The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1897-03-13

But why instead of clubbing me on
the head and nearly killing me. didn't
you tell me about the stone 2" l asked
| rather angrily.
Would the Effende have believed T?
He knows that he would not. He but
half believes, even now. If | had told
my tale to him at first, he would have
hardened his heart and clung to the
wicked stone out of wlfulness. For
such is ever the way of the Frank. The
Effend himself might have escaped its
magic, for he is no longer young. But
I would not that it should work such
mis'ry among his people as it has
amuflg mine. Now, no man knoweth
its hiding place save myself"
And look out that you don't go dig
ging it uD yourself, Ali Hasan," said
my son, shaking a warning finger at
the desert dweller.
Another thing, oh son of Hasan,"
l added. 1T will be impossible for me
to. tell this story to the authorities, or
indeed any other which Will cause them
to cease regarding you as Il criminal.
You are likely to be arrested If you
ever show your face in lower Egypt
Permit me to make provision for your
old age, so that you may live without
anxiety"
THE Effendi knows" replied Ali
Hasan, calmly and proudly, that what
has been done has been done for love
and what must be suffered shall be suf-
fered for love. There shall be no talk
of payment between him and the son
of Hasan."
And so we left him. / never looked
upon his race again.
Mrs. Arthur Beswick is a fine young
woman, of the sort that was best bred
in Britain, | always think, in the days
when | was a young man-tall and
straight and proud, and kind with a
kindness that does not make one like
me feel either so old or helpless or so
foolish as in his heart he knows he
must be- but Is rather like frank good
fellowship.
They came to Egypt, my son and my
daughter, in the spring after the
things about which l have been tell
ing you, and since then nothing has
happened for six years. l don't sup
pose that in all that time in our Eng
lish home l had thought twice OF the
heart Of Amenirtis; or that I would
have thought or written of it now, but
that yesterday, as | sat reading my
Egyptian paper with specs on nose and
grandchild on each knee to take care
of me, my eyes fell on this paragraph:
"A STRANGE CRIME RECALLED.
Our readers, who have been some
years in Egypt. will recall the felonious
assault made in 1SS-- upon Beswick
Bey, the engineer, by one Ali Hasan,
who was never tried for his crime,
and whose motive. if not insanity, has
never been ascertained. That this Ali
VIII now never ue punished by the
hand of man is certain, as he is gone
before a Higher Court. He was found
last Tuesday with his throat cut, un-
der circumstances almost proving sui
eide, in a low native quarter of Cairo.
In his right hand a curious dark stone
scarab or amulet was so tightly grasp
ed that 1t was buried with him."
oh Arthur" | cried. And as Hon.
Arthur Bswick, A. NJ. and NJ. p. (and
other titles and initials that / forget)
came to me, l handed him the paper
withou. a word.
He must certainly have been in
sane" said my son. as he finished
reading the account.
But neither he nor / said aught to
Helen Beswick of the heart of the
Queen witch Ameniritis.
(The End)