tragedy az another saints
house.
I turned quickly aside. and stepping mp
=, the elevated causeway that runs in
from. Of the tents Of the brass workers /
s.ood A while and watched the Jewish
worErssn hamnsring the designs on their
srays Presently / became conscious OF a
uttfs girl who was sitting on a bundle %
PUSHES and plating them into chain She
vas a rfrv thing. s years % ags at ne
utmost. bu. with the sober look OF little
matroa Her sweet face was OF the coior
OF copper, and her quiet eyes were deep
blue. A yellow gown OF some light fabric
covered her body. but her feet were bare.
She worked at her plating with steady in
dusrry. and as often as she stopped to
draw q rush from the bundle beneath her
she lifted her eyes ana looked WIKI a visit
full gaze over the feeding ground az the
camels, and down the lane 20 the bridge.
and Up by the big house on the hillside
10 where the sandy road goes Of 10 Fec.
The little demure figure. amid SO many
rompsng children. interested and touched
me Tnis was noticed by Jewish brass
worker before whose open booth stood.
and he smiled and nodded his head in the
direction OF the little woman.
Dear little sober-sides.' I said, docs
she never play with other chIldren2"
"No." said the Jew. she sits here every
day and ali day loag-that Is, when her
father is away"
Whose child Is she?" I asked. An awful
thought had struck me.
"a great rascal" the jew answered,
though the Little one is such an angel.
He keeps spice shop over youder. but
he Is guide az We'll as a merchant, and
when he is out On a journey the child sits
here and waits and watches for. his COM
ing home again. She can catch the first
sight IF travellers from this place, and she
knows her father at any distance See
do you know where she's looking nowf
over the road by Ell Minzah-that's the
way from Fez Her father has gone there
with q Christian
The sweat was bursting from my fore
head.
whats his Manner asked.
THE Maors call him Larby." said the
Jew. .'and the Christians nickname him
Anantas. But he's everything TO the little
one, bless her innocent face. Look. do you
see The tiny brown dish at her side? That's
for her drinking water. She brings ii full
every day. and also a little cake Of bread
for her dinner.
shes never tired OF waiting. and is
Larby does not come home tonight she'll
he here in the morning. / do believe that
II anything happened to Larby she would
wait until doomsday.'
My throat was choking me, and I could
not speak The Jew saw my emotion. but
he showed no surprise. / stepped up 10
the little ons and stroked her glossy black
hair.
"Hoolia?'' said
h. hcrl f1tn
swered 'Iyyeh'-yes.
could say no more: dare not look into
her trustful eyes and think THAI he whom
she waited for would never come again,
I stopped and kissed the child, and then
fed away.
Listen. do you hear him! That's the
footstep OF my boy overhead. My darling.
He is we'll again now. My little sunny
laddie! He came into my bed room this
morning with hop, skip and a jump
CLEAN OF sunshine. Poor innocent,
thoughtless boy. They will take him into
the country soon, and he will romp in the
lanes and tear up the flowers in the gar
den. My son, my son! He has drained my
life away; he has taken all my strength.
Do wish that / had 1t back? Yes, but
only-yes, only that I might give 1t him
again. Hark! That's his voice, that's his
laughter. How happy he Is! When I
think how soon-how very soou-wheu I
think that l.
God sees all. He IS looking down on
little Hoolia waiting. waiting, waiting
where the eamels come over the Hill. or
on my little Noel laughing and prancing
in the room above u.s.
Father. have told you all at last. There
are tears In your eyes. father. You are
crying. Tell me, then, what hope is left?
You know my sin. and you know nv suf-
ferng. Did do wrong? Did do right?
My son. Gods law was made for man.
not man for His law. II the spirit has
been broken where the letter has been
Kept the spirit may be kept where the
letter mas been broken. Your earthly
Iather dare not judge you. To your
Heavenly Father he must leave both the
deed and the circumstance. 1t ia for Hin,
70 JUSTIFY or forgive. IL you are innocent
RE VIII place your hand in the hand ~
MIN Who Slew the Egyptian and vet looked
on the burning bush And If Won ara
sulity lie VIII not shut His ears to the
cry OF your despair"
CThe End)