Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1897-04-29

Ca5s sUoAs now 70 escape from
this odd man Of the pumps when
there fell on my ears
Allah hoo! IlIah hoo. Allah
hoo Illah hoo r
Il was the gasping chant Of Q
body of old fashioned bumpers tia
loon badjis,) and they beat time
with their feet as they trotted to-
ward me, bearing hand engine on
their shoulders.
On they came like troop of
charging gladiators, preceded by
their Refs (chief) who proudly car
ried the glittering nozzle in his
arms, and followed by three ath-
letes, with the hose wound round
their necks and shoulders, and
whose rhythmic pace impaired to it
the sinuous motion Of q construct
ing python.
Allah hool Illah hoo ! Allah
hoo Illah hoov
Thirty years slipped from my
memory and ! dreamed that was
frolicsome lad again. | broke
away and joined the hose-bearers.
Allah hoo ! Illah hoo p
i laughed aloud and Joined the
chorus. The stamp Of my heavy
boots arose loud above the thud of
their bare feet. My comrades ex-
changed looks Of uneasy surprise.
'One Of these golden Englishmen, ,
whispered my neighbor.
'Allah's afflicted muttered an
other. as he tapped his forehead.
! threw away my hat, collar and
cravat, and q shower Of moisture
trickled into my beard and ran
down my body in little rills.
Allah hoo Iilah hoo = Iyelled.
Il am a vsgabond !! I'm tooloom-
bali shall become Refs or per-
ish.'
knew that / was dreaming, and
| maryeled at the realism of my
vision.
DO things age in dreams p I
unused. Behold, the graves in the
cypress groves are hidden by the
underground, and the trees are tall
er and thicker. Hurrah 7
The Green House at last. .
How pretty it looks with its fore
ground of massed roses and Jas
mine. - Nina's favorite ar
Dor is hidden by yonder clump Of
lilac
/ woke with a start as q kindly
Turk threw something over my
head and whispered that the sun
would injufe me.
gazed at the red caves and lilac
like gilded lattice-work which was
thrown into bold relief by the gray
brown background of smoke.
All the available ground was lit
tered with engines and manuals,
and everybody shouted for water.
Buckets, and jars, and goatskins,
and gourds were passed from hand
to hand and emptied into the gap
ing cavities, but the supply did not
suffice to initiate the thirst CON-
pressed hose.
The pumpers-both ancient and
modern-admitted that fate was
against them, and consoled them
selves with cigarettes.
is the Green House occupied p
| asked.
No, EfTendi. It has been empty
for many years. replied a courte-
Gus man OF brass.
The flowers are attended to- re-
marked another.
Yes continued our informant,
sit belongs to an italian family, and
one of the ladies is very fond of the
garden, and visits 1T from time to
time with her servants. heard
that she called this morning.
fell to dreaming again. aud my
gaze wandered from window to win
dow, and rested on the central win
dow Of the second fioor-Nina's
room-then laughed aloud, for it
was thrown open. and the phantom
Of my Nina waved its arms.
heard the hatchefs splintering
the lower doors. and the cries of
pain which followed, as the iiremen
were driven back by the heat and
gaseous vapor.
A ladder was thrown against the
window, and Nina-my own and
living Nina-gazed into my eyes
with q look of spell-bound love.
She fell back as ] bounded over