Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1897-10-02

SHE DREW A DAGGE
ever, soon stripped off the lead, made bull
let's of it, and fired them at the Christians.
Now we went into the church and stood
for a space by the sacred stone that is
supposed to mark the spot where the Christ
was Graded.
Beside the wall, lying face down. a young
negro was weeping bitterly. One of the
Turkish soldiers who patrol the place to
keep Christians from killing each other.
kicked the PROSTATE boy, who rose and
went weeping out into the rain.
AS we passed out by back door into a
sort of alley, the way was almost blocked
by merchants, guides and other beggars
"Baksheesh!" cried the beggars Take (,
pleaded the merchant: II am keris-
tian.'' Come to my shop" Il been to
Chicago" said another, and they would
lay hold of ourselves so that We must peat
them off. They followed us to the very
door Of the milk grotto, and some of them
even came down the long flight of stone
steps to tug at our coats, as we stood at
the edge of a circle of black-gowned girls,
who were worsh:p:ng there with a couple
of yelled nuns.
1t was still raining when we came out,
and were logged through the narrow lane
by the beggars, guides and pearl mer-
chants.
Some of our party were lured into shop
by a lace vendor, while the lieutenant and
1 entered the carriage, cold and wet My
companion flshed up half-pint bottle OF
brandy, and the moment 1t came to light
an Arab merchant poked his head in and
asked, excitedly: "Whach at? Whisk? Gin
me whisk; 1 been Chicog."
1t seemed to me that all the people OIL
Palestine mad been to the worlds fair, just
as all the burro boys at the pyramids had
seen Mark Twain and had served him in
"six-seven," as they say.
When the officer had not given the bottle
to the beggar, he began suddenly to hunch
my knee. Il say said he. gazing out
through the little glass at the back"of the
carriage, there she isl
1 saw her, too as she drew back under
the cover of shop, but liked to pretend
that did not.
put it away, lieutenant" said I. Put
the bottle away, and if / were in your
place I'd take the good advice that is put
upon medicine walls. I'd shake the bottle"
I had my little fling at the lieutenant
from time to time but 1 was aware that
the young woman was desperately in love
with him. She had stolen to his hotel in
the night to look upon his handsome face
and had followed our carriage In the driv-
ing rain from Jerusalem to Bethlehem and
back.
This was to be our last night together in
old Jerusalem, and when we had finished
our dinner we went out for a walk. The
clouds hurried up from the Mediterranean,
crossed the Dead sea and lost themselves
in the mountains of Moab. A negro in a
night shirt was hurrying past. A hammel,
toiling up the road. AS we passed on we
saw some lepers lurking in the shadow of
the wall.
A long string of camels, laden with
freight, came swinging up over the hill,
filling the evening air with the soft music
Of their tinkling bells. Presently we saw
Mozen, the thin-nosed guide, with a bundle
under his arm. coming through the Damas-
Gus gate. This was the first time we had
seen him since the lieutenant had chastised
him at the tomb of Absalom.
When he had come out Of the shadow of
the arch. the Arab stopped, pulled at the
top Of his fez and said, Bon soir.''
Your Arabian linguist likes to talk
FRENCH to an Englishman and English to a
Frenchman, and SO avoid criticism.
VIII messeaur take the beautiful haram
pcering into the Engiishman's face
What the devil do you mean?" demand
ed the lieutenant, glaring at the grinning
guide.
"Ah, she KNOW" said the Arab. "She say
messeaur have a beautiful ship on the sea
great white ship, with a lamp that shines
from jana to the pyramids, and guns that
rear like thunder. Ha-ha-h, messeaur" Che
was backing away now, "she will be there.
When messeaur steps aboard his big white
ship his beautiful haram will hold out her
hands to him, Take me, messeaur' she
will say, and what will messeaur do, who
HAS Indue love TO b poor syrian girl, ard
stolen her heart from Mozen, the drago-
MEn%
The lieutenant made rush for the Arab,
who had by this time put some ten or If
teen feet between the Englishman and him
self, and who now darted into a narrow
passage, where it was not safe to follow
him, even In Jerusalem, where murder Is
almost unknown.
II don't want to excite you, lieutenant. %
said I. when we were walking hack to the
hotel but that fellow will embarrass YOU
IL he can"
Poor DEVIL" said Blank 81 suppose
he loves the girl and I can't say that I
blame him"
.'It is not that he loves the girl, but he
hates you since the little unpleasantness
at the WE'LL
mo doubt he rs grieving over the bak-
sheesh that he lost when we dismissed
him., said the lieutenant as We entered
the hotel
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My English friend and I were pacing the
platform Of the dirty little station the next
morning, when noticed Mozen. the guide.
talking to the engineer. Presently the bell
rang and we entered the little box called
the 'First-class carriage" but the train
did not start. Looking from the window
we saw woman heavily yelled. coming
across from the Bethlehem road. mani
testify rating for the train.
The CONDUCTOR waitad for her, and when
she came up she entered the third-ciass
carriage. next to the tngine.
After an hour Of jerking and joltfng
starting and stopping, our train reached
the foot Of the hill and went capering
ACROSS the DIaiu Of Sharon. shelftv.laroD0