The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1897-03-15

II
ing nv pillow and brushing away The
flies that plagued Pharaoh before me-
felt worlds stronger for my long sleep
and the lifting Of my load OF anxiety.
zen me all about her" i said, upon
sudden impulse, as / looked at the lad.
Such powers OF perception in u
mere guv'nor are no canny," said he,
with something of a blush. Indeed,
Id gladly do so, but there's so con-
foundedly nothing to tell yet, don't you
see. She's well; haven't even photo
graph, but she's the joliest sort you
ever saw; really beautiful, you know.
She's the sister Of Lupton, my chum in
lrasenose, and as good on skates or
with racket or golf club as himself.
And don't know whether was getting
on with her particularly, because
most inconsiderate old ruffian of dad
that 1 happen TO possess would insist on
being Drained by perfect paragon of
a native at a confoundedly inconvenient
moment, and them
"Why, my boy, that's hard lines" i
interrupted; "to have TO leave Helen
Lupton 10 come to this beastly oven and
turn dry nurse TO crusty old invalid
like me. Never mind. my lad. Absence
makes the heart grow fonder, and, IL
she's the right sort, as know she must
be, she'll like you none the less for do
i ing bit of hard duty. OF course you've
| written"
Eyes; that Is. / did write-but then
seemed TO turn leery all at once some
how, in the strangest fashion" Here
| the lads clear eyes dropped, and flush
| that was of shame deepened on his
cEeek--'and the long and short OF il is
| that I've written again to-day for the
| first time in two weeks. Nothing
| spoony, you know. dad; i don't want to
begin that sort of thing on paper, and
| just at his time--but a letter about
Egypt and what a rum sort of place it
is. and about you and the natives and all
that"
1--WE been thinking about what /
shall do, IA I've been lying here" said
which was clear lie, and may the
Lord forgive me 10 and worse in the last
day!-"and I've made up my mind that
I've been in Egypt long enough.
There's a few shillings here and there
for you and me 10 ospend in the old home.
Arthur, and 1 think I'll be seeking IL
soon"
But 81 would be madness for you TO
go 10 England at the beginning of win
ter" cried Arthur. in real concern.
SWELL know that" said /. 81 must
go north in the spring and by easy
stages, TO get the sun of the South out
of my old bones. And have affairs TO
settle here. But when you wed the
woman Of your choice, be it nextepring
or the next, i shall be ready TO say good
Ivy TO the Nile and the desert"
"Taally7" The boys look was worth
seeing. why. it's not such graceless
old Dad as thought; or else the club
OF the virmous Ali Hasan has had
marvellous effect upon your intellert's-
ais. Believe me. sir" he added, more
seriously. II shall do the best can tc
win you home"
When there is little need of spinning
long tales word will do. recovered
almost like magic. Old Casaldi was sent
packing 1t is what Arthur calls on,
of lfe's little ironies that we're always |
so glad to get rid of the man who saves |
our lives. In n shorter time than dare |
say, lest IL be thought untruth, Arthur |
and were securing the country on oui
ponies; the fever camp was broken uD |
and we moved 10 Cairo.
1t was the day before this happened |
that the boy and / were padding |
through the sand which everywhere |
borders the green belt, when we came
upon tall, black-robed figure in wait.
ing for us.
Arthur" said I. "this Is Ali. son OF |
Hasan. good and true man. Ali Hasan,
this is the young master of whom have
spoken 10 thee.
The East and the West greeted each |
other, the former with the profound |
salaam and that touching OF the fore
head which shnll never cease TO think
the most beautiful OF salutes, the latter
with an air of complete bewilderment.
"Come," said !; "let the ponies rest
while Ali Hasan tells us that which i.
TO be told"
Together we sat down with our backs
TO rounded hilock of sand and Ali
began his tale.
THE Efendi knows all, !" he said, "but
IL is we'll for this young master 10 learn
that the stone of which Ali robbed him
in his sleep was the black heart of the
witch Ameniritis. Ages ago she lived
and wrought such woe on earth that
my people have never ceased 20 tell,
from father TO son, the tale oft Whether
it was her beauty or her black art I
know not. but never did eyes Of young
man fall uopn her but he became rs
one mad, forgetting her he loved, for,
salIing wife or children for her sake.
And the ressoh of such magic was this,
that in bcr youth she died one day,
and the priests prepared her body for
cntombment with the other princes and |
princesses of the blood But when her
heart of flesh had been removed ond the
heart-stone had been put in place, she
strnightway rose and was whole npnin